tags: cunninlingus, oral (receiving), overstimulation, praise, fluff with smut, doing inappropriate things in the Duke’s office, over his desk, teasing, romanticism sorta
note: it’s his favourite place, that’s it I said it
wc: 1k
“Wriothesley…” you whimpered shamelessly, legs trembling with each flick of a tongue lingering around your sensitive Bud. The Duke let out a pleased hum, his warm breath brushing against your soaking folds that vibrated once it processed the sensation.
He stopped momentarily just to see how much of an impact it would have on you but instead found himself mesmerized by the breathtaking portrait of your exposed body laid down so alluringly just for him. The way the drops of sweat trailed down your breasts, leaving glimmering lines behind that only served to bring new color to the imagery of you. The expression of vulnerability and yearning mixed with satisfaction that was smeared all across your face was something he could stare at for hours. He couldn't fathom how much prettier he was making you look, he couldn't get it out of his head. He got lost in this newfound beauty within you, which only drove him to grow even more infatuated with your being.
With fingers holding tangles of his hair into a forceful tug, you clenched them and pulled them even more tightly as he made his way back down to your entrance. His tip made sure to firmly graze each inch it could find just to hear you cry out from the lack of activity he was suddenly denying you.
As to be expected, you grew displeased with this change of plans, impatient even. Your pants of disapproval only served to arouse him but the sight of you slowly spiraling into a begging mess was something he wanted to savor for a bit longer. He wasn’t denying only your pleasure, but his own too.
“Please, don’t,” you begged with a powerful shudder that sent chills down his spine. It caused his breaths to grow heavier, but he wanted to toy with his favorite place for a little longer until he couldn't resist giving in anymore.
“You taste so good…” he said softly, his low words being mixed in with a faint moaning noise coming from within his mouth. The Duke slowly pulled his tongue away just to flash you an intent gaze accompanied by a wide smirk. That stupid smirk of his that looked so good and made you boil with even more desire. “I could have you for dinner every day, spread out this nicely all over my desk.” He licked his lips, making sure not an ounce of your juice was left in the vicinity of his mouth, but soon enough he lowered his head back to town into his meal, and as soon as the sweet whiff of fluids hit his nose, he couldn't hold his composure anymore. “Wouldn’t you like that? My dear Y/N.” you could hardly discern his muffled noises.
Feeling his swirls crash against your clit once more caused you to lose balance within yourself, so much that you couldn't even offer him a proper reply. Yet, you sensed his motions turn a bit Wilder as if he was a hungry Wolf attempting to dig in as much as he could.
His hands which were beautifully wrapped around the sides of your thighs pulled you closer to his face, and suddenly he began burying his front deeper into your love box. It forced you to squirm and tug at his hair once more, but this time he was quick to respond by clenching the clasp around your flesh. His tongue pushed and circled at a speedy pace, making sure no corner was left unattended. He was going from one spot to the other, visiting your sensitivity midway to pay a little closer attention.
You rolled your eyes back, body arching into the hardness of his desk so goodly that the angle got even better for him. His eyes lifted themselves just to watch the moan escaping your mouth, and as soon as his favorite melody was chanted, you were able to sense him press more firmly through ragged grunts.
His movements eventually turned slow and calm yet even more arousing than before. As he did that, one of his hands reached to grip your waist just so he could dig his nails into you, but upon doing that you felt your own climax reaching its peak. The stimulation was getting you heated by the second, you swore you never felt him like that before.
Wriothesley took immediate notice of it and spared no second to ensure you’d receive it as soon as possible. If his beautiful princess was fast approaching her arrival, his duty was to make it come to reality sooner than that. He quickly began increasing the speed at which he was handling you, his tongue pushing around much faster than before. His eyes made sure to watch you go through your struggle the whole time, just so he didn't risk missing on it.
One last flick of the tongue was all you needed to finally come undone, bursting from the inside once you felt your insides explode with the clenching sensation. Your hands grabbed the Duke’s hair so hard that he groaned and gripped you a little too forcefully which further had your legs giving out. An ear-piercing wail escaped from within your sealed lips as you bobbed your head back in utter fulfillment, body shuddering in place. You needed more than usual to recover after something like this, and he was going to give it to you for as long as you required.
Once you began calming yourself down, Wriothesley slowly lifted his head to take in the result of his actions. His eyes traversed your whole body up and down, taking in as much as they could. He was slowly memorizing this new picture in front of him, wishing to be able to have the honor of witnessing it more often from now on. It was more of a promise than a desire, one he was slowly getting worked up for.
“Good Girl.” you heard him mutter quite proudly, but the amount of energy this whole stunt drained out of you left you able to only chuckle in response.
“Should have said that sooner,” you managed to get out a tease which rather aroused him, so much that he gave you the opportunity to gaze upon the appearance of another intent smirk blooming over his face.
His grace leaned down to melt his lips against yours, hungry for their touch after paying nothing but attention to his other favorite pair for so long. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
note: these are based on the way I view most of these characters sooo
Will be the little spoon at any given possibility ~ Venti, Mona, Itto, Heizou, Furina, Layla
Prefers to be little spoon, but will spoon if you ask them to ~ Kazuha, Kaveh, Jean, Navia, Lyney, Dehya, Tighnari, Ganyu, Baizhu
Will big spoon you so tightly into a loving grip ~ Alhaitham, Beidou, Clorinde, Childe, Candace, Kaeya, Thoma
Primarily a big spoon but secretly enjoys being the little spoon a little too much ~ Wriothesley, Kuki, Yae Miko, Lynette, Lisa, Ninnguang, Keqing, Diluc, Eula, Xiao
Allows you to choose who will spoon who tonight ~ Neuvillette, Ei, Zhongli, Cyno
warning: none, maybe a little suggestive at the end of it
Tags: Wrio being a mess, so much love, feelings of being undeserving, slightly angsty?? But just really affectionate, him being showered with love, seeing a different side of the Duke, weaknesses
note: i love how he is such a mess, a bold mess of a man (i kinda wanna write a spicy continuation, dear god) also this stayed in my drafts for far too long
wc: 2,2k
“You look tired. It’s getting late, maybe you should call it a night.” you pointed out in a soft whisper that seemed to snatch his attention almost immediately.
Wriothesley lifted his eyes from the stack of papers he had been buried in for the past few hours. Just how much did he stay like that? He swore his preparations began not too long ago, but given the circumstances of your interruption and the dripping saliva running down his jaw, things seemed far clearer.
Curious but unresponsive, he checked the time only to see that it had been 7 hours since he started working. 7 hours? World record, he told himself as heavy eyes followed each scattered page until finally deciding to lift back onto yours.
“Awh, fuck.” the scoff vibrated from within his throat, coming out sounding more guttural than anything else. You watched him lean back against his chair, and couldn't help but wonder how tense his muscles must feel after sitting in that position for so long.
Truth be told, he almost fell asleep on the desk right before you came. If it weren’t for you, god knows how much time he would have wasted dozing off instead of finishing his tasks. But would he be able to finish everything without another sleep accident? For some reason, he felt more exhausted than usual, yet he couldn’t just leave everything piled up into a mess, although it wasn’t.
Despite all these cues, his train of thought persisted, as if he wasn’t allowing himself to catch a breath even for a second. That didn’t mean you had to follow in his steps. Your own need mattered more than his, thus he had to ensure you'd fulfill this necessity of getting rested.
Oh, how he wished to be able to stay by your side though. How much he wished to be able to embrace you from behind and feel your warmth surge through his nerves until his boiling blood would match yours. Nothing but a desire.
“If you need to go to bed, it’s fine. Go ahead.” Wrio replied with an equally soft voice to yours, but as soon as he finished, a wide grin rose on his face. Icy eyes watched you longingly. “Unless you can’t fall asleep without me by your side.” The yearning in his voice sent bits of shivers down your spine, but the whiff his words gave off was something different. You couldn't read his motions, but no matter what, you just wanted to push him to come with you even more.
His tentative comment amused you a little, he wasn’t wrong, but the exhaustion he held in his gaze only drove you to pursue him into resting. You approached him at a steady pace, sitting right beside him. Wriothesley eyed you intently, a little excited to see just what you were about to do but as soon as you placed your hand on his chin and held him tightly, his eyes weakened with pleasant surprise. He could barely process the emotions flowing down his throbbing heart. Just… Why does he feel this way?
“Maybe I do, but also maybe you’re in too deep and need a break.” your mouthed words seemed to have mesmerized him momentarily. Maybe it was also the fact that your loving embrace placed his heart in such a tough spot that at this point he couldn’t just say no. It was an odd feeling not even he could understand. “Do you really think you can finish this whole thing without a few hours of sleep?”
You were right, of course you were. If he were to push himself any further, he would only end up putting in more work later on, so maybe a little pause wouldn’t be that bad. But, things couldn't be left like that. He had to carry his job just for a little longer.
In response to you, you had to watch his grace slowly reach for your hand to hold it firmly. Heavy eyes looked up at you, weighing a mass of desire to give up and just follow your lead. Wriothesley slowly narrowed the distancing gap between his partly open lips and your hand. Yet, as soon as there was nothing to divide them, you felt his lips run down against your skin, dragging soft kisses behind each touch. This action made you wonder just how much his heart fluttered, but it was so obvious with the way he just wouldn't stop.
What a romantic he is, nothing but a sweet man who enjoys the sensation of being loved and cared for. One so desperate for something but the only obstacle in front of him is he himself.
“Whatever shall I do with you, Y/N?” the Duke spoke at last, sounding like he was dying to just give up on it and come follow your sweet scent. You saw his eyes thin in discontent and his throat shake upon letting out a displeased sigh, signaling that he wanted it so badly but just wouldn't crack. And you meant to say something more, to convince him, but he seemingly continued his idea. “I feel like it’d be better to finish these now, I don’t know. But I promise I’ll come lay next to you as soon as possible.”
What could you possibly do to break his composure? You still held an ace under your sleeve but… no, it was the case for it.
You allowed him to watch you let out a muffled hum, after which you spared no time to lean down and kiss him on his lips. You made sure to apply enough pressure to get out a hoarse gasp outta that pretty mouth of his, and as soon as you deemed your action to suffice, you parted away and gazed deeply into his cold eyes.
“Why can’t you just be a good boy and listen? It’ll do you and your work so much good, I promise.” your voice slipped barely above a whisper, filling the air with an odd fragrance that drew him in closer.
You… what did you just do? The question repeated over and over again inside his head.
Why did those two words, that pair of words, make his heart skip a beat? Why does he feel his chest tightening the more he thinks about the way you pronounced them? And more importantly, why is there a glimmer in his eyes?
Why does he feel this way, like his blood is boiling and his chest could be exploding at any time? The complexity of figuring out this behavior you brought up was too much to withstand for him. So much so that he just kept silent for a little while, doing nothing but watching that gentle smile of yours appear to grow larger.
‘Good boy’ he repeated it again… and again… until he felt nothing but a need for submission. His body melted against the rigid chair that once served to bring him even more discomfort, but at this point, he just didn't feel a thing, not an ounce of physical pain.
He couldn’t allow himself to keep you in the shadows for any longer. As such, in an attempt to collect all his shattered pieces, he frowned and smiled at you. You even heard him chuckle faintly, which he often did when you hit a weak spot of his.
“Alright, but I’ll have to tend to it in the morning.” He finally agreed and, with a nod, lifted his rigid body, which felt far heavier than usual. It felt terrible, far worse than he imagined, but he chose to ignore it and instead found comfort in kissing you once more, not that you made him long for more.
“No worries, I’ll make sure you wake up.” in some way, your reassurance melted his icy heart.
What did he even do to deserve someone so caring for his needs? He wasn’t special in any way, and his duties didn’t make him as incredible as everyone considered him to be. Nonetheless, he simply couldn’t grasp why he was given so much credit for fulfilling his job. He was nothing but a man who lived every day like it would be the last, yet with you… he felt like he gained so much more meaning than that. It was inexplicable. But now was not the time to surrender himself to his own battles, not when you were there by his side.
You took his hand into yours and patiently led him to his dorm, and the moment you both made your way, you took off your jacket fast enough to tend to him. Wriothesley on the other hand, took off his boots, followed by bits of his clothes after which you came along to help him. It took him off guard just how fast you reached and he meant to assure you that he got it, but the tentative smile you held on your face persuaded him to let you spoil him a little longer.
He didn’t feel deserving of something so little, but if you wanted to help him prepare himself for a comforting night, he had no chance of making you change your mind. Instead, it filled him with a feeling of odd security, something he hardly ever felt before. It was infatuating.
Feeling your hands wrap around his frame with a swift touch, one that hardly pressed against his sensitive bundles of nerves, caused him to flinch. It felt lightweight really, but in some way, the heaviness of your means caused your embrace to inflict a sense of deeper love within his walls and the more you ran your hands down his sides, the more these feelings intensified to the point where he froze in place.
Of course, you were quick to take notice of how much such a miniature gesture caused such a big fuss for him, but instead of considering dropping it down, you just felt even more courageous to do it.
Yet when you finally unbuttoned his vest, took it off, and got to his shirt, you felt the sensation of his eyes following every single motion you exerted. Instead of being overwhelmed by it, it enforced your desire to pamper him, so you nonchalantly began taking off the textile bound around his toned muscles.
Each inch of exposed skin made you wonder how much effort he put in all his life to get this chiseled, but now was not the time to froth after how good-looking he was. He did observe your vast interest in his body though, and chuckled mischievously. It was adorable to see you squirm so cutely at the sight of his beefy build, so much that it distracted him momentarily from all the tension you put into him.
“You really like what you’re seeing, ehh?” The duke chuckled in amusement mixed with slight confidence. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. You got me all for you, don’t worry. Take your time.” You could feel the boldness in his boisterous words, and had to get back at him.
“Funny how moments ago you were but a puddle of weakness.” You responded equally, if not more amused, so much that he stared at you for a few seconds to take in what you just said. To make things worse, you lifted your eyes to look intently into his as smugness slowly grew all over your face.
“Of course I was.” Wriothesley paused for a second just to come closer to you. His towering figure accompanied by the enlargement of his curling lips had you feeling a little on the edge. It made you feel as if you wanted to jump on him. “You always make me weak, it’s a common thing at this point.” Upon finishing, he leaned lower to press a kiss against your forehead, to which you replied with a surprised gasp.
The Duke chuckled once more and allowed you to finish your business, holding an innocent smile to show off. He sure was feeling almighty after everything you did to him.
In the meantime, you quickly finished taking off his shirt so all that was left for him was to take off his garments. You on the other hand? You just needed to put on your nightgown, something that’d be done in a matter of seconds. But honestly, you kind of just wanted to finish getting prepared so you could keep watching him finish.
After a little more time, you were finally able to direct your attention his way once more, but when you peeked at him… you were greeted by the view of him unbuttoning his trousers. His digits were so delicate and paid so much focus to taking the texture off, was he doing this intentionally, or was he so exhausted that his motions got slower? You couldn't figure it out, but it was enjoyable.
Upon seeing him be finished, his grace flashed you a gentle glimpse and reached for your hand. He stood behind, waiting for you to lead him toward the bed frame so you two could rest together.
His eyes frayed a tint of intrigue mixed with suggestions. Regardless, you brushed it off since you didn't want him to remain awake any longer, although this temptation surging down your spine kind of made you feel some way for sure. It frustrated you a little, but his health was more of a priority than anything else.
Genshin men reacting to seeing you come out of the shower exposed
warning: really suggestive, actually NSFW leaning but with a touch of love
featuring: Neuvilette, Zhongli, Wriothesley
note: I’m def not feeling some way
Neuvilette
He finally finds some spare time on his hands, so… how else should he enjoy this little bit of free time if not by paying you a small visit? Too many hours have passed since he last got to delight himself with your presence, a time in which despite having his mind occupied with documents, you were at the back of it.
The Iudex knows you must be at your place because he remembers quite well what your plans are for the day, so as to be expected, he wastes no time in getting there as soon as possible.
He learned with time that you like surprises, and often times, his unannounced appearance before your eyes counted as one too. He doesn’t understand why suddenly seeing him makes you so happy, but for some reason, those glimmering eyes you always give him, have his heart pounding with warmth. It’s an odd feeling he’s slowly grasping.
There is one thing to take in consideration, you’re completely unaware of his intention to pay you a surprise visit but… the problem is that you have just finished taking a bath. Of course, you didn’t mention that too him. It’s an ordinary thing to do, so what would be the point of it?
Well, it’s not really a problem. In fact, as soon as you get out of the tub and walk out of the bathroom, the sudden appearance of his rigid frame takes you by surprise. Your eyes widen at his unexpected arrival, yet you don’t worry about being so exposed in front of him. Instead, you feel a surge of excitement course through your veins and you’re almost ready to embrace him in a tight hug.
Neuvillette on the other hand, reacts a lot differently. Despite finding himself to have walked up on you at a rather, inappropriate moment, he mutters an “excuse me.” and pauses shortly after observing the lack of embarrassment accompanied by the enthusiasm in your eyes. It’s soothing to see you so comfortable around him, though, his eyes do linger around your body. He can’t help but look your form up and down, consuming the sight of your gracious body.
His gaze eventually lowers to your breasts, paying close attention to every minute detail of your bare skin. It seems that he can’t resist it, although this isn’t his first time seeing you exposed like that. The weight of his stare is filled with adoration, one that grows with each second spent like that.
He’s so distracted and says nothing, but still manages to offer you a soft smile. That helps you figure that he must feel intrigued because yeah, he almost always behaves like this when you show off a little. It’s both cute and arousing.
“Don’t worry about it. What are you doing here anyway? Weren’t you extremely busy today?” You ask with a broad smile growing on your face which snatches his attention. You can see his expression twisting into a loving one, but before he says anything in response, you wrap your arms around him.
“I have some spare time-“The words leave his mouth right as you are hugging him, and his gentle tone turns a little guttural once he senses the pressure of your body against his. It feels… divine, so divine that there’s a tint of baby pink slowly building across his face, accompanied by a pleased hum. “I wanted to use it to see you.” That sparks an idea inside your head.
“So… does that mean you have plenty of time to spend with me?” You ask, with a yearning look in your eyes.
He notes that and quickly responds with rising desire rushing through his words. “It does.” Is he getting the right message? That you’re suggesting something?
“Then why don’t we go and sit down, hmm?” you lean in closer to place soft kisses along the smooth line of his chiseled chin. “Wouldn’t that be better?” your eyes narrow as to signal your intentions, followed by an innocent smug smile enlarging by the second. Your intentions are to spend some quality time, nothing more for sure.
Your boldness never ceases to surprise him. Neuvillette finds himself in a spot where he can’t do anything but submit to your words. It mesmerizes him how you can say such casual things that hold hidden intentions behind them. He can’t understand how you’re so good at this, there has to be an explanation. You too must hold a power of your own behind those eyes and those motions, and honestly, he’d like to see more of that.
“It would,” he murmurs weakly and allows himself to be led by you.
Zhongli
As soon as you inform him that you are about to take a shower, Zhongli nods approvingly.
“Sure. I do have to go outside to handle some errands, but I should have returned by the time you are done.” he says in a gentle tone that seems normal, but his voice is so sweet that you can’t leave just yet.
“Take all the time you need,” you utter and spend a little longer eyeing the warming smile that begins rising on his radiant face, but there is something off about his expression. It’s as if he is far more pleased than he should be. Like he isn’t going out just to take care of his business, but you brush it off. He’s probably planning to bring you a small trinket, proof of his long-lasting devotion and adoration for you. Just what he usually does whenever he finds the chance to.
You eventually leave to take that shower you desired all day and he’s equally quick to leave on the journey to explore today’s market. He wants to find anything that reminds him remotely of you, that and to finish his errands, of course. They’re still important, though not as important as you.
As such, during his time spent outside, he manages to find something. It’s a rather small gem, petite-sized, but its vibrant colors resemble your eyes so much that he cannot resist but indulge himself in buying it. That is the first of his businesses that he finished, the rest being swiftly taken care of soon after he finds a few more things worth offering to you.
It truly doesn’t take him much to be done with everything, so when he returns to his place he is more than surprised to observe you are still busy with yourself. That’s alright though, it’s not as if time is running out. However, much to his wonder, right when he takes a seat, he hears you sliding the door. Words cannot express just how content he is to hear that.
“I have returned.” his words are calm yet filled with faint eagerness. Despite that, he remains seated because you usually leave your clothes by the entrance so they don’t get soaked.
“Already?” you reply back but shortly after, continue speaking from afar. “How was it?” you’re well aware of what his answer will be but still feel the need to ask. This need kind of puts a halt to you getting dressed, only because you’re certain he really did more than run some errands.
“As usual, though I did something additional.” you can feel that he brought a gift through the softness in his voice. Not the first time and surely not the last.
“Oh? Is that so?” you decide to play it as if you’re clueless, but only because it adds up to your building curiosity. Hell, you’re so intrigued by what he possibly brought that you can’t wait any longer and straight up leave the bathroom to see it with your own eyes. He has seen you naked so many times that at this point, you just don’t mind it.
“Indeed.” Zhongli drones and prepares himself to shower you with affection and recognition because you could be stepping in at any moment, but when his eyes find themselves traversing your bare body, his blood boils with faint intrigue.
The sight of your freshly showered body is something to think of for eternity. You look so stunning that he swears you just keep getting even more gracious and tempting by the day.
“Let me see it!” you urge in a hurry and take a seat right next to him, with an expression of pure curiosity and excitement smeared across your face.
Zhongli chuckles, eyes glinting in adoration and maybe a little bit of amusement. “Gladly, but aren’t you getting cold?” he replies with a tint of worry and wonder in his voice, and maybe a bit of desire as well. He even nudges you with his arm to reinforce his curiousness, but also to feel your freshly sensitive skin.
It’s a bit incredible how he seems so composed but deep inside boils with a growing longing to feel you like that for a little longer.
His question causes you to raise an eyebrow toward his need to ensure you’re not freezing, but in reality, yes, it is getting a little cold for you. Maybe postponing getting clothed wasn’t such a good idea.
“Only a little.” you agree and almost start rubbing your arms for some warmth, but you don’t even get the chance to.
Zhongli rushes to place an arm around you, running it up and down in an attempt to bring a little bit of heat. He firmly pulls you closer to his chest and doesn’t seem to let go any time soon. He knows what he’s doing, and honestly, the suddenness of his gesture makes you feel a bit tingly.
Simultaneously, he senses his appetite growing, but he can’t proceed without a single signal from you. damn, that only makes things worse for him but that’s fine, he’s holding strong.
“Allow me to take care of it.” his words leave in a hoarse yet calming tone, and fingers are lowered to your waist. He makes sure to caress your bare skin with pressed yet soft touches, applying close pressure around every inch of your upper body. There must not be a single place left untouched.
How else can you reply to all these other than by humming in pure bliss? It feels so good to be embraced… and handled like that. The diligence of his motions accompanied by the vibrations of his voice sure makes you feel some way. It has such a big effect that when he accidentally digs his fingers in your flesh, you bury your head in his chest and whimper. You want him to go a little lower, to feel his digits trail your curves. At this point, you just want him to do more, to go ahead and spoil you with an intimate touch, but you aren’t able to voice that wish with how good you’re beginning to feel.
Furthermore, you sense your folds begin to pulse with a sudden need for more and he can tell that just by the way your gaze lifts to lock eyes with him. The twisting of your expression into one of need sends shivers down his spine.
“Could you go a little lower? I feel really cold down there,” you beg at last and he’s quick to comply without any hesitation. Maybe his gifts can wait a little longer.
“Sure. Anything for you.”
Wriothesley
When you tell him you want to take a shower, Wrio’s lips curl into a suggestive smile. He seems to be looking forward to that, though you can’t quite grasp the reasons as to why he’s so intrigued by something so mundane.
“Is that so?” you feel that mysterious chuckle of his surge all the way down your spine and shudder with wonder. “Alright, I’ll go ahead and brew some tea for you to enjoy after.” the Duke offers and leaves while flashing a playful wink that only drives you to question what all these are about.
You don’t even get to say anything to him that poof, he’s already gone. But you know what that wink means, it’s his way of telling you he’s planning something. The tea is just a cover for his true motives that remain uncovered, but as much as you stretch your head to solve this puzzle, you can’t lie to yourself. That mischievous grin got you feeling really hot, so at this point, you just want to finish that shower faster.
Despite that, you end up taking your time with that shower to prepare yourself for his grace, should he really be hinting at something naughty. You layer yourself in his favorite scent in a small attempt to lure him in once you’re next to him. And when you finally finish, you dry yourself and shortly after reach for your clothes. Yet, you hold yourself back for a moment as the thought of his possible reaction to you walking out naked runs inside your head.
Just how would that make him feel? Does he think he’s the only one who can play and tease and all that? Nuh-uh, this game can be played in two.
Thus, you confidently step out of the bathroom, convinced he is already waiting for you by the entrance of the door yet when you can’t seem to find him, you stare around in bewilderment. Your eyes analyze the space around you, ultimately leading you to conclude that he really might be making some tea. That only means you have an advantage, there is no way you won’t use that.
With silent steps, you pace your way to where he holds his tea collection, and there he is, brewing some tea. You can see his back toward you, so obviously you take the opportunity to sneak up on him. As soon as the narrowing gap between you two turns to nothing, you hug him from behind and slowly press yourself against his rigid body.
Wriothesley takes notice of your presence as soon as he feels the touch of your body slowly brushing against his. He shudders a little and lets out a surprised gasp.
You sense his body tense slightly and relax almost immediately, after which a guttural chuckle slips his throat.
“Already done? I was hoping to surprise you.” his murmur comes out with a soft sigh as he remains in that position to finish the job first. After all, he promised you tea and it’s almost done, so spending a little more time to finish it wouldn't be that bad.
“That’s alright. I can wait.” his lack of notice is more than amusing. However, the growing tension causes your chest to tighten in anticipation. You can’t resist but loosen your embrace around him to which Wriothesley reacts immediately by letting out a yearning hum.
“Is that so? Then I promise it won’t take longer than a few more seconds.” He makes the promise as he always does, so you decide to give his ears the blessing of a playful chuckle.
But despite your patience that’s running out by the second, he finishes the preparation sooner than you expected him to. You slowly retract your limbs and wait, but when the Duke swiftly turns his body and looks your way, the sight isn't what he imagined.
Upon seeing you in all your splendor, he freezes in place. Icy eyes spare no time to look at all his favorite spots on your body, paying close attention to the lower under your stomach. The look of surprise is slowly taken away by one of anticipation his eyebrows furrow and a slight smirk evolves from his partly open lips.
At this point, this silence that settles in makes you feel a little flustered. Won’t he say anything at all? You like just how much you’re distracting him but… come on, say something. Don’t just stay like that.
All these thoughts cause a rosy flush to appear on your face, followed by a need to take a sharp breath to loosen yourself.
Wriothesley sees that his silent behavior seems to affect you, but instead of saying anything to lighten the atmosphere, he lets out another chuckle. Cold gaze fixes on your reddened face to draw out any gram of your attention, and once it's done, you feel his digits creep against your hips. It forces you to let out a faint gasp, the result pleasing him.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of receiving a gift like this?” He asks as if to tempt you into telling him you just feel like a naughty trickster, one that thinks is in charge for a brief moment. Though, truthfully, your little scene did give his heart a throb, one he can hardly shake off. “I didn’t even finish the tea in time.” His playful tone is making things a lot harder for you, so much so that you find yourself in a tough spot. In the end, you can't really play this game, not with the circumstances that ultimately betrayed you.
Still, you manage to let out a huff that tentatively masks your flustered nature, only tentatively. “You did not but…” you pause, and in a faint attempt to keep your cool, you wrap your hands around his broad shoulders to balance yourself. “I do not need a reason to be comfortable around you.” an honest answer, one that signals just how secure you feel around him while being so exposed.
Wriothesley stares at you in shock, the adoration and affection slowly rooting in his warm eyes. He looks at you for a few seconds and does nothing but pull you closer. His gaze is so deep into yours that you can tell you kind of hit a weak spot by telling him that, which you did anyway. That answer you just gave him… how do you always do this? How do you always end up turning such simple things into reasons for his heart to clench?
A few more seconds pass by and he still can’t seem to cease his prolonged eye contact whose longing tint of love only seems to grow wider. Maybe it's just the fact he can’t find a good comeback that’d melt you, or maybe it's just him falling for you more than usual. Actually, it's a mix of them both.
You just don't grasp the weight of your words, do you? You can't just come to surprise him, be naked, and say this lovey-dovey shit, it’s not fair. These actions do have consequences… you know?? You shouldn't be allowed to just walk away without having to deal with them, but that can be postponed for a little longer.
Speaking of consequences, this whole stunt you just pulled caused a bigger trouble to arise. One you can handle, right? But don’t worry, he has his ways to ensure you are able to bear his means of actions.
“You know your way with words better than I do, don't you?” his grace asks in a hoarse voice as he leans in to press his lips against yours. His digits slowly trail upward to your waist, drawing soft rubs against your skin as he begins working his way. “I didn't know we switched places for a moment.”
Heya guys. It’s been maybe ehmmm, a few days since I started posting again? But whatever.
I’ve decided to take some requests!! The number of open slots is 5 at the moment though I plan on taking more in the near future. The idea is to help me get used to writing constantly again. I’m taking only 5 as of now because I don’t wanna end up getting burnt out.
You can find the list of prompts in my pinned so help yourselves. Do keep in mind that if there is a character I am unable to write, I simply won’t but I doubt that’ll be the case.
I will keep the number of open slots updated on my profile.
Tags: oral (giving), praising (as usual), almost getting caught, semi-public sexy stuff, sucking under the desk (spoiler), inappropriate usage of a tongue piercing, slight choking, dom Wrio but he is soft, he gets a little bit pissed and turns into a small asshole at some point (not directed at you, never)
wc: 2,2k
summary: spicy time under his grace’s desk. It was about time you spoiled your beloved Lord a bit, though someone disturbs your fun time.
note: piercings are hot
“I have an idea.” You insisted with a glint in your eyes proving that what you were about to say would be of tremendous interest to him.
The Duke raised a curious eyebrow and immediately offered you a smirk of intrigue, but he kept silent, awaiting your thoughts with much enthusiasm and utter craving.
You were seated right under his desk, between his legs doing something seemingly… interesting. Your hands were already resting on his hips at a narrowing distance away from his crotch. Despite that, his throbbing tent remained uncovered though if someone were to walk in on you two, it would be like you were just about to do something unholy. Not that it would be the first time the two of you would be caught doing something like that, but that wasn’t of any importance right now.
Voyeurism aside, your idea was innovative, something he’d easily get obsessed with, but You wouldn’t just serve it on a silver plate without starving him a little.
Hushed and delighted, you peered deeply into his icy eyes, your vision thinning into a squint with each second that passed. You just required a little stimulus, nothing more, but the Duke’s tolerance was running out and with it, his hunger only kept growing.
A little impatient with your quietness, Wriothesley gently wrapped his fingers around your neck, leading you to lift your gaze. Something a little unexpected, but he’d surely use that to his advantage in some way, right?
“Go ahead, spill it.” He urged you through ragged breaths that he hardly held under control, though the seductive eyes you were giving him made it even more difficult. “Don’t just leave me hanging like this.”
You felt his grip tighten around your throat, the applied pressure feeling pleasurable with each second he was digging deeper and deeper into your sensitive skin.
Maybe you shouldn’t have toyed with his grace like that when he expected something the most, or maybe you should have done it every time if that meant he would choke you just the way you liked it.
His clutch only caused you to gulp your arousal. “What if I do things a little differently this time?” you finally spoke out but as soon as he gave you that look of intrigue, you felt your cheeks boil.
“Is that so?” he questioned in a guttural voice that sent cold shivers down your spine until you were nothing but a trembling mess. “Why don’t you show me?” he tilted his head and soon after, tightened the grip around your neck.
The way he said that in such a hoarse voice made your knees weak and you didn't care about toying with him anymore, you just wanted to savor the opportunity of pleasing him in a new way.
“Yes, your grace.” you murmured softly, emphasizing the words ‘your grace’ and he seemed to like that with how much his member was twitching underneath that thick layer of fabric.
Upon hearing that, he expected you to lower your head but instead found himself watching you open your mouth. Shortly after, the imagery of you sticking out your tongue for him to see the snake eyes you had on your tip made him wonder if that’s what you meant by different. Just what were you planning to do with that hint you gave him? He couldn't figure, but that was fine, he would feel it soon enough.
With how much you were making him question your plans, you felt this new necklace of yours loosen up. That was your opportunity to surprise him with a new sensation, one he’d surely hope for once more in the near future.
Slowly, your digits crept closer to his aching bulge. You took all the time to unbutton his grace’s garments, making sure nothing would hinder the treatment he was about to receive. Wriothesley watched you closely the entire time, paying close attention to every single thing you were doing, and the closer you got to removing his boxers, the more he felt his breath grow steadier. Still, he wouldn't rid you of the image of a cocky smile smeared all across his radiant face. He knew very well that it was your fuel, apart from other particular reasons that are best known among you two.
Finally, once you took away the last layer of cloth and watched his member come out with an incredible bounce, you gave the hardness a good look before lifting your gaze back up. You let out a playful chuckle that was suspicious enough to push him to move his hand to the back of your head, and once enough time passed, you lowered your head.
The first thing you did was wrap your fleshy lips around his dripping tip. As a consequence, he let out a muffled moan that only went lower with each inch you were beginning to take in. Oh, he liked that so much. It was a sensation he could hardly explain, but the way his mouth opened partly and his eyes grew heavier was enough to make you aware that you were spoiling him rotten.
Soon enough, your lips parted ways with his head and without a place for pause, you stuck your tongue out and began running it down his shaft at a slow pace. You applied close pressure to where the Pierce would make contact with the sensitive buds of his length. The cold sensation of the steel had his blood boiling with a different kind of arousal. You wondered for a second whether he liked it or not but once you saw him bob his head back, clench his teeth, and growl, you figured you hit the spot.
“Jesus, Y/N.” Wriothesley gasped, letting out another moan the moment he felt you hit the base of his member. His free hand seized the hardwood of the chair, and every time he sensed your tongue grind a bit more diligently he dug his nails in and clawed. Soon after, you noticed his other hand grab onto the back of your head, tugging at your hair with each moan that escaped out of his throat.
Hearing him so weakened pushed you to take another go but this time with a little more spice. You lifted your head and instead took his head inside once more, this time gradually bobbing your head up and down whilst applying the same pressure against his slickness. You slowly increased the speed at which you were taking him in and out, and with it, rubbed his nerves harder and harder.
“Fuck.” was all he muttered while finding it difficult to keep his head straight and not just arch it back against the chair. Yet you looked so nice taking him in like that, he couldn't just miss on all that.
His grip tightened, so much that you felt him beginning to push you deeper into him. Simultaneously, he began bucking his hips into your mouth, as if his instincts were activating. Shortly, you sensed them evolving into gentle thrusts which was a little surprising, but maybe he just didn’t want to mess that pretty face of yours.
It was a little hard to keep yourself in place with all the ongoing motions, but thanks to him holding your head down like it was nothing, you only needed to reinforce your touch around his knees.
Groans began pouring out of his mouth with each second you spent like that, it was a melody to your ears. This was your first time seeing him so vocal during a simple act like this one, it was intriguing really, and definitely, a must-do again. Well, you’d surely do it again with how much he was enjoying himself in that position.
The aroma of his precum mixing with your saliva was infatuating. A flavor of bittersweetness exploded in your mouth and at that moment, all you could think of was how this quickly would surely turn into something more lengthy, as it always does. Every time he proposed that you two have a little fun time between breaks, that break would end up taking more of his time than you anticipated. It made you feel hot thinking about it, so hot that you too began accompanying him with some whines of your own. That and the addition of his continuous growls caused your folds to soak a little. Your insides were beginning to boil in anticipation as you looked forward to what he would do in return for you because let’s be honest, he would repay you back.
How could His Girl leave unspoiled after treating him so well under the desk? Until then, you decided to focus on the task at hand.
Suddenly, you heard the loud clicking of the metal door making a pounding sound as if it just got closed. Did someone enter his office? You questioned in your head, taken aback by the unannounced visitation. You halted your motions as you’d normally do but the Duke kept moving your head in and out, desperately signaling you he didn't want you to stop. He even flashed you a serious look whilst his brows furrowed into a demanding expression. He looked more tense than before but that was probably because he was preparing himself to deal with the situation.
Then, he took his hands away from you, allowing you full control, hopeful you’d keep going since your body was hardly noticeable under his desk. So you obliged and deepened yourself in his length. Truthfully, this moment was hindering. You had to keep silent which was a lot more difficult than you imagined. Even he could feel it since you squirmed slightly.
“Your grace-” finally came from the voice of an officer that was already going all the way up.
“Don’t you know how to knock?” wriothesley barked back, a little annoyed with this intrusion. “I thought everyone knows they should first check whether I’m available or not.” he pointed out this time more roughly. His eyes analyzed the scenery to see when he’d make eye contact with the officer. You seized that opportunity to rub your teeth against his shaft to toy with him a little, and in response, he held back a muffled groan.
Despite your successful attempt, his eyes didn’t lower to your head anymore although you could feel how much he was yearning to do it.
“Yes your grace, but-” the officer spoke out upon reaching the final step. “I have just finished the cafeteria report you asked for.”
“Is that on the priority list?” Wriothesley didn't hesitate and cut him off almost immediately. If there was one thing he didn’t like, it was people coming up with low-priority tasks rather than high-priority ones. That and being bothered during his special break time. “Didn’t I specify this is a low-priority objective on this week’s list?”
“Yes but, I just finished it.” the officer cried out, sounding perplexed as to why the Duke was displeased with his arrival.
Right before he could answer, you accidentally brushed your tongue a little too hard against his member. Not only did it cause it to throb, but the consequence had a small effect on Wriothesley too. He frowned and stayed silent for a little longer than he meant to, maybe because he was composing himself.
“Then you could come by later on and tell me all about it. Right now I’m on a break.” he insisted, sounding more distracted than present in their conversation. “So please, help yourself and leave this for further discussion. Take a break too, a small one.”
You didn’t hear anything more from the officer but a hum, after which he finally spoke. “Yes, your grace. Enjoy your break!” the young man exclaimed, sounding clueless. Immediately, you heard his footsteps once more, and finally the pounding of the door.
Wriothesley sighed deeply as soon as it was the two of you again. He leaned back on his chair and reached for your head once more. His fingertips caressed your hair, drawing small circles.
“Sorry about that.” his apology took you so much by surprise that you gradually decreased your pace until finally retracting your face so you could look up at him.
“What are you apologizing for? There is nothing you should apologize for.” you contested.
“I know but-” he paused for a second, time in which he backed his chair away. You stared in bewilderment at his gesture but trusted that he wasn’t just terminating this moment. “How about you come out of there?” his hand reached for yours to guide you out of the desk. “And allow me to return the favor?” he urged as soon as he had you right in front of him. Then, he further directed you to come sit on his lap, your knees must have been sore from all that time spent there.
You were about to reply but when the corners of his lips curled into a broad smirk and his face slowly capped the gap between your faces, you gasped with utmost anticipation. His hands began wandering around your hips, gripping bits of skin with each inch they traversed. His member on the other hand throbbed against you, which left you desperately squirming for more.
“Yes, please,” you whined as the gap between your lips and his narrowed even more, though you noticed that his mouth was merely trailing closer to your neck.
“Right away, darling.” Wriothesley chuckled and didn’t wait even a second to begin nibbling on your sensitive skin.
Down below you can find a list of prompts you can request whenever I’m taking any. Please help yourselves with choosing as many as you want for a request or come up with some yourselves in case you have something in mind! There are some things I won’t write but I’ll figure them in time to make a list.
Sfw prompts
Holding hands
First kiss
Confession
Nightmare (waking up/waking them up)
First date/date
“You’re the prettiest thing ever”
“Don’t be shy.”
“Call me that again.”
Hug from behind
Surprises
Holding hands
Falling asleep together
Reunion
Apology after an intense argument caused by one of the two
Wearing their clothes
Sharing hobbies
Touching foreheads
Picnic
Bad day
Special day
Birthday gift
Comforting
NSFW prompts
Embarrassed (SFW/NSFW)
Massage (both SFW and NSFW)
Praising (SFW/NSFW)
Oral (giving/receiving/both)
Handjob
Riding
Edging
Orgasm denial
Cockwarming
Masturbation
“Beg for it.”
“Cum for me”/“Cum on me”
“Get on top”
“Take it in your mouth. Take it like the sweet girl you are.”
Pillow princess
Bathing/showering (SFW/NSFW)
Fingering
Reader leading
Doggy style
Lingerie
Stockings
Swimsuit
Semi-public/public sex
“Make me”
“Touch yourself”
“Keep touching me like that”
“Good girl”
“How about you make me prettier than this?”
“You’re so tight, so fucking good”
Being caught
Any smut idea
Brat taming
Hate sex
Toys
Bondage
note: I can write ships too but will only do ones I like or I’m totally chill about. If it’s a rarepair, I might consider doing them depending on how much I can feel the chemistry between the characters, so please be mindful of that! Other than that, go all out.
Wriothesley reacting to you telling him you’re pregnant
warning: a little suggestive but otherwise extremely sweet because he is a silly man with a big heart in my eyes
note: I will keep this one part with him only but AHHH I’m planning on doing some of the other boys in the near future because hughshhsh
Wriothesley
You decide to bring the fortunate news at the most random moment ever.
There you are, enjoying some tea in silence during his afternoon break whilst both your favorite artist plays in the background making the best atmosphere for a regular afternoon.
Truthfully, you figured the news not too long ago but right when you found out, you thought of how you should inform him. Wrio loves children from the bottom of his heart and does anything in his power to assure their safety and well being and that alone causes you to melt at the simplest thought of telling him that he himself is going to be a father. But how should you tell him???
He deserves to fibf out in a big way but at the same time, can you really resist keeping your lips shut???
To sum up, you can’t, not with the tensed look he is flashing you. Is he able to read the air and notice you are pondering really hard?
“Something on your mind, darling?” He asks, genuinely curious, but when you take longer than usual to respond his expression turns into one of worry. Still, he is so sweet and just assumes you might have a little difficulty with telling him what’s bothering you so he gives you the time.
But his icy eyes and the awkward silence consume you so much that you sigh and just stare at him for a little longer. You need to figure how you’re gonna word all that and it’s okay, he doesn’t mind it although it’s eating at him.
“There is something I should tell you.” You finally utter whilst holding back your breath for the big announcement you’re about to make. However, he mistakes your enthusiasm and excitement for worry and anxiety.
“Come on, tell me. Whatever it is, I’ll take care of it. Anything it is, just say it and it’s done. ” He insists and lifts himself from the chair just to cut the corner of the desk so he can kneel before you to bring a sense of comfort within you. He even holds your hand and stares deeply into your eyes and dear god, the tint of wonder mixed with concern in his eyes is killing you.
You gulp and take a big breath before unleashing the news. “You know… remember when I told you back then that you’d make a great father? When you took care of that lost child?”
“Yeah, what about it?” He doesn’t catch the hint but only because his priority is your current mental wellbeing that he has to ensure is fine.
“What if I told you that you WILL be a great father?” As soon as the words leave your mouth, you give him the brightest, the most radiant smile that he has ever laid his eyes on, and even with that he can’t figure what you’re referencing.
He remains unresponsive for a second and soon enough, the digits begin to add up. He is going to be… a father?? Is that what you meant??? He has to make sure he’s not getting the wrong idea.
“y/n.” He murmurs, sounding all soft and quiet while his eyebrows raise. His eyes begin traversing your whole face and it’s looking a bit more intense than he probably intended.
“Wrio.” You repeat after him, just waiting for him to say it himself.
“Am I going to be one?” Those words barely slip his throat, they sound almost stuttered, as if he was holding back tears perhaps? His heart races the more he processes this possible information.
you don’t give him a straight answer but lower your head to your belly and place gentle rubs against the lower of your stomach, occasionally flashing him glimpses of your eyes.
His eyes follow your motions and he is utterly unable to take his eyes off you. He allows for the silence to settle once more and instead firmly places his wide hand against yours so he could feel your touch, and where the baby will be. You notice a gentle smile paint his face, and with each second it seems to be widening more and more.
That’s your favorite side of him to see and it’s fine, he doesn’t need to say anything more, his gesture is just enough to show you how content he is right now.
However, as soon as both your eyes lock back onto each other, he leans in to melt a kiss against your partly open lips. Now that he’s much closer, you can hear his heavy breathing growing steadied. Then, you feel his hand slowly creep closer to your lower back and within a few seconds, he begins pushing you closer toward him. His other hand finds your thighs as a resting spot. His fingers tug at your skin but different than usual, it’s rather a gentle grip that still pushes you to make some noises that are music to his ears.
Shortly after, he parts away from you. “God, the way you’ll look so stunning.” He mouths softly and immediately eyes your belly again.
He can’t lie to himself but feel a little worried about how he’ll handle a child. Not that it’ll be a hard thing to do, but… will he be a good one? Will he be up to his own standards and be the father he never had but yearned so deeply for? Will he take good care of you? Is he worthy of such a blessing in his life? And most importantly, will you still consider him worthy of being a father afterwards? You know, definitely not because he wants more than one child.
Tags: possessiveness, a tad bit of exhibitionism ig, voyeurism? I dont know, fucking against a wall, soft dom Zhongli, overprotective and territorial, jealousy, fangs, overstimulation, established relationship, formed contract whatever, semi-public sex, actually it’s rather public, gentle dom, a lot of praising.
Summary: your beloved asks you to join a meeting alongside him but someone in there bothers you a little too much. Zhongli can’t just sit idly and do nothing about it when the stranger pushes his luck. Pushy is an understatement so beware
wc: 3,9k
“It’s nothing more than a gathering of the richest businessmen across Liyue, the atmosphere shouldn’t be suffocating” were the words he offered you upon requesting you come as his partner.
He could already tell just how mortified you were to come, but when you told him that you wanted to, he was utterly shocked. Instead, he reminded you that as long as he was there, nothing bad would happen.
Though you felt a hint of fear in your heart, the sole fact he would be there with you served to bring comfort.
Zhongli was respected among the most critical men in Liyue, and wherever he went, peace and quiet followed him every time his wisdom was shared. How could it not be like that? After all, his mysterious yet cold demeanor made even the most fiery businessmen keep in their place.
So why not go and tag along? Nothing bad should happen. You could take it as an opportunity to admire him sipping wine like he had nothing to drink. To see his hand wrap around the handle like it wraps around you. Oh, how many things you would be able to see.
With that food for thought, you decided to stray away from your shyness and embrace this opportunity.
It hadn’t been long enough since you two formed the contract of your bond, a pledge sworn by both. He never thought he would be able to make such vows again, but upon realizing that you made it possible for his shut heart to warm up, he claimed he wouldn’t let anything happen to you, be it a minor insignificant inconvenience.
With all these in mind, you both marched together into the entertaining gathering, thinking nothing but how to enjoy each other’s company to the fullest. Once you entered by his side, there were plenty of pairs of eyes staring you down. Some seemingly held you in high regard while others simply tore you down inch by inch, but you couldn’t even process all the attention thrown over you that you felt something.
A soft touch lingered down your hand, leaving slight traces of sheer adoration and comfort. It was him, and he successfully dragged your attention away from what was to cause you harm.
You promptly lifted your head and without any hesitation allowed the blood in your cheeks to boil, giving him something to think of for the rest of the night.
“Please disregard those glares, my dear, there is not a single flawed detail regarding you. They will cease as long as you disdain them.” Zhongli’s deep yet warm voice brought nothing but peace to your inner thoughts, which he could tell merely by seeing your eyes loosen. “Why don’t you offer me your hand as we make our advancement to our seats.” He lifted his hand, waiting in response for you to allow him to enjoy your tender embrace.
He couldn’t help but shoot a gaze or two around your crimson-wrapped frame. God how stunning you looked wearing the silk accompanied by the red hue coloring your cheeks. He found himself to be so lucky to have a partner so stunning that he could hardly take his eyes away from him.
As you took his hand, Zhongli gave out a pleased hum that told you plenty of things about how hard he would be able to restrain himself from admiring you throughout the night. Unfortunately, he had to, as much as he wished to delight himself with your beauty until there was nothing but dawn.
You noticed the shift in his spirit and shuddered, furthermore growing with a hint of desire for his touch. But it wasn’t the time or place for something like that.
Truthfully, it made you feel a little over the top to know he was so focused on you even in times like these, but that's what made you fall for him, right? His attentiveness toward your whole person.
The evening began quite nicely. Not only was the atmosphere mildly relaxing but the number of acquaintances you met through him seemed to be much friendlier than you anticipated.
As time passed, you both took your own places to enjoy the culinary qualities of your nation. Of course, there was no way that wouldn't be followed by a rant from him about how much he misses the things he can hardly taste nowadays. However, you found it adorable how silly he appeared when droning on and on about his favorite wine. Some found that part of him repetitive, but not you, you cherished it the most, wishing he never ceases.
At some point, someone interrupted your conversation, claiming to want to discuss something with him. Shortly after, he meant to propose that you stick by his side, but when you offered to go gather some drinks instead, his eyes widened with surprise. It would offer them plenty of time to solve whatever was at hand, you told yourself, and the nod of approval he graciously offered you sent you away momentarily.
It was none of your business to stick your nose in his work, even if it wasn't a subject of great importance. That and the fact that his talk about the wine only made you crave some, so why not go and get stacked up? It wasn't like trouble was about to come crashing at you.
You walked patiently to enjoy the sight of the place, and right when you hit the bar and made your order, you noticed that for some reason it was quite empty. Out of nowhere, a stranger appeared behind you, setting himself by your side a little too close.
“You’re a new face around.” the strange man began immediately upon reaching you. “And a pretty one at that, what brings you here?” he complimented as he eyed you up and down as if he was drinking your shape without a single worry.
A little taken aback by his commentary, you held your composure and stood your ground. “I am accompanying my partner, Zhongli,” you stated with simple yet fierce words, hoping that’ll drive him away, but seemingly to no avail.
“Is that so?” he questioned in amusement. “You’re Zhongli’s partner?”
“Yes,” you replied, wishing the wine would come already so you don't have to spend time around that guy any longer.
“How does a gorgeous girl like you find him so appealing? A bland guy who holds no personality within him?” His commentary only served to anger you. “How long have you been together? Aren’t you already bored of him? ”
It was more than odd that someone who appeared to know him had the audacity to come and act like that, yet you hoped this event wouldn’t lead to a scene. Causing trouble was your last wish.
“No. That is none of your business.” Your drinks were in time but once you reached for them, he grabbed your free hand.
“Because there is nothing to say against the truth? I know that man good enough, he’s not worth it. ” he pointed out with an incredibly smug face painted across his face. “Why don’t you try a real man huh?” he then pulled your hand to his chest but right before making contact with the fabric of his coat, you snapped your hand back.
“Don’t you dare come a single inch closer.” You hurled, trying to keep yourself in check but everything was firing you up so much that you hardly managed. “Know your place, and take no for an answer.”
“That does not exist to me.” he stood up, towering only a bit over you but right when he seemed to want to make another move, you had a slight urge to respond with an action of your own.
Despite all your plans, seeing his eyes widen so suddenly caught you off-guard, and you considered fleeing for a second.
“I believe she made herself very clear. Do I need to reinforce her words for you to finally grasp the meaning behind them?” You heard Zhongli from behind, which made you turn your head back to get the faintest glimpse of his frame. His voice was raw and heavy with displeasure, likewise one of a hound whose territory was crossed over.
His body tightened as he stood taller than the other man. His brows furrowed into an intimidating glare as if to assert dominance, and suddenly the air felt heavier. With swift yet pressed steps, he approached you in a way that made it appear as though he was shielding you. It was your first time seeing him so intense, brimming with a dominating magnitude that radiated outward from him.
Truth be told, you found it rather enticing to have him so imposing by your side, and just as that idea passed your mind, he flashed you a brief softened gaze.
The stranger remained unresponsive, not daring to let out a muffled roar whilst his eyes turned furious.
“Do I interpret your cowardice in being unable to respond to me as an indication that you'll obey?” Zhongli stated again, but the frustrated 'tch' that followed plainly reaffirmed his judgment.
The man fled, casting a final stare back, but as soon as he turned the corner, he was gone. Your eyes followed him attentively until you couldn't see him anymore, but just as you breathed in relief, Zhongli's grasp around your waist seized you. With widened eyes, you looked up to him only to be met by the gentlest man you had ever seen.
You didn't really know what to say at the moment, and neither did you have the chance to; he immediately led you to a quiet place, someplace where it would be just the two of you.
His hand remained around your waist for the entirety of the time to ensure you’d slowly loosen up, but you weren't remotely uneasy to begin with. Though let's be honest, how could you not enjoy a gesture like that?
Upon reaching a corner that was hardly visible to the outside, he moved to face you.
“Are you feeling alright? If you wish, we may make our departure... ” His simple question showed how worried he was despite the tender smile building on his face.
“There’s no need, I’m alright, I wasn’t going to let him do as he pleased,” you reassured him promptly to bring some comfort.
“I know.” he paused momentarily to offer you another smile whilst his arm drew you closer. “You're beyond capable of handling thugs like him.”
His statement sparked a bit of curiosity in you, so you decided to play around with that for a little. “Then why did you come so fast?”
“Anyone who stands in our path should expect to endure repercussions. I'll never sit idly and do nothing.” Upon saying that, you noticed the fire in his eyes. You felt a little something run under your skin again, like a shiver. It caused you to squirm, which he took notice of and pondered on. “Is something the matter, dear?”
You gulped your slight arousal. It still wasn't the right time or place for intimate closeness, but you couldn't evade his question because it would surely make him stress more. The only problem was that he felt not an ounce of stress, but faint intrigue.
That allure then led him to admire you once again, his eyes traversing your whole body from one corner to another.
“Nothing, I’m just confused as to why me,” you replied, assured your trick should do the job. “I don’t see why me.” Your words held a tiny crumb of honesty in them.
Zhongli chuckled and leaned closer to your forehead to place a prolonged kiss. “Why you? The answer is very simple.” He took his arm away and began trailing the side of your chin, paying close attention to the sensation of your tender skin. “Have you ever noted the splendor of your eyes? When I gaze into them, it's as if the ocean is calling me into its arms, where I will be at ease forevermore.” His glance then lowered to your cleavage, slowly scanning your body all the way up and down. “Then.” he paused momentarily to gape at your frame, breathing until the remaining of his composure slowly faltered. “ The way your dress melts around your curves, ensuring not an ounce of your features are left… unobserved.”
Finally having you so close, without a single soul around, seemed to have caused him to break. The weight of his stare around every single part of your body worsened your imbalance, so much so that after hearing all those praises, your cheeks turned a rosy hue.
However, as soon as you looked up into his eyes, he drew you closer in, brushing his lips against yours with the richest flavor you've ever tasted. He couldn’t take it anymore, all these hours wishing to bury himself inside you were too much for his aflame heart.
Your core burned with a desire for more, causing you to grow impatient. There was no chance for you two to attend to your own needs in a place like this. Not that you disagreed with pulling such a behavior, but it didn’t seem like he would wish to. Hearing his demand was what you needed, what you hoped for.
You swallowed your feelings away, and in the process, a faint moan fled your throat.
Zhongli stood silent, but it didn't mean he failed to take in the melody you began chanting. He felt this urge to have you whole right there and right then. But would you want that? Would it be okay with you? Despite his want, your comfort was far more important.
Yet, with each wasted second his jerks grew frantic, obsessed for more. His motions fastened so much that you were confident you were both going that route, however, when he parted lips with you and stared deeply into your eyes, your heart skipped a beat.
“I want you…” you muttered with all your power. The shimmer in your eyes served to prove just how much you were dying for him, especially with the way he posed himself in front of you for the whole night.
Hearing you say that so plainly convinced him that perhaps he should bury himself in his itch to have you. He couldn't just say no to your pleas to be handled; after all, you were the most important thing to him, and your yearnings were always to be taken care of.
Zhongli lowered his head close to your neck to place a couple of warm kisses all the way down to your shoulder. One of his hands took yours into it and held it tightly enough for you to let out another squeak.
“I want you as much if not even more,” the rough whisper leaving his throat sent you over the edge. “Will you let me do it?” he asked through soft nibbles of your skin.
The sensation caused you to melt instantly. You bobbed your head back and pushed him deeper in search of something that would satisfy your growing thirst for his body.
“Yes, I want you to do it.” you panted, barely holding your breath with how impatient you became.
Another chuckle followed from the inside of his mouth. “Good girl.” he praised you again before wrapping himself around you until not an inch of you was visible.
He had his hands curled around your hips sooner than you imagined, and with a tightened grip, he clenched bits of your flesh between his palms. The overwhelming rush of his eager touch led you to slightly arch your back into the wall, inviting him to narrow the gap between you.
Upon doing that, you allowed him to savor the noise of a third muffled moan coming through ragged breaths.
A soft smile grew on his face before he swiftly tended to your fleshy lips yet again. He had his mind full of thoughts for more than he could normally take—ways of unveiling his most beloved parts of you until only his heat could warm you.
One of his hands reached far enough down to grasp you, whereas the other ascended to your spine to draw you closer to his frame. Simultaneously, he pressed himself deeper into you, giving you the feel of his certainly solidified member grazing up toward your body.
Sure, you enjoyed everything more than you should, but when would he get into action? He hardly ever teased you and did so only at your demand, and this time you didn’t ask him to do so.
Needy and desperate for more, you begged in a cry. “Zhongli..” even the simplest utterance of his name meant to show him that you didn't want the usual foreplay. You wanted him to be quick, but oh dear, that would only result in something different.
Unresponsive, he took note of your plea and took immediate measures. The hand resting on your ass reached under your dress and ripped the fabric like it was nothing. He placed a finger around your hole just to test how wet you were, or rather to indulge himself in feeling it.
Then, he took his hand away to undo his garments whilst his other hand kept you glued to him. His tongue circled every corner of your mouth to get more infatuated with your toxic taste.
In a matter of seconds, he effortlessly lifted you with his arms and positioned your entrance right above his pulsing tip. Zhongli opened his eyes momentarily just to observe you as he shoved you deeply into his member. Regardless, as soon as he felt the sensation of your soaked walls accompanied by the image of you rolling your eyes back, he scarcely hindered a guttural groan.
Dear god, the feeling of sliding down his thickened shaft was more than unnecessarily compelling. So much so that when you felt his tip go all the way in and hit the spot, you clutched his shoulder and clawed at his covered skin, all because of the pure bliss.
“Don’t hold back.” you cried out, holding him with such a strong grip that it made his member pulse.
Your reaction surprised him more than it should have, but in a way that drove him to want to go rougher. His eyes softened as he began gliding you up and down at breakneck speed and with each moan you gave him, his desperation for going faster grew more and more.
You looked so stunning bouncing off him, a pure goddess. How did he manage to make you look so much more gorgeous than you already were? How could he make you look so perfect in a state like this? His brain raced with ideas of ways to make you even prettier, but they all faded with each captivating image you provided him.
He was so lost in taking you in that his jaw dropped, signaling he was thirsting for more. At that point, he began gently narrowing the gap between your back and the wall, and as soon as you felt the coldness of the hardwood, he had the proper inclination to drill deeper and quicker.
With that, you wailed so loud you swore everyone else surely heard you but it felt so good. Even so, you did your best to be quiet by keeping your lips shut which took his attention.
“Please, louder,” Zhongli begged in a pant whilst gripping you tighter. “Let me hear you…” You saw his eyes lighten up as the sound of his raw muttering made its way to your ears.
To have him plead for something so badly had you squirm in his arms. A sudden need to latch your lips onto his took over, to pounce on him with sloppy kisses as the rush he gave you with so few words overwhelmed you. You decided to let out all the moans you held in. That was precisely what he needed to urge himself even farther, reaching all the right spots with pressed strokes.
“Fuck..” you began to whimper through the kisses whilst feeling so incredibly close. He could feel your inner walls clenching around him, but it wasn't nearly enough. His pace grew steadier in a wish to have you come all over him as soon as possible, though, he was well aware you deserved more than that.
In his eyes, it was so good that you were already coming, so what else could he do to boost the bliss of your climax? He had an idea, and despite the fact that it would sting a little, it would do more good than harm.
Without showing any sign of wanting to do any of that, Zhongli bit your bottom lip with his fangs. The sharpness of the tips caused you to shudder in pleasant shock and sent shivers down your spine. Your walls tremored like never before as he slowly leaned down and deep into your neck. His love bites felt so surreal that you began crying from all the stimulation he was feeding you until it was too much.
You struggled to handle your incoming climax, rather due to it being too overwhelming, and in a final attempt at putting an end to things, you heard him grunt one final plea. “Release yourself…” his voice was barely above a whisper but that was the last straw.
Holding him tight, you quivered in his arms while whining from all the rapture going across your core. Zhongli Kept you secure as much as he could, but through your ride, his pounds became messy. He thrusted a few more pushes until he finally came undone as well, but even with the dizziness from the pleasure, he wanted to make sure you caught your breath before letting you go.
Equally tired as you, he found it a little hard to not place a few loving kisses on your forehead, just as a sign of how good you were for him. Not even slight exhaustion can withhold him from showering you with love and affection.
With the feel of his warmth coursing inside you, you managed to freshen up a little so you gave half a smile to signal you were better.
In response, he replied with one of his own, and with that, he slowly let you down.
You felt his seed leak from the entrance but right as you prepared to search for a tissue, he approached you quickly.
“There is no need to do that.” he insisted but still took out a napkin to scrape away a few bits of the ooze.
You wondered what he meant, but the curiosity was too great for you to not inquire. “Why is that?”
“Because we’re leaving this place.” his short answer wasn’t enough for you, you needed to hear him say it. And he was going to give it to you.
“Why? Do you have another plan for tonight?” the smugness on your face had him chuckling in a matter of seconds.
“I happen to have plenty of plans for us for the rest of the night.” He hinted in a low voice, as if to tease that more was to come.
Tags: creampie, begging, praising, rough sorta? Just him being so hot and good istfg!! And probably some other things. He is sweet jesus
summary: the Duke notices you want him to fuck you with a little more spice (it’s 3 am and I do not know what Im doing)
wc: 1,2k
“Don’t be shy, tell me what you want princess.” The Duke’s hoarse toned words sent shivers down your spine. The sole fact he had been deepening himself inside your soaked folds for the past 20 minutes didn’t help but cause more trouble to you, so much that you slipped a rushed pant as you thought more and more of what you wanted.
Truth be told, you weren’t subtle at all with your desire to feel his hands roam around your stomach until finally gripping you to stay in place. You wanted him to handle you that way so badly but with the way he was ramming inside you, it was so much harder to voice your boiling yearning.
Still, attentive as he usually is, and perhaps a little too infatuated with the sight of you taking him so well, he was quick to notice your body language was gradually changing. Your motions, your squirming beneath him and the way you eyed his rough hands every time they’d move mere inches close to your stomach, it was all there. At first, he took it as nothing more than admiration, a gesture you always do every time he is on top and taking good care of you, however, this time felt different.
Maybe it was the prolonged eye contact you kept and the lustful whiff you gave off, but it didn’t matter anymore. He got the idea as soon as he lingered a pressured digit against the sensitive skin above his favorite area. No matter the case, if that was what you wanted, he would gladly provide, definitely not because he too found that idea as intriguing as you.
To encourage you, he began running his fingers down your chest, further lowering them to your stomach. He even gave you a playful wink followed by another thrust of his member.
Despite that, you still found difficulty in telling him and instead whimpered, hopeful he’d proceed with your wish but this was Wriothesley we are talking about. As much as it made him happy to spoil you, he wanted to hear that sweet beg come out of your pretty, fleshy lips.
The Duke’s lips’ corners curled into a mischievous smile, and upon pressing a forceful yet slow thrust inside you, he leaned closer to you. “Come on, tell me what you want.” He urged you nonchalantly whilst steadily rubbing himself against you despite his deeply buried member. “I want to hear you ask for it.” A faint groan slipped his honey-layered mouth and with it, prolonged eye contact followed.
He was making things so much difficult but at the same time, the lack of friction was making you go crazy, so much that you searched for it yourself. An obvious failure since he was doing nothing but chuckling in your face.
“I want you to grip my waist.” You finally uttered the words now that there was nothing to make you whine like a needy little mess. Your voice was barely above a whisper, and dear god the effect that had on him.
Hearing you ask for that in such a normal yet suave manner had his length pulse within your warm insides. It pushed you to gasp loudly given the slight vibration hit a good spot.
Wriothesley’s eyes widened with pure satisfaction, the tint of lust and adoration growing larger and larger in them. You couldn’t comprehend just how much that was driving him wild, but to your surprise, a simple request wouldn’t be enough. You couldn't just request he does something without stating what should be the consequence of that action.
“And do what?” His grace poked at you more and to add more tension, he rubbed himself against you one more time. It was unbelievable.
“Go wild.” You cried out, shuddering from all the euphoria he was denying you. You were so desperate that you grabbed his arms and dug your nails into his biceps, running your nails down to his forearms until there were red lines all over him.
That was all he needed from you. Oh, what a good girl you were, too good for him. With that, the Duke let out a groaned chuckle after which he lifted his body. You watched him gently placing his hands around your waist, and without any notice, felt his grip tightening around your sides.
“Good Girl.” is the praise that left his mouth before he started pumping in and out again, but with his hands effortlessly holding your body in place so you don’t move from all the force propelling you farther from him.
It was crazy, you could feel him hit it much differently than usual. It was as if his tip was hitting an inner wall that you had no idea about. A sensation so addictive that you began moaning louder and louder with each fierce thrust shoved inside your dripping cunt. But you weren't the only one enjoying this wild ride. The motions were equally addictive to him too, so much so that whenever he felt himself slap a little too hard against your slick folds, he wanted to go even harder.
He was so lost in the momentum that he didn’t know where to pay attention, your lower taking his throbbing length deeper than normal, your breasts jiggling upward and downward thanks to the pressure he was putting in, or you rolling back your eyes as you grabbed the mattress underneath you. So many sights for him to feed himself with, it was unfair. Oh, if he could see all of them simultaneously, he would be the luckiest guy in Fontaine, if not the entire world. But he had to decide on one.
Yet, once you arched your back and wailed in hunger for more, he let out a guttural groan run between his clenched fangs. From that moment on, his icy gaze stood fixed on you, on the emotions that were running through you.
His breath was shaky as his movements turned quicker and sloppier. His heart beat wildly as his arousal reached new heights. His member pounded harder the more your walls squeezed him. His grip tightened until his nails were dug deep inside your flesh, and upon feeling him clutch you way too intensely, you shouted in both pain and bliss. He couldn’t carry this any longer, and neither could you take it in anymore.
The Duke growled as he felt his fast-approaching climax reach its peak, and coincidentally enough, before he came undone, you convulsed underneath him.
Trembling in pure bliss, you bobbed your head back and called out for him whilst desperately grasping his hands in the final moments of your arrival. He wanted to keep fucking you during your orgasm but the sweet noises were too much for him to handle, thus causing him to fill you with his warm fluids.
“Fuck.” the moan slipped his lips as he too bobbed his head back right after feeling his seed flow deep inside. Soon enough, he looked back at you, flashing his favorite parts one final look before he could rest by your side.
Upon hearing him curse through his teeth, you chuckled to yourself and slumped to the bed, unable to move an inch or say anything more. Not that you needed to. After all, you did so well.
A soft smile grew on Wrio’s face as he noticed how you were slowly drifting away into a sleep.
summary: your teasings do have consequences you know? It’s about time you learn that
note: this was a request from a friend so, I believe everyone deserves to receive it
“Meet me in my office.” The stern voice from behind you caused a wave of unique electricity to tingle through your whole body. A voice far too familiar for you not to recognize it almost immediately and the more you thought of him, the more you felt your blood boil with excitement.
As you turned your head to pretend to want to know what all the fuss was about, the image of your beloved Captain looking thoroughly into your gaze sent chilling shivers down your spine. With his hand resting on his hip, Kaeya eyed you carefully, and despite his usual demeanor, the aura of authority he gave off instantly made you ponder what was about to happen.
His expression of pure disappointment didn’t help at all but you knew how things rolled with him. You knew just how good he was at pretending, so much better than you that you often questioned whether he was messing with you as usual or meant every word he spoke. However, most of the time it was the first option.
People seldom noticed when he was acting, but as you spent years with him, you gradually learned his little tricks. Because of how much he liked it, and fortunately for you both, you were the one who pushed the door farther than anyone else would have.
Tilting your head to the side, the soft-spoken words left your mouth in a hurry.
“Did I mess something up this time?” you asked, awaiting any signal as you raised your eyebrows to keep in character but his icy stare made it tough.
What could you have done so bad this time? Maybe a few tiny, innocent attempts to mess with your Captain. Sure, some were a little too bold but they weren’t that bad, right? That was something you always did; it was a regular part of your day.
“Yes, don’t make me wait too long,” he replied and left shortly but the fidgeting of his fingers took all your focus.
That was it, the proof you needed. You felt your mind race with various scenes in your head, and the more you thought about it the better it got. But there was no room for leaving him on hold for so long, so as you collected your thoughts, you rushed toward his office.
There seemed to be no one around which made you feel at ease. It was close to afternoon and any other knights hardly found themselves sitting in a place like this at this hour. Good, it was just what you wanted.
With slow-paced steps, you finally reached his door and by clasping the knob, opened it in a matter of seconds. You threw an eye around but Kaeya seemed to be nowhere. Did you get there way too fast? That can’t be it, he’s always there whenever he commands you to come.
“Kaeya?” you called out as you stepped in, closing the door behind you while your eyes analyzed the emptiness of the room in the hopes he was there, but even after a few minutes, there seemed to be no mark.
“You got here faster than last time,” Kaeya spoke from behind, leaving traces of playfulness in the air for you to feed on.
You turned to lay eyes on him and it was just what you expected, his gaze looking intently into your soul accompanied by a half smug resting right beneath it.
“You told me not to make you wait, I thought this would please you.” The innocence in your words seemed to amuse him, so much that he gave away a faint giggle.
“That’s right, I just thought you’d take a little more after everything you’ve done today.” He reached for the knob to lock the door for no particular reason, right?
“But what did I do so wrong?” you spoke softly, still following him as he tightened the distance between the two of you. You allowed an invitational smirk to rise on your face and it did its job.
He stood right in front of you, watching you from above with a relaxed look that felt different as if you urged something to awaken in him.
“Oh? You don’t know?” he played along, slowly walking closer toward you but in response you backed against a wall. “Let me remind you that you’ve been inappropriately close to your Captain the whole day.” He placed a hand against the wall and you immediately felt your face get hot with how close he was to your face, but you kept your composure.
“I must have done it by mistake.” you excused yourself, holding tight as he kept pressing his face closer to yours. God, but it was so hard, especially with the view he was giving you of the opening of his chest, glistering as the dim light of the room cast its faint shine on his chiseled muscles.
“You say so?” he pushed some more, a little surprised with how much you were resisting, but that wouldn’t be for long enough.
Not even your nodding and tightly gripped clothes prepared you for what he was about to unleash upon you. Kaeya leaned down to your ear, the warmth of his breathing touching your sensitive skin which made you squirm quietly. His free hand moved closer to your waist and while you heard him opening his mouth, it gently crept down to your thigh, clasping a bit of your skin with eager touches.
“You know, I’ve been holding back the whole day, it was so hard.” Your core buzzed with warming yearning as you feasted upon his honey-covered words. “But fucking is a reward, and you haven’t been good.”
You whimpered, unable to hold it in this time, but you had to urge him in some way.
“Are you going to sit idly and do nothing then?” your response made him chuckle.
“That’s for you to find out,” Kaeya whispered, lifting his head, and in a fraction, he clashed his lips against yours, indulging himself in the sweet taste of your fleshiness as his hand roamed your lower area.
With each time he applied pressure against your skin, the noises you let out became melody to his ears. He hungered for more, wanting to force you to be as vocal as possible, but everything you made wasn’t nearly enough for him to be pleased.
Suddenly, you felt him move his fingers around your back just to pull you closer to his larger frame. He then led you to part ways with the wall and slowly made you change direction toward his desk instead. You started to pant as his kissing became escalated to the point where you barely had any more air. His pace was so steady that you hit his desk in a matter of seconds but that only added to the tension growing.
Without breaking the kiss, he gently propped you to lay flat on his desk, throwing around whatever was there. The impact shook you so much that you almost turned your head to make sure nothing was broken but when you tilted your head even slightly, his free hand cupped your cheeks to keep you still as his tongue made its way around every corner inside your mouth.
“Kaeya..” Your muffled noises only served to make him more fiery, but he remained silent to your desperate calling.
He leaned his whole body against yours, positioning himself right between your legs, and with it, came the sensation of stiffness. You gasped as your core burned stronger but immediately forgot all about it as soon the hand holding your arched back returned to your front to go all the way down to your blossoming spot. His digits left tiny pressed lines along which awoke something in you, something you swore you’d never felt before.
Yet as he seemed to want to get in your pants, he didn’t do it but only made small attempts to. It caused some frustration to build inside you so much that your whimpers became desperate cries for your greedy desires.
Kaeya knew what he was doing and just to make things worse, his lips lowered to your neck and left kisses all around your skin. His teeth came out a few times, teasing the sensitive buds as if to signal you he was about to nibble on your favorite spot, but he never did it.
He was such a tease, yet you loved it despite how needy it left you. However, his attempts were working far too well that it made you squirm in search of the tiniest bit of friction, and he was fast to take notice of it.
“Not so fast, princess.” He stopped most of his motions just to watch you intently, curious if you were to give in.
“Kaeya… please…” your begging amused him and he began chuckling.
“I told you, there is no reward coming for everything you’ve done.” He mouthed softly but the whiff of seduction his tone gave off only made things worse for you. “I’m curious how much you can take in, will it be more than I was able to or less?”
With that, his hand resumed its circular motions around your lower area whilst his other hand moved down to your breasts, teasing through the cloth where your perkiness would be.
That alone made you arch your back far closer to his touch but in swiftness, he quickly replied by retracting his hand so none of your desires would be fulfilled.
“You can’t deny me all these…” You wailed, convinced that’d hit his spot, and you were right, it did to some extent. “Won’t you help me with this… please?” you slowly pushed your body closer to him as if to reveal just what he loved the most.
Nonchalantly, he lifted his whole body back up but you remained spread across his desk. Kaeya stood silent momentarily, and his expression turned to one of yearning. His gaze looked over your whole tampered body up and down and you found that time to be your chance to make him break down. You needed him to do you.
His favorite thing was spoiling you after all, so much that you hardly do any hand work during your intimate times. Truth be told, it was becoming equally unbearable for him too and your pushing wasn’t making things any better, but when he heard you say those words, he was already close to getting into action already. He questioned whether toying with you was necessary anymore but that needed a little more motivation to be fully doubted.
Bold and curious, you gently swapped your hand across your chest, dragging your digits hard against your covered nipples. You couldn’t even begin to wonder if it had any effect that a smug slowly painted his face, but he stood observant.
This was your first attempt at something like this, and knowing how aroused he would become if you did something so sudden only encouraged you to try harder. Thus, to make it even spicier, your hand went all the way down to your crotch, and with circular motions, you began applying close pressure. Your curves bounced with all the waves of pleasure traversing your body.
When the first moan left your partly open mouth, his lust-filled eye kept prolonged contact while his hand slowly ran down his thigh to caress his aching hardness. The image caused you to gulp and increase your jerkin, especially after noticing the twitchiness it gave off. Your constant tease pulled him in like a magnet, and soon enough, he found himself kissing you tenderly once again.
You couldn’t believe it, you did it. You succeeded in making him give in, you rarely found him doing what you wanted so early in the moment. Normally, it was just him doing anything to tease you into wanting it more and more until you couldn’t take your hands off him, but things took a different turn.
One of his hands pulled each of your arms away and as he stood hushed, he steadily bent even lower until his lips were right above your chest. He picked some of the cloth with his teeth and dragged it around your breast only to start leaving wet kisses across your revealed nipple.
“God..” The faint whimper left your mouth whilst his tongue began twirling around the sensitive bud, and the more pressure he applied the hotter you felt, it felt so goddamn good.
Kaeya let out a pleased groan right after you, and the more he licked with sheer pressure, he slowly kneeled right in front of you. Once he felt his knees hit the rigidness of the floor, his head went even lower until he reached your groin. You gave him a curious glance but upon the notice of him using his teeth, you saw him beginning to unbutton your pants. His hands found your inner thighs as a resting spot and you trembled in anticipation of what he was reaching for.
Despite the looks of it, his mouth was quick to take your pants away and for a slight moment, he looked up at you with an even wider smile.
“Be a good princess and spread for me.” his soft yet deep voice urged you with an intent gaze whilst he pulled the tip of the garments away.
His request took you by surprise but the ache in your tummy forced you to do as he demanded. Was this his plan the entire time? To get you all nice and naked just to savor your juices, or was he onto something else? You had no idea, you couldn’t read the air in the room but enjoyed everything unfolding right in front of you instead.
“Good girl.” he mouthed and frantically resumed his plan by first running his tender lips against your wet folds.
You shuddered in pure bliss, but the sensation of his mouth latching onto your delicate bud sent you over the edge. A loud gasp escaped from the entrance of your mouth, serving as a means for him to begin swirling his tongue around between pressured blows against your clit.
“Ah-.” you cried out and arched your back but Kaeya kept you in place with a tightened grip across your legs.
Firmly, he pulled your whole body closer to his face so he could feed on you at a better angle but when his tongue went deep into your walls and then returned to your folds and so on, your eyes widened. You lowered your head to where he was and god, the eagerness in his glowing eye made your walls clench.
You were so soaked, so good to be inside, but the trailing of his tongue had you forget about wanting him inside. Your drench was far too good to be slept on, so he was going to get every last drop you had in you until there was nothing left.
“Kaeya..” You bobbed your head back and gripped strands of his hair to push his head even deeper. The coming of your arrival seemed closer and closer, especially with how his speed was increasing, but poor you, you had no idea what was about to happen.
Kaeya chuckled at how lost you were in the moment, and right when he felt you squirm harder in his restrain, he slowly lifted his head. The sensation of pent-up pleasure left your body in a matter of seconds. Shaken by the situation, you looked up only to see him towering over you with a smirk smeared across his face as he began licking his lips.
“So close, but so far.” he teased you playfully whilst his hands tugged at your inner thighs.
“Why..” you questioned with a desperate look in your eyes, a little taken aback by what he had just done.
“I told you there is no reward, have you forgotten already?” he poked at you with his sweet words, but while your focus remained messed up, his digits slowly moved to your lower. Simultaneously, his other hand freed your leg and reached for his groin just to unbuckle his trousers little by little.
“No, but…” You turned your head to the side, frustrated with how he was toying with you.
“But what?” you still couldn’t notice how his fingers crept closer and closer to your exposed flower... “Say it, princess.”
“Please..” your voice was barely above a whisper.
“Please what? Don’t be shy now, tell me.”
“Please, let me finish.” You mumbled whilst still not noticing what he was attempting.
“Why should I do that? You’ve caused nothing but trouble today and I hardly did any of my tasks.” he pointed out with a chuckle, a little amused with how much you were dying for him to allow you to reach your peak.
You took a moment of silence. “Don’t I deserve it…?” you finally asked in a pained voice, hopeful that it’d get you what you want.
“Oh, you do, princess.” he slid one of his fingers down to your clit, giving in the same motions he placed moments ago. “You deserve to come, but only when I’m inside you.” With that, he pulled his garments away, and in a swift move, he gripped his member and aligned it with your entrance.
Kaeya slowly pushed inside, making space with the tip. He wasn’t hasty with going deeper but enjoyed the depth of your slickness accompanied by your pleasured chanting. Your walls clenched his pulsing shaft so good that he groaned alongside you.
His finger on the other hand teased you rhythmically with his thrusts, the more hurried they got, the faster he jerked you. You trembled as he kept shoving in and out like there was no tomorrow, wishing he wouldn’t stop any time soon.
“So lovely right now…” he too moaned as he felt you wrapping him tighter than before. “You look so good beneath me, Y/N…” he grimaced as he buckled his hips rougher. “You take me so well.” he slapped inside, making a noise you couldn’t forget. “I will never get enough of you.”
His free hand gripped your face so you could see just how good he was doing you and it made you feel your climax coming closer with each plunge he rammed into your insides.
“Keep your eyes on me, princess. I want to see that pretty face once you come all over me.” he urged in a grunt, bucking sloppy thrusts as his climax was approaching. “God, you feel amazing.”
The stimulation from him was too much, it was overwhelmingly godly, so much that you hardly kept yourself in place. It drove you crazy, so he made sure to hit every spot he knew, going from one corner to another frantically as you pulsed greedily with each second you got closer to your climax.
‘You can do it, you’re doing it so well.” he bent over to find your lips once more, nibbling your fleshiness little by little.
“God, Kaeya-” You mumbled shakily but he held you close.
“You like it that much, hmm?” he asked, plunging more rashly that you hardly nodded. “Come on, princess.”
It only took a few more strokes to your bud that you shouted aloud and slumped on the desk, trembling beneath him in utter delight. Your back arched and gave him the right momentum to hit it better than before while you stood riding your arrival.
“Just like that, good job.” Kaeya praised you for how good you were doing while he pressed inside a few more times before he reached his climax as well.
He held your lips tightly as his seed flowed deep inside you, spreading warmth all around your body. As he slowly pulled away from you, he dragged his garments back on. You attempted to lift yourself for a moment but the exhaustion caught up with you worse than you anticipated.
In contrast, he moved faster to approach you and assist you in lifting yourself. He then gave you a soft yet stern look while snatching a tissue to clean up the mess he had made around your entrance.
Even after a moment like this, his mind was still racing around you and all he wanted was to take care of you after seeing what a toll his lovemaking had on you.
“It’s alright, you don’t need to.” You panted through the words and tried to clean yourself but he didn’t allow it.
“Don’t worry, princess. Freshen yourself, I’ll handle this, after all it’s my duty to.” He gave you a reassuring look which only convinced you there was no chance to even attempt it.
“But you must be tired as I am.” The point you made humored him some more. “Please, let me do it.”
“I don’t get tired so easily, so please, stay right where you are I’ve got this.” he hinted with a playful wink.
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