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ARE YOU A P★RN STAR?

paring : phainon, mydei, anaxa, aventurine, sunday x f!reader

tws : nsfw / smut, creampie (vaginal), cow-girl, nipple play, biting, hair pulling, tit-fucking, slight slut-shaming, breeding kink, licking, spitting in mouth, degradation, humiliation, nasty sēx, filthy sēx, cōck-drunk reader, slight pūssy drunk Sunday and spanking.

synopsis : when the fucking is sooo good he thinks you’re a pornstar. minors do not interact.

☆ PHAINON !

Your thighs are shaking from the effort, hips grinding slow but deep, taking every inch of Phainon’s cock like you were born for it. His back is relaxed against the headboard, long white hair draped across the pillows like silk, armor undone just enough to expose his pale chest and the faint sheen of sweat catching in the hollow of his throat. He watches you ride him like it’s a performance made just for him—those blue eyes soft, but hungry.

His hands are everywhere. One draped low on your waist, thumb brushing just beneath your bellybutton, right over the obscene bulge his cock makes inside you. The other? Pinching your nipple between gloved fingers, tugging and rolling until your breath stutters and your body clenches down around him.

“Mmnh—fuck, P-Phainon…” you whimper, already a wreck.

He laughs softly—low, intimate, like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

“You ride me like you’ve done this before,” he murmurs, gaze lazily trailing from your tits to your hips. “You fuck me like you’re on camera. Should I be tipping you for this performance?”

Your face burns, but you moan when he rolls his hips up into you, stretching you even deeper. The size of him still makes you twitch, even after being split open for so long—your cunt sucking around him greedily, sloppy and wet, strings of slick coating his thighs. He’s so thick it hurts, but you don’t stop riding. You can’t.

Phainon leans forward with a soft growl, grabs your jaw, and coos, “Open.”

You obey, mouth wide and tongue out like a good little pet—and he spits. Warm and slow. It hits your tongue and you moan, dizzy and desperate. His smirk deepens as he watches you swallow it without hesitation.

“That’s it… fuck, you’re perfect. Filthy little thing,” he whispers, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. “So sweet when you beg for it, but look at you now. You’re just a slut when I let you ride, hm? Just a tight little hole to milk me dry?”

His words make your hips stutter, your body starting to fold forward, overwhelmed and clenching.

“Aww,” he croons, mocking gently, “You gonna cum from that? From just being used? Go ahead, baby. Cum on it—show me how bad you want to be full.”

He grabs your hips, holding you steady, and fucks up into you with slow, brutal force. Every thrust is heavy, obscene—your soaked cunt squelching around him, drool slipping from your lips as you cry out, helpless to stop it.

“I’m gonna cum—!” you sob, nails digging into his shoulders, body trembling violently.

Phainon’s voice is low and rough now, breath hitting your ear. “You’re gonna take every drop. You hear me? I’m gonna fuck it so deep it sticks. I want it dripping out of you for hours, ruining your thighs—soak the sheets, make a mess. That’s what this pretty pussy’s for.”

You scream his name as you cum, hard and loud, pussy locking down around him in waves. And he keeps going.

Keeps. Fucking. Up. Into. You.

He watches your eyes roll, your body twitch and convulse, your moans turning to dumb little cries as you drool down onto his chest.

And then he groans—deep. Loud. Body tensing. He thrusts up and stays buried, cock twitching inside you as he cums. Hot. So much. You can feel it pulse, feel your insides getting filled, and the warmth makes your legs give out.

But he doesn’t stop.

He fucks it in. Keeps thrusting slow, deep, holding your hips down while he pumps every last drop inside. You’re whimpering, overstimulated, already full—but he groans again, voice raw with hunger.

“Did I say I was done?”

His hand reaches between your legs, fingers to your clit, rubbing in slow, cruel circles.

“I want to see it spill. I want to watch you leak all over me. But not yet—not till I’ve filled you again. You’ll take it. All of it. You’re mine. You were made to be fucked like this.”

You sob, nodding, brain white-noise and legs trembling.

And Phainon smiles, soft and wicked.

“That’s my good little star. Keep riding. We’re not stopping, ‘till you can’t take it anymore.”

☆ MYDEIMOS !

Mydei’s hands are brutal on your hair, gripping thick strands and yanking your head back just enough to expose your neck. You gasp, mouth open, lips wet and trembling from how badly you need him. Your body is a trembling mess—so soaked, so hungry for every inch of him that your thighs won’t stop trembling, your hips nearly losing all control.

He leans in, teeth grazing your skin with sharp bites, lips trailing down your neck in hot, sloppy licks that leave you gasping and squirming.

“You ride me like you’re some kind of fucking pornstar,” he growls, voice low and ragged, dragging you down to his level by your hair. His golden eyes flash with fire and something darker—pure, raw hunger. “How the fuck do you ride this big cock like that? You trying to make me cum everywhere?”

You whimper and moan against him, your tongue slipping out to taste the salty skin beneath his jaw. Your mouth moves on instinct, licking and biting his neck with a desperate need that makes him snarl in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. So goddamn messy. You’re leaking all over me, babe. You want me to breed you, huh?” His grip tightens, fingers clawing into your hair harder, making your head jerk back. “Tell me you want to be full of me. Tell me you want me to fill you up till you can’t walk.”

You nod, breath coming in desperate gasps, voice trembling but raw with need. “Please, Mydei… fuck me so hard. Fill me up. I want all of you.”

He snarls, pushing into you with a force that steals your breath, hips slamming up with hard, punishing thrusts that make your whole body scream. Your nails dig into his shoulders, clutching him like a lifeline as he fucks you deep, balls slapping against your slick folds.

His mouth finds your throat, teeth sinking in just enough to leave marks as he growls, “You’re mine—mine to breed, mine to ruin. You’re gonna take every last drop, you hear me? Fill you up so full you’re dripping and leaking all over my cock.”

Your moans come out choked and messy, your head spinning from how good it feels and how much you want more. Your pussy clenches uncontrollably around him, soaking him through and through, desperate for every thrust.

Mydei’s hand moves down to your breast, grabbing hard, fingers pinching your nipple until you cry out and arch into him, your mouth falling open in a shaky gasp.

“You’re a filthy slut for this, huh?” he spits, voice thick. “Riding me like I’m the only one who’s ever fucked you right. Like you belong to me.”

You whimper, biting your lip hard, tongue flicking out to taste the salty mix of sweat and spit that drips from his mouth.

“You’re such a whore, aren’t you? Can’t get enough, can you? Riding me like your whole world depends on it.” His thrusts get faster, rougher—pounding you deep and hard until you’re nothing but heat and wetness and trembling flesh.

He growls again, voice low and deadly, “Cum for me. Show me how bad you want it. Show me you’re mine.”

You scream his name, cumming so hard it feels like your body’s going to shatter. Your legs shake violently as he keeps fucking you through every wave, dragging you down into a dark, filthy haze where nothing exists but him pounding into your dripping cunt.

When he finally cums, his roar is deafening, hips jerking hard as he spills inside you, filling you so full you swear you can feel every hot drop.

He holds you tight, fingers tangled in your hair, and breathes out, “Goddamn… you fuck like you’re getting paid, baby. You’re mine.”

Mydei’s not done making you his messy, dripping little breeding prize yet—he’s got you right where he wants you, and he’s about to push you even further over the edge.

His heavy breaths fog up the room as he pulls out just enough to watch your body tremble, slick and swollen around him. Your pussy is dripping wet, dripping all over his thick cock, and he’s gripping your hips hard—like he’s marking you, claiming you as his.

“Look at you,” he snarls, eyes dark and wild, “so fucking needy and fucked out already. You want more, don’t you? You want me to fuck you again and again till you’re shaking and begging?”

You’re panting, cheeks flushed and slick with sweat, mouth open in a desperate pant. You nod, words falling apart in your throat, but your body screams the truth—soaked, slick, full of that raw hunger only he can feed.

His hand snaps forward, grabbing a fistful of your hair again and yanking your head back hard enough to make you gasp in pain and pleasure. His lips find your jawline, biting harshly then licking the bite like a cruel lover savoring his prize.

“You’re mine,” he growls, voice rough like gravel, “and I’m gonna breed you so hard you won’t remember your own name. You’re gonna ride me until you’re leaking all over my cock, crying my name like the filthy slut you are.”

You moan, trembling, the words like fire in your veins. You feel so empty and so full at once—your pussy dripping, clenching, burning from how much you’ve already taken, but still aching for more.

Without warning, he flips you over with brutal strength, pressing your chest down to the mattress. Your breath catches as he slaps your ass hard, a loud smack echoing in the room.

“On your hands and knees. Take it like the good slut you are.”

You obey instantly, hips jerking back when he lines up and slams back inside you. His cock stretches you deep and hard, driving into you with rough, punishing thrusts that make your vision swim.

His hands grip your hips and then slide up to your waist, squeezing hard, one hand trailing down to find your clit. He rubs it fast, cruel, making you squeal and shake as he fucks you harder.

“Look at this pussy—mine, dripping all over my cock,” he growls, voice thick with lust and satisfaction. “You gonna take every drop I give you? Gonna let me breed you full?”

You’re choking on a sob, biting your lip so hard it bleeds, body trembling in pure overstimulation. His cock pushes deeper, hitting places that make you scream.

His hand shoots forward, grabbing your hair again, yanking your head back so you meet his gaze.

“Say it,” he commands, teeth flashing, “Say you’re mine.”

“Mine…” you gasp, tears streaming,

“That’s it. Good girl.”

His thrusts speed up, pounding into you with merciless force, hitting deeper, stretching you wide until you’re shaking violently beneath him.

Your moans turn into desperate cries as you cum again, hard and wild, pussy clenching so tight around him he groans deep in his throat.

And then—his own body tenses, hips jerking as he empties inside you, filling you with hot, sticky ropes of cum. You’re so full you feel like you might burst, but he holds you tight, fucking you through every pulse until he’s spent.

Finally, he collapses next to you, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you close.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, voice low and satisfied, “always.”

☆ ANAXAGORAS !

Anaxa’s eye bore into yours like a predator sizing up his prize. The heat in the room was thick enough to suffocate, but you barely noticed—because you were already drowning in the feeling of him beneath you, the way his body pressed up, claiming every inch of your skin.

He smirked, that slow, dangerous smile that promised both pleasure and pain. “Are you sure you’re not some kind of fucking porn star?” His voice was low, teasing, laced with a hunger that made your breath hitch.

You flushed, heart pounding as you rolled your hips over him, feeling the thick length of his cock pressing deliciously against your slick core. “Maybe I am,” you whispered, biting your lip. “Maybe you’re just lucky enough to find out.”

Anaxa chuckled, a throaty sound that sent vibrations right through your bones. His hands slid up your sides, fingers curling around your ribs before slipping under your shirt to cup your tits. The warmth of his palms set your skin on fire.

His thumbs found your nipples instantly, flicking and pinching with expert precision. You gasped, hips stuttering as a sharp spike of pleasure radiated through you. “God, you’re so fucking sensitive,” he murmured, eyes gleaming with cruel delight.

You whimpered, arching into his touch as he tightened his grip. “Don’t stop,” you begged breathlessly. “Please.”

Anaxa’s grin deepened. “You’re such a dirty little girl, begging like that.” His fingers pinched harder, rolling your nipples between thumb and forefinger until you squirmed under his hands.

You leaned forward, lips brushing against his jaw, breath hot and shaky. “Make me yours,” you whispered, “Breed me, Anaxa. Fill me up.”

His hands dropped from your chest, one sliding to grip your hip firmly while the other tangled in your hair, pulling your head back just enough so you met his smoldering gaze.

“Ride me like you mean it,” he growled, voice low and dangerous.

You lowered yourself slowly onto him, every inch of his thick cock sliding deep inside you. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, full, and utterly consuming. You closed your eyes, savoring the way he stretched you, the way your bodies fit perfectly together.

Anaxa’s hands gripped your hips, steadying you as you began to move. You set a slow, steady rhythm, hips rolling forward, grinding down onto him like you were claiming him as yours.

He moaned, low and rough, fingers digging into your skin. “That’s it, Show me how badly you want this.”

You bit your lip, cheeks flushing hotter as you picked up the pace, bouncing on him harder, hips snapping with urgent need. The slick sound of skin sliding against skin filled the room.

Anaxa’s hands roamed your body—down your back, tracing the curve of your ass, up your sides again, before settling on your breasts. His thumbs returned to your nipples, flicking and twisting them with expert teasing.

Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut. The mixture of pain and pleasure was intoxicating.

“You’re such a fucking good girl for me,” he whispered, voice thick with desire. “So wet, so ready. You’re made to take me like this.”

You gasped as his cock pulsed inside you, hitting deep with every thrust. You felt your body tightening, the coil of pleasure building faster and faster.

Anaxa leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re going to come for me, I want to see you lose control.”

Your hands clenched into fists at his shoulders as your hips moved frantically, desperate for release. The warmth in your tummy bloomed, spreading out in waves of heat and dizzying pleasure.

“Fuck, yes,” you moaned, voice breaking. “Anaxa—please.”

He growled, thrusting up harder, faster. His grip on your hips tightened, nails biting into your skin as he chased his own climax.

Your body tensed, muscles trembling as the first orgasm crashed over you, hot and overwhelming. You cried out, head thrown back as you rode the wave, trembling beneath him.

Anaxa didn’t let up, driving into you with fierce determination, pushing you through your high and straight into his own.

His breath came out ragged, voice thick with need as he cursed your name, releasing deep inside you with a shudder.

The heat of his seed filled you completely, and you felt yourself soften around him, a delicious haze settling over your senses.

He pulled you close, arms wrapping around your waist, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“Mine,” he whispered, lips brushing over your temple. “Always mine.”

You smiled, heart pounding, chest rising and falling beneath his steady hands. “Forever.”

Anaxa’s fingers drifted back to your nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds even as he held you. “Look at you—marked, full, and dripping for me.”

You shivered, nerves raw and trembling, but burning with satisfaction.

“You’re my perfect girl,” he murmured, voice rough with pride. “And I’m never letting you go.”

Your breath hitched again as his lips trailed down your neck, teeth grazing softly.

“Ride you again?” you whispered, needy and bold.

Anaxa laughed, deep and satisfied. “Always.”

You rose up, hips moving slow at first, savoring the feeling of his cock filling you, then faster, harder, until the room echoed with your cries and his low groans.

He teased your nipples mercilessly, flicking and pinching, the pleasure sharp and delicious, pushing you closer to the edge again and again.

“Come for me, baby doll,” he growled. “Fill me up, show me how good you are.”

Your body clenched, eyes closing tight as another shuddering orgasm tore through you.

Anaxa matched you, crashing over the edge with a groan, his seed hot and wild inside you.

You collapsed together, sweat-slick skin pressed tight.

“Porn star,” he whispered with a smirk, voice teasing but full of love. “That’s exactly what you are.”

☆ AVENTURINE !

Aventurine’s grin was slow and knowing as he watched you settle onto his lap, the heat between your bodies already thick enough to choke on. His fingers traced lazy patterns across your thighs, teasing the bare skin visible beneath your skirt as you straddled him like you owned every inch of the bed.

“You like sitting on me like this?” His voice was low, smooth, carrying that teasing edge that made your pulse race. His hands slid up, palms pressing against your hips, fingers digging in just a little, reminding you he was in charge even as you took the lead.

You smirked, hips rocking gently in response, feeling him hard and ready beneath you. “Maybe I do.”

His breath hitched as you pressed closer, the wet heat of your slick folds brushing his cock, already thick and aching inside his pants. He tugged at the waistband of his trousers, sliding them down with a lazy, possessive tug until his length sprang free—long, thick, and already glistening with precome.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured, hands gripping your hips tighter, thumbs tracing circles on your skin. “Look at you, all wet and hungry.”

You leaned down, lips brushing his jaw, voice breathy and low, “You want to taste me?”

Without hesitation, he tipped his head, catching your mouth in a slow, deep kiss that burned with heat and promise. His tongue slipped inside, exploring, claiming, as his hands roamed your back, pulling you flush against him.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails raking gently, teasing him as you slid your hips forward, rubbing yourself against his bare cock. The slick, sloppy sound of skin meeting skin filled the air, wet and messy.

He groaned into your mouth, hands moving to your breasts, cupping them hard. His thumbs flicked over your nipples, rolling the hardened buds until you shivered against him, breath hitching.

“God, your tits are fucking perfect,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to suck one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing lightly, sucking and biting with delicious possessiveness.

You gasped, arching into him, slick folds grinding harder against his cock as you felt him pressing up, aching to slide inside you. His hands moved lower, gripping your hips as he lifted you up and down, slow and steady.

“Ride me,” he commanded softly, voice thick with need. “Make a mess on me.”

You sank down onto him, slick warmth swallowing his length as you moved in a steady, slow rhythm. The bed creaked beneath you, the slick, sloppy sounds of your bodies moving together filling the room.

His hands gripped your waist, thumbs digging in as he held you close, pressing his chest to your back. His lips brushed the curve of your neck, leaving hot kisses that made you shiver.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, voice low and possessive. “So fucking perfect.”

You leaned forward, hands on his chest, grinding harder as the coil inside you tightened. His cock pulsed inside you, thick and demanding, filling you completely.

His fingers slid under your shirt again, squeezing your tits roughly, thumbs flicking your nipples as he thrust up into you. The mixture of his hands on your tits and the feeling of him deep inside sent your breath spiraling.

“Don’t stop,” you begged, voice trembling.

He didn’t. His hands rolled your nipples between fingers and thumb, pinching harder now, his cock pistoning inside you with relentless, messy force.

You cried out, the pleasure spilling over, burning through your veins as you came hard, muscles clenching around him, squeezing him deep.

He groaned, voice rough as he followed, releasing with a shuddering growl, thick ropes of cum flooding into you, hot and heavy and marking you.

You collapsed against his chest, breath ragged and sweat-slicked skin pressed tight. His hands still kneaded your tits, thumbs flicking the sensitive nipples as he whispered against your ear, “So fucking beautiful when you come.”

You whimpered, lips brushing his neck. “More.”

He laughed low and dark, hips still twitching as he slid one hand down to your dripping folds, fingers slipping inside you to stroke and tease.

“Always more,” he promised, eyes burning with hunger.

You pushed up, grinding back onto his fingers as he sucked your neck, marking you, claiming you.

His hands tangled in your hair, pulling your head back gently so he could look at you. “You like being my messy little slut?”

You nodded breathlessly, lips parting in a needy smile.

He leaned down, capturing your mouth in another deep, possessive kiss before rolling you onto your back. His hands roamed your body like he was memorizing every curve, every inch of wet skin.

He cupped your breasts again, this time bringing them together as he lined his cock up with your mouth. “Show me how much you want it,” he murmured.

You wrapped your lips around the tip, sucking him slowly, tasting yourself on him, the slick warmth mingling with his salt and musk.

He groaned, hips jerking as you deepened the kiss, his cock filling your mouth, hands tangled in your hair to hold you steady.

When he pulled back, his eyes were dark and hungry. “Such a fucking good girl.”

He flipped you back onto your hands and knees, pressing you into the bed as he knelt behind you. His hands gripped your hips hard, spreading your legs wide.

“You’re so wet,” he growled, pressing his cock against your entrance before sliding inside with a slow, deep thrust that stole your breath.

You cried out, his length stretching you open, filling you completely.

His hands slid up to your chest, squeezing your tits roughly, thumbs pinching your nipples as he started pounding into you from behind, messy and relentless.

The slick sounds of your bodies slapping together filled the room, mixing with your cries and his low, filthy growls.

He reached around to cup your face, brushing your hair back as he whispered, “You’re mine, and I’m never letting go.”

You shivered, body trembling as the coil of pleasure built again, thick and wild.

“Come for me, baby,” he urged, voice rough. “Let me fill you up again.”

Your body clenched, muscles spasming as you came hard, hot, and wild.

He followed, releasing deep inside you once more, his breath ragged as he held you close.

You collapsed together, slick and tangled, the mess of cum and sweat marking the proof of your fire.

He kissed your shoulder, voice soft but still thick with want. “You’re perfect. Always.”

You smiled, flushed and trembling. “Yours.”

☆ SUNDAY !

Sunday doesn’t stop staring.

From the moment you straddle him, skirt rucked up around your waist and nothing underneath, his pretty yellow eyes go wide. His tongue darts across his lip as you sink down, slow, letting him feel every second of his thick cock sliding into your soaking heat.

“Ah—fuck,” he gasps, hands trembling against your thighs, grip tightening like he’s scared you might disappear. “You’re… you feel… you’re too good, it’s too much—”

You lean in, planting both hands on his chest, your hips starting a steady grind, slow at first, then with a messy slap that makes both of you gasp. His wings twitch. Delicate, those opalescent wings behind his ears flutter once—like a flicker of his pleasure leaking out without his permission.

You smirk. “You always this sensitive, or is it just me?”

He groans, high and desperate, his hands flying up to cup your hips. “Just you. Fuck, just you. I never—never felt anyone like this—”

Your pussy squeezes around him hard and he shakes.

“God,” he pants, “You’re gonna ruin me.”

You roll your hips in a deep, dragging circle, the sound of your soaked cunt taking his cock again and again filling the air, lewd and obscene. His head falls back against the pillows, neck exposed, flushed and gleaming with sweat.

“You gonna cum already?” you whisper sweetly, nails dragging across his chest, over the silk of his shirt. “Just from me bouncing on it a little?”

“D-Don’t say it like that—!” His hands jerk against your thighs, trying to grip harder, control something, anything, but you keep riding him with that same smooth rhythm, your pace unbothered, steady, cruel.

He bites his lip hard, hips stuttering underneath you. “I can’t—fuck—slow down—I can’t—”

You grab a fistful of his soft silver hair and yank his head up.

His gasp is filthy, his whole body jolting. The wings twitch twice, shivering behind his ears like they’re about to start fluttering full-on.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” you coo, watching the heat bloom across his cheeks. “Good boy.”

A noise slips from his throat—high, broken—and he chokes on his own breath, trying to thrust up into you even as you keep control of the rhythm. His cock twitches deep inside you, so hot and swollen you can feel the desperation in every twitch of his hips.

“I wanna fill you,” he babbles, helpless. “I need to. You’re gonna take it, right? All of it? Let me stuff you full—make you mine—”

You laugh, filthy and delighted, and bounce harder, the lewd sounds of your bodies clapping together echoing around the room.

“Then do it,” you purr. “Breed me, Sunday.”

His eyes flutter back in his head, hands flying to your ass, squeezing hard as his body tenses—

And then the wings behind his ears start flapping.

Not twitching, flapping. Fast, erratic, panicked with pleasure as he cums inside you hard, his breath stalling, mouth open, hips jerking helplessly. Thick warmth spills inside you, pulsing deep as he fills you to the brim.

“Ahhh—oh fuckfuckfuck—!” he whimpers, panting as your pussy keeps milking him through every wave of orgasm. “It’s so good—I’m gonna—gonna—nghh—”

You don’t stop.

Even as he shakes and trembles, you keep moving, rolling your hips slow and mean, making sure every drop stays buried deep inside. His cock twitches again, and he sobs, clinging to you like his life depends on it.

“I can’t—can’t stop cumming—” he gasps, voice thick and wrecked. “Feels too good—too fucking good—!”

You grab his face, tilting it toward you as you ride him into overstimulation.

“Then don’t stop,” you whisper, voice syrup-sweet. “You wanted to fill me, right? Then make sure it sticks.”

He cries out, hands tangled in your skirt, his breath ragged and broken. His wings keep flapping, wild and frantic with every wave of pleasure that wrecks him.

You slow the pace, dragging his cock deep inside with each bounce, making him feel every squeeze of your walls, every slick movement. He’s whining now, legs trembling, face buried in your chest.

“More…” he breathes. “I need more—can’t stop—I wanna do it again, wanna fill you up again—fuckfuckfuck—”

You grin, raking your fingers through his messy hair.

“You really are needy,” you hum. “Cute.”

He looks up at you, face flushed, lips parted, pupils blown wide. “Say it again,” he pleads. “Say I’m yours. Say you want it—want me to breed you again—”

You ride him slow, deliberate, dragging his cock out almost to the tip before sinking back down with a wet, squelching sound that makes you both moan.

“Breed me again, Sunday,” you whisper, voice hot in his ear. “Put another load in me. Ruin me.”

He whimpers.

His cock twitches violently, already hard again despite the mess dripping between your thighs. He grabs your hips and begs— “Pleasepleaseplease, let me, I can, I swear, I’m gonna give you everything—”

You lean down, mouth at his ear, whispering filth while grinding your clit against him.

His wings flutter again, light and frantic, like they’re betraying every desperate, aching feeling he can’t put into words.

You kiss his cheek, sweet and cruel.

“Then give me everything, sweetheart.”

Sunday is panting underneath you, his flushed chest rising and falling fast like he just ran a marathon. His soft white hair sticks to his forehead, his yellow eyes glazed over as he tries to remember how to speak.

You’re still on top, your thighs sticky and sore, cum dripping out of you in slow, hot spurts, but you don’t move. His cock is still buried inside, twitching weakly, too sensitive, too hard again.

His trembling fingers trail up to your hips. You watch him gulp, throat bobbing, his mouth barely working before he blurts out—

“…Are you a porn star or somethin’?”

You blink. Then laugh, hard.

He looks up at you like you’re magic and sin wrapped together, his pretty little wings flapping weakly behind his ears as he stares in complete awe.

“I’m serious,” he breathes, sounding dazed. “That was—that was not normal. No one’s ever—fucked me like that—talked like that—rode me like—like you knew exactly how to break me—”

You smirk, leaning down, your lips brushing over his jaw.

“Poor baby,” you purr, voice like warm syrup. “You thought you could handle it. Thought you could just lie back and breed me like it was gonna be easy.”

He groans like you punched the air out of his lungs.

“You made me—f-fuck, I came so hard I think I blacked out,” he admits, his cheeks bright red. “My legs don’t even work. You milked me.”

Your hips roll again, slow and taunting. He yelps, body jolting underneath you, tears prickling in the corners of his pretty golden eyes.

“You’re still hard,” you whisper, amused, “and you’re still inside. You wanna go again?”

He makes a broken, needy sound in the back of his throat, hands gripping your waist like you’re the only thing tethering him to reality.

“Yes,” he pants. “God, yes. Please, again. I’ll cum again, I swear—I’ll give you so much—I wanna fill you until it leaks out when you walk—‘til I can see it dripping down your thighs—”

His wings twitch harder, that fluttering picking up again. You grab one fistful of his hair and pull, and he moans.

“Such a messy little thing,” you say sweetly. “You like that your cum’s dripping out of me, huh?”

“Yes,” he whimpers.

You clench around him on purpose, just to watch his jaw go slack and his back arch off the sheets.

“That’s why you thought I was a porn star?” you tease, licking along his cheek. “Because no one’s ever let you cum this much?”

“N-No one’s ever—talked like that—fucked like that—”

You start to move again, your pace a little meaner now, riding him slow but deep, messy wet sounds filling the air as another rush of cum spills from between your thighs.

His head falls back, mouth open, eyes fluttering.

“Oh fuck—again—” he gasps. “You’re gonna make me cum again—so fast—ah—ahhh fuck, you’re perfect—”

You lean close to his ear, your voice low and hot.

“Gonna knock me up this time?” you whisper. “Gonna make it take?”

He screams.

His hands dig into your hips, slamming you down onto him as he cums again, hard and fast, stuffing you even fuller than before. His wings beat out of control behind his ears, frantic, like they’re about to lift him off the bed.

“Oh fuck—baby—fuck—it’s so much—!” he moans, sobbing as he pumps you full again. “I can feel it—it’s everywhere—fuckfuckfuck—”

You rock against him gently as he twitches, body shaking under you.

By the time you finally still, both of you ruined and soaking in his cum, he’s just staring up at you. In love. Destroyed. Worshipful.

“…You gotta tell me if this was real,” he whispers, hoarse. “Because if you’re not a porn star, I think I just saw God.”

You grin.

“I’m not a porn star, sweetheart,” you whisper, brushing his hair out of his eyes, “I’m worse.”

And Sunday’s pretty little wings shiver all over again.

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First of all, check this person out, theyre doing the lord's work and second of all pathetic bottom Sunday is so goated

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☆•“Learning your lesson<3 Ft. Alhaitham” ONE SHOT•☆

☆•TW: Before we begin MDNI (Minors do not interact), you are responsible for what you consume, smut, Alhaitham and other characters mentioned might be a bit ooc (I suck at writing dialouge) because i havent even finished the Sumeru quest (I refuse to play genshin until furina reruns), mentions of a j*b, edging, spanking, and brat taming ig.

☆•Note: if this ends up being bad blame it on my lack or knowledge and because Im doing this on a phone and because i didnt proofread this. W/C: 1.8k•☆

☆•Premise: Your boyfriend Alhaitham has recently been very busy with his work at the Sumeru Akademiya which in turn lowered the amount of time you could spend together so you try and fail (Kinda?) to distract him from said work and he in turn teaches you a “Lesson” for trying to distract him.•☆

☆•Note: This is technically a Fem Pov but I did use the pronouns "You" and also have Alhaitham call you by the name(Y/N). And ironically enough im writing this before finishing the Part two for Xiao's fanfic and i'll probably post this before that but anyway. Without a further ado, Ladies and Gents, let's get right into it!! ○(≧▽≦)○•☆

Scratch Scratch, the sound of a quill scratching against paper fills the study of Alhaitham, which is currently full of books, papers everywhere, pens, ink stains, empty mugs and whatnot scattered around the study half haphazardly yet again.

You'd think that a guy like Alhaitham would have an organized space for doing his work but no, thats far from the truth. Everytime you clean that damn bio hazard disguised as a study for Alhaitham to use, by the time you check it the very next day its back to the state it was before.

You've chewed him out and even teased him about it before yet things never change in that study. Speaking of said study Alhaitham is currently sat inside, writing and working nonstop as he has for the past few hours.

Honestly it pisses you off, not because hes working, well it is about the work but it's because everytime he gets work from the Akademiya he puts all his focus into it and dosent stop until said work is finished. Which isn't inherently a bad thing, its just he overwork's himself too much and due to him always working he has no time for you two to spend time together. As a couple. You are his girlfriend after all and the fact that you two never spend time together is chewing at you.

Which is why your now peeking into his study through the half open door, legs pressed tight together as you bite your lip. “Is this really a good idea?” you think.

Earlier the day you met Tighnari, Kaveh and Cyno at Lambad's Tavern to vent to them about your frustrations about how unhappy you are with the current status of your relationship and they got the “Great idea” for you to distract him from work with a bit of.. “teasing” as they like to call it and well.. you agreed to it-i mean you were desperate for some change afterall!.. who wouldn't do what you were about to with the way things are in your relationship huh?! Thats right! No one

Now, how do you plan on distracting him from work? By wearing the two most favorite things he loves to see you in and getting that dick-DISTRACTING HIM FROM WORK!.. Yeah.. distracting him from-work..

And so, you slowly step forward into his study, heels clicking against the floor. What did you wear? Oh nothing really, just his favorite stockings, skirt, and choker of course!

Now that your all dolled up for him its time to make your entrance! He'll definitely have no choice but to pay attention to you! “Haitham..your study is so unkept, tsk tsk tsk” The nickname rolls of your lips as you whine at him, lips pressed tight in a pout as you walk around his study.

That alone is enough to snap him out of his concentration as he looks up at you with tired eyes.. dang, look at those dark circles under his eyes. You almost feel bad for interrupting him. Almost but you have to get that sweet sweet attention!

And so your plan begins, walking around and pretending to help organize his study. Picking up a fallen book to conveniently bend in a way that shows your ass just well enough for him to catch it in his peripheral vision, organizing his shelf so you can go on your toes and let your skirt ride up and show those smooth perfectly legs!

If you were doing this normally and not trying to distract him wearing that, all of this wouldn't be enough to distract him from work, he does afterall appreciate the help, but its the flash of nylon clinging to skin, the swish of a skirt that barley covers your ass when you bend to pick up some scattered papers on the floor, the way you conveniently put yourself in suggestive positions are what he cant deny he likes and that alone help him finally realize what was going on here.

You were trying to distract him from his work to put all his focus on you. And as much as he hates it, it's certainly working.

“Trying to tempt me are we?”

“What?” You look up, feigning innocence as if you didnt purposely wear a short skirt that dosent leave much to the imagination. “I just want to help you out, is there a problem?”

“Spare me your fabrications, one wrong move in that and i can see your whole ass, not that i havent seen it already but tell me. Why?” He replies, setting his quill down to lean back in his chair as his arms cross over his chest.

“Fine fine, you got me. But all I wanted was your attention! Whats so wrong with that huh? Im your girlfriend for Archon's sake! And you've been spending all your time with the work that Akademiya gives to the point that its like you forgot that I exist” You huff, stepping closer.

“Reconsider your intent because this wont succeed” Alhaitham says as he watches you get closer, jaw clenched so hard his blood vessels could pop, eyes narrowed into slits but the flush on cheeks, the obvious tent in his pants and the way his pupils are blown out give out just how much you're really affecting him.

“Really? But your clearly enjoying it..” You coo, leaning over his chair as your hand slide's down his chest, shit. It's so hard and big, better give it a good squeeze before moving to his abs.

but just before your reach his crotch a hand snake's up and grab's your hand. Momentarily shocking you before you pout at him.

"Tch, distracting me for something so silly? You clearly dont know what you've just done"

In the blink of an eye, instead of leaning over his chair, you're now straddling his lap which causes you to let out a short gasp that quickly turns into a louder gasp as his palm connects with your ass.

SLAP-! SLAP-! The sound of his palm hitting your sensitive skin fills the study, alongside your gasps and moan of course.

“Isnt this what you wanted?” SLAP-! “To have my full attention on you?”

“Alhaitham wait i-” SLAP-! that alone is enough for you to forget what you were saying and just moan.

“Wait? For what? You need to be a taught a lesson, and i intend on teaching a very.. thorough lesson.”

You suddenly feel a hand run up to your inner thigh and push your skirt and panties aside (which were lace, his favorite😼), exposing your slick to the cold air of the room. Causing you to gasp and clench your legs.

Alhaitham let's out a groan at the sigh, he's clearly holding back. Especially with the way his dick is rock hard and twitching below you in his pants.

“Tch, you even wore the one i liked most. I must commend you, you actually planned ahead well enough for once.” Just that simple praise feels like winning the lottery, Alhaitham, praising you hell praising anyone? In this day and age? You might just be the luckiest person alive!

And that feeling is only amplified more when his thumb rubs circles on your sensitive clit while his other hand pulls at the choker, not enough to fully cut your air way but enough. Is he trying to kill you? Because at his rate, with the way your moaning and squirming on his lap you just might!

SLAP-! “Stop squirming so much or else i'll stop” this causes you to let out a whine as you force yourself still.

“Dammit Alhaitham why do you have to be so cruel!” You saying, pouting on his lap.

“Cruel? You call this cruel? Well you clearly have no idea what cuel really is but allow me to enlighten you in what cruel really is.” Suddenly Alhaitham lets go of the choker, which slaps against your skin before he shoves a finger into your tight heat, causing you to gasp as you clench around his intruding finger.

Could he be any more rough?!

“Alhaitham..mgh..” You whine, unable to keep your voice down as his finger delve deeper but those noises your making? Well they only get worse when his finger finds your sweet spot which he immediately takes advantage of by adding another finger into your soaping wet cunt.

You swear you just died as his fingers tease and prod at it, causing stars to burst behind your eyes. Dammit, your so close already and you've barley started, shit.

“Gonna cum already? Pathetic.” Ah who cares if its pathetic? As long as you cum its fine! The pace of Alhaitham's fingers moving in and out of you increase, hammering into your sweet spot.

SQUELCH SQUELCH, the sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you quickly fills the room alongside your moans. The heat in your stomach is only getting hotter and your body is only shaking more.

You're so close! Just one more push and-POP-!

The sound of Alhaitham's fingers leaving your wet clenching cunt is like a gunshot at the middle of the night. Why would he stop? Just when your about cum.

“Alhaitham! Why would you stop-i was just about to.. about to cum!” You whine, squirming and panting like a dog in heat.

“Why? You already know the answer to that dont you?" He leans his head down to whisper, breath hot against your ear. “Im cruel. Arent i?”

And scene!

A/N: Im finally done with this after two days of nonstop brainstorming and writing bullshit. Apologies if the ending (or well all of it) isn't all that well cause I actually rushed it a bit because I wanted it done quickly which was an awful idea but im too lazy to fix it.

Also if you were wondering about that part 2 of Xiao's fanfic. Its currently in my dungeon getting ignored until someone begs me to finish it but i'll probably just erase that draft and redo it. Or never do it, in the meantime im gonna make headcanons for genshin boys😼

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☆•Getting caught masturbating to him<3 Ft. Xiao. Part one.•☆ Wc: 750+

Before we begin MDNI (Minors do not interact), smut, Xiao might be a bit ooc, smut, p in v. I might (am) bad at this.

☆•Premise: Uh did you read the title, anyway. Your masturbating to Xiao, a friend of yours in the comfort of your own room until his name slips out if your mouth and what would you know, he actually appears!🫪.•☆

☆•Note: This is straight up smut, I didnt proofread this. Sadly I made this on my phone and first fanfic so if its shit. You know why, this is technically a Fem Pov but I did use the pronouns "You". And without a further ado, ladies and gents lets get right into it.•☆

Schlik Schlick, the wet squelching sounds of your fingers pumping in and out of wet cunt fill your room to the brim.

Look at you, sprawled back first on your bed with your legs spread wide on your bed, one dangling off said bed, your hair fanned across you pillow while your other hand is pulling and twisting at your nipples.

Shit, you can't stop thinking about that idiot all day long! He's constantly in your head and just dosent want to leave!! When you go to Wanmin Restaurant and see 'Almond Tofu' on menu, BAM immediately in your head for the next whole week.

Or when its Lantern right and all you can think of is his beautiful face and the beautiful expression he'll have on said face as he watches over Liyue from afar, wait.. who are you even thinking of again? The one and only Vigilant Yaksha Xiao of course!

You met him while you were being chased by a bunch of hilichurls (Yes Hilichurls and yes you have a vision and yes its pathetic) while you were deep in the forest and thankfully he appeared to save you.

Ever since then you've been somehow, trying and.. succeeding (???) to meet him again and again, slowly you managed to befriend him, albeit through a very, very-very slow process but it was totally worth it! As now all you can think of his him...

Wait is that even a good thing?

Well that dosent matter when you fingering yourself like theres no tomorrow!

The deeper your fingers delve into your wet heat the louder you moan, you just can't help but imagine what it would feel like having the legendary Adeptus plunge his cock deep inside you and fill your womb with his cum!

I mean who wouldnt after seeing that face of his?, His beautiful black hair with its green tips.. or his majestic yellow eyes, or the way his lips press together when hes in deep thought

Ah its happening again!

But still its not enough.. its never enough, and in the heat of the moment you can help but moan his name.. Once, Twice, Thrice?? "Xiao..mgh.. ah-hah.. Xiao, Xiao~" What are you thinking!

You don't even realise what you just said, let alone the consequences of what you just said until you suddenly feel a chill run down your spine

Brrr! Who turned the heater off?.. actually now that you think of it you do feel a pair of eyes on you..

Turning your head towards the side of your bed, eyes half lidded and barley focused ou see a figure.. huh? A short male maybe? Black hair-wait no green? Wait.. hold on.

Squint Squint

And thats when you realize that through the haze of your pleasure you may or may not have called Xiao's name only for him to appear and now hes infront of you.. (well more like infront of your bed) watching as your fingers come to a halt inside of you.

Eyes wide as a blush creeps up on his cheeks, then his whole face, then his ears, then everywhere and you feel your skin getting equally hotter (maybe even more so!) as your eyes widen in shock and embarrassment!

A/N: Decided to leave this on a cliffhanger just because I dont have the motivation to finish it, but I will. Later, someday, i mean i kinda rushed this afterall (T-T). I've had this idea for a long time now and i never really had interest in writing fanfics but after discovering Tumblr i just HAD to do it so here i am!

I actually just realised that the first part saying "Xiao might be a bit ooc, p in v." Dosent even matter cause i didnt get to that point for this lol anyway, if you liked what you read, please consider leaving me a heart! Maybe then i'll make a part two haha (((o(*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)o)))