Your skin bristled as you looked over at a grinning Childe, his eyes shrank much like a cat's as he eyed you from across the Liyue Harbor. You had just stepped off the boat with your captain and your boyfriend had immediately zeroed in on you like a dog smelling a juicy piece of meat. “Ah fuck…”
“What?” Beidou asked turning in the direction you were looking, her face scrunched up before glancing down at you. Even with your less-than-savory reaction, she could see the flush on your cheeks from seeing him. “Ah seems like lover boy is waiting on you, you don’t want to keep him waiting.”
“It’s not that…” You murmur watching Childe’s grin widen and clear his throat, “Whenever I come home he always does something embarrassing to greet me.” He looked around and saw people beginning to stare and gather at the docks, “Last time I got back he somehow managed to snag a bunch of desert foxes from Sumeru to greet me.”
“That sounds…nice.” She seemed to struggle to find an exact answer for that form of greeting,
“They were feral. I had to call both Tinarghi and Kaveh. One to make sure I didn’t get rabies and the other to take the foxes home, I was so pissed.” You snorted shifting on your feet, “I didn’t talk to Childe for a month no matter how many letters he sent me, or how many times he showed up at my house.”
“He’s gathering a band.”
“I’m gonna kill him.”
Your jaw dropped as he somehow managed to gather up a spotlight and began to sing, you wanted to die. “If you want a lover,” he sang grinning like the idiot he is,
“Childe I swear to god-”
“No, no let him continue I wanna see where this goes.”
“I’d do anything you ask me to, and if you want another kind of love. I’ll wear a mask for you.” He winked very dramatically holding out his hand, you vehemently shook your head,
“Don’t you dare?”
“If you want a partner, take my hand.” He urged snickering, “or if you want to strike me down in anger.” He swooned at the thought of leaning against your body, “Here I stand I’m your man.”
“You’re a child is what you are,” You flushed shoving him off your body, watching as the citizens of Liyue began to gather at the scene. You turn to try to get Beidou to save you but your captain had already disappeared probably to watch from somewhere private and laugh at your misery. You wanted to die seeing that somehow Childe managed to get Zhongli wrapped up in his plot as he was the one controlling the spotlight.
“If you want a boxer,”
“You can barely hold your own in a fight against Aether-”
“I will step into the ring for you.” He cooed wrapping you in his arms, and spinning you around you buried your face in his chest. You heard him rumble out a laugh as he continued to serenade you, “And if you want a doctor I’ll examine every inch of you.” He whispered in your ear grabbing a handful of your ass and you choked out a surprised sound.
“Pervert! We’re in public-” You stopped because the look in his eyes said he was about to say something even raunchier,
“If you want a driver, climb inside, or if you want to take me for a ride you know you can, ‘cause I’m your man.” He practically shouted, knocking your hips together with a teasing wink. You heard the citizens grumble in displeasure dispersing back to do their daily business, your entire face was as red as a berry. He pulled away from you holding you at arms length a hand pressed dramatically to his chest, “Ah the moons’ too bright, the chains too tight, the beast won’t go to sleep. I’ve been running through these promises to you that I made and could not keep.” He said the last part in a hushed whisper, your fights with him running through both your heads at those words. You both were busy, with you often being at sea or in Inazuma and him being a harbinger, the idea of which you still struggled to grapple with. You felt him twirl you before pulling you close again, “Ah, but a man never got a woman back not by begging on his knees.” He tossed you aside before dropping to the ground in a dramatic flare that he was always known for,
“Get off the ground-”
“I’d crawl to you, baby and I’d fall at your feet,” He began to do just that crawling to you slowly, on all fours like an animal. His pupils were blown wide with what you assumed to be lust and admiration, “I’d howl at your beauty like a dog in heat.” Childe was at your leg now, his own straddling your boot. You locked eyes with him and he was love drunk the change had you reeling and growing hot he looked so heady and desperate for you. “And I’d claw at your heart, and I’d tear at your sheet, I’d say please…” He practically whimpered out the please and if that didn’t send a shot of heat straight to your core, “Cause I’m your man.” His hands were now gripping the bottom of your shirt pulling tightly panting like a dog. “And if you’ve got to sleep, a moment on the road I will steer for you. If you want to work the streets alone I’ll disappear for you.” He gasped as he felt your hands thread through his hair, “And if you want a father to your child.” Childe hissed through his teeth as you pulled his hair taunt, fire burning in your eyes, “Or only want to walk with me a while across the sand, well I’m your man.” Childe was panting at this point and the spotlight on you disappeared and you could only assume Zhongli had enough of Childe’s antics.
“You’re acting like a desperate whore.” You sneered as moonlight fluttered over the both of you, and Childe let out a heated whine tilting his head into your hand as you stroked his hair. “Do you have more to your song you dirty perverted dog?”
“Ah-” He whimpered while nodding as you dragged him behind one of the small boat houses at the harbor. He crawled almost the entire way there tripping over himself to follow you, “t-the moons too bright, the c-chains too tight-” Childe groaned as you pulled his face closer to your inner thigh, “the beast won’t go to sleep.” He nipped at the bare skin of your thigh and you tsk’ed your tongue,
“Naughty baby.”
“I’ve been running through these promises to y-you that I made and could not keep. AH-” Childe’s body twitched feeling your hand on the pulse point on his neck, “b-but a man never got a woman back not by begging on his knees. I’d crawl to you, baby and I’d fall at your feet. I’d howl at your beauty like a dog in heat.” He began to hump your leg now that you successfully pulled both of you behind one of the buildings. “I’d claw at your heart and tear at your sheets, I’d say please, ‘cause I’m your man.” Childe’s eyes were blown so wide as you looked down at him, you could barely see the ice blue that normally took over his irises. “P-please-” He whined it was long and drawn out he was long past singing at this point,
“Please what Ajax?”
“Kiss me.”
You leaned down taking his flushed cheeks in your hands, his hips bucked against your legs at the slightest contact, “And do you think you deserve a kiss? After embarrassing me in front of my boss?”
If someone were to see his face it would look like he went through all the five stages of grief all at one time. He grasped onto your shirt sitting up on his knees, “Please I’ll do anything d-don’t punish me.”
“Anything huh?”
“Yes. yes! Just please give me one kiss.”
“Fine I’ll give you one kiss, but I get to take control for the next few days. You get me what I want when I want it and do everything I ask without question are we clear?”
“Y-Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Mistress.”
“Good boy.” His whimpers and whines were swallowed by your lips, he always told you that you tasted like the sweetest poison. One that wraps around his taste bubs and slowly seeps into your brain until you can’t see straight. Your lips were addicting but dangerous, you tended to bite and take what you want and Tartagalia would do whatever you wanted in the promise he gets to have all of you.
I'm so sorry for not posting anything for two weeks, I just got busy with school so I couldn't stay on tumblr for too long! I made sure to type every now and then so now I finally finished typing this chapter out! I hope this is long enough to compensate. :'D
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Synopsis:
Your cafe had been getting a few attention from the playable characters, you are glad and feeling happy, but you did not expect for a group of people to be inside of your small cafe. In fact, they looked like they weren't the types to go inside of a cafe just to eat something.
Genshin characters x fem!reader.
Warning: grammatical errors, SPOILERS, inaccurate lore, not proofread, swearing, ooc.
Part: one, two, three, four, five
It was safe to say that both Tighnari and Cyno are okay, however, the fact that they managed to get inside of your cafe is something you are never ready to hear for so you didn't bother to ask any one of them.
"And then aether grabbed paimon like this!"
Cyno, Tighnari, and the others that came from mondstadt watched the floating creature in amusement as she tried her best re-act what her traveler companion did, she even asked you for a cup so she can demonstrate properly.
"I see, did he hurt you? You're not injured, are you?"
Your question made her stop, tilting her head and checking her body for any injury that she can use to make you upset towards the traveler.
"I'm okay." She exclaimed, rather dejectedly as she puff out her cheeks towards her traveling companion.
After that, you looked at the blond, raising an eyebrow when he discreetly avoided eye contact with you. He turned his head towards the door instead as he felt like a scolding incoming from you.
"Go to the counter, kneel, and repent for what you did to the poor paimon, aether." The stern tone on your voice made his body stiff.
He was gonna protest, but as soon as the thought of disobeying your command crossed his mind, made him lost his control over his body, he paled at that fact as his own body move towards the counter, facing the wall as he kneeled down on the floor.
To say that the others are surprised, is a something that you can understand.
You did not expect him to do what you had just said.
"Anyways," you cleared your throat, "What can I get you, good sirs? Table for two? Four? Or separate table from those two?"
Cyno stepped in front, not bothering to ask questions about the sudden teleportation inside of your cafe.
"Table for four."
You nodded your head, guiding them towards the next table beside the four citizen from the city of freedom. Your presence making them tremble on their seat and this didn't go unnoticed by the general mahamatra.
It was chaotic after that, paimon teasing aether was one of the thing you didn't expect that you'll enjoy. Surprisingly, Tighnari liked laing, pinakbet and pancit bihon from the menu, on the other hand, Cyno preferred pork sisig, ginataang gulay, and langka.
When their order are served, you went back to your desk, just beside the sitting aether who is still on the floor, but not kneeling anymore, he's just accompanying you as you read whilst slowly munching on the pandesal with malunggay, partnered with the good ol' kopiko brown.
"Uhm, excuse me." You perked up at the sound of Jean's voice, she sounded so timid and uncomfortable as she tapped the top of the desk to get your attention.
"Yes?" You asked, looking over her and quickly noticing that she's pointing at the menu.
"May I order a take out?" She smiled, albeit a little forceful.
Your expression brightens up, "Of course! What would you like to have?"
She immediately scrambled closer to you as soon as you opened the menu, her eyes scanned the surface with inks, eyebrows furrowed as she think hard on what to take home for her little sister.
"If you're gonna order for Barbara, paimon suggest taking halo-halo or adobong manok for her! If not, you can choose lechon na manok and suman since it taste good too!" The floating creature said as she look over on Jean's shoulder whilst tapping the woman on the shoulder as she says the food recommendation.
"Seems like you know almost everything on the menu." Kaeya said, walking over to the desk with the same smile plastered on his face.
"Not almost, paimon knows everything (name)'s cafe could offer, you know!" She pat her chest, seemingly proud of herself as she smiled broadly towards the captain with a mischievous glint on her eyes.
"And miss (name) approved of that?" Kaeya asks, not willing to back down while putting an emphasis on the word 'miss' to show respect and to silently tell the floating creature to stop being friendly with you.
"Of course she did! Right, (name)?!" Sadly, the little creature couldn't take a hint and continued addressing you with your given name.
While preparing what Jean asked for a take out, you nodded your head to whatever she was saying because frankly, you are quite busy yourself. You agreed with paimon's whims which caused for a silent war to start between her and the cavalry captain.
Both Diluc and Rosaria could only watch from the back as they shoot disappointed glances towards the gorgeous dark skinned man. (He's beautiful, anyone who says otherwise can get the fuck out of this story.)
Cyno and Tighnari watched from their seat as the four citizen from a different nation— mind you, they already know them due to the expedition from a couple of months ago, but refused to acknowledge them— cause a ruckus inside of the cafe, they are still eating, savoring the mouthful flavor of the dishes they had picked from your menu while watching the commotion takes place.
It didn't take long for you to prepare the take out, in just a couple of minutes, you are already handing the paper bags towards the acting grand master.
"Thank you.." Jean trailed off, unsure of what to call you.
"(Name), you can call me (name)." You informed her which made Kaeya and Paimon turn their attention on you.
"Why would you let them call you by your name?"
"Can I also call you that, miss?"
Their outburst came out at the same time, voice loud and clearly competing against with one another, but you didn't bother calming them down, instead..
"Sure, you can call me by name as well." You politely agreed, containing your excitement to yourself.
Kaeya cheered, paimon went slacked against your shoulder.
It was clear who won that silent war between them and it was quite a sight to see the captain cheering to himself as he smirked towards the dejected paimon.
The commotion died down as Jean gave you mora for their meal and for the take out, it was quite cheap, Diluc's words, not yours so he added a pouch of mora towards their payment— he also enjoyed the meal, a lot, that's why he's not scared to spend money to show his appreciation towards your small cafe.
"Please come again!" You called out.
How?
They wanted to ask you, but they knew that you wouldn't be able to answer since they came through the door of Angel's share's cellar after all.
They could only wish to visit your cafe once more, the delicious food you served them made them feel warm and giddy inside which they wish to feel again, if teyvat would allow it.
"See you tomorrow, Cyno! Tighnari!"
Paimon called out, the two of them were the last customer for the evening since Aether will stay by the second floor, he begged asked you if he can stay and he almost took a leap in the air when you agreed.
"Let me show your guys to your room so you can start preparing for sleep as I clean downstairs." You told them as you lead them to their room.
"Can paimon sleep with you?" The floating creature asked, "Paimon wants to give Aether some alone time since he is quite loud when he sleeps."
An embarrassed look cross the blonde's face, silently and glaring menacingly at his traveling companion.
"Of course." You agreed, smiling as Aether tried to swat paimon, but he missed when she floats away, sticking her tongue out while floating beside you.
"This is your room." You told aether as you opened the door and stepped inside with the two of them following, "There are fresh stitched clothes over there, no one has used those yet so you can be the first one to do it."
"The bathroom is over there, there's a shower and a bathtub, warm and cold water are separated just in case, the extra pillows and blankets are inside of that cabinet, feel free to take out some if you're not comfortable with the current ones." After telling him where everything else are, you excused yourself while carrying paimon on your arms.
"You have to wash up too so do it while I'm cleaning downstairs, okay?" You told her, of course, you made sure to tell her where everything are to avoid getting your place ransacked.
Now, after telling paimon to take care of herself and sleep, you took your time placing the chairs on top of tables, upside down, to prevent any dust from accumulating on top of the wooden surface.
You are humming a song that came from your world, light and quiet steps were made as you move around the room, broom and dustpan in hand.
Sweeping, the dusts slowly gathered into the pan and you are more than happy to tap the dustpan against the trash.
You walked inside of the kitchen to take the usual rag you use to wipe the dusts off from the furniture and bookshelves of the cafe, you were busy washing the cloth with soap when you heard the familiar sound coming from the door.
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
Oh? Did you forgot to close and flip the sign of the cafe?
You are not scared, no, of course not. For all you know, you could kill whoever has a malicious intent towards you, it's not a joke for someone to have multiple elements on their grasps after all.
"I'll be there in a minute!" You still called out, despite not knowing if they are a customer or not.
You continued humming, the rag on your hand as you walk out of the kitchen, however, the familiar faces of the people that greeted you made you stop in your track.
"Oh, how are you in this lovely evening?" Pantalone's voice is smooth and deep, almost sounding fancy as he politely greeted you with the business smile he always wore, "I'm quite afraid that me and my.. Companions, are lost, can you give us directions?"
Lies. You thought, you've been here for business and shits.
"I'm so sorry, I'm new to this place as well, I just opened up my cafe a few ago you see." You said, as politely as you could while giving him the same practiced poised smile that you would give to a customer.
You quickly took notice that they lack the two fatui harbingers, Ajax and Pulcinella.
"What a shame." Pantalone commented while his eyes racked the place as he took in the fact that you are closing, "Since this is a cafe, you don't mind us staying for a few drinks and meals, do you?"
At the mention of them ordering, your face brightens up, "Of course not, sir! Let me place down the chairs for each and one of you." You placed the rag on the desk, skimming through the floor and you held your hand out to reach for the chairs, but a voice called out.
"No need." Arlecchino firmly stated, "They can do it."
"Yes?" You blinked, looking towards Dottore and Pierro as they both stepped closer before taking the chairs off the table and actually placed it down on the floor, quite gently.
"No need to be tense, we're just here to have a meal~" A melodic voice came from behind of Capitano and Sandrone, "I'll be sitting next to the Jester!"
You saw Columbina emerged from the two, her seemingly silky and long hair getting dragged against the floor as she took a step closer to the tallest man of the bunch. She sat down beside him, smiling.
"Okay.. How about you, sirs.. And ma'ams..?" You asked the group of people standing on the door.
"I'll separate myself. Another table, please." Sandrone spoke, her eyes staring at you as if she's judging your existence before looking away, quite prideful on her part.
Capitano didn't spoke any word and just waltzed his way towards the Damsellete, he sat down beside her without uttering nor making a sound, only nodding towards you to let you know that your presence has been acknowledged.
You hastily placed the chairs on the floor, unsure if someone else will take a seat on Sandrone's table.
Before any fight or commotion could escalate, you decided to bring them the menu so they can start ordering. You didn't expect for them to sit still and not get into an argument since it was known world wide that the fatui harbingers aren't in good terms with the others.
You're thankful for the peace though.
"Hmm, I don't know how to pronounce any of these.. Mind helping me, beautiful?" Pantalone asked, eyes flickering towards your body from the menu.
You unintentionally let out a squeak, not expecting him, out of all the harbingers to call you.. That.
"Yes, sir." You replied, the same practiced poised smile on your lips as you chant the names of the food from your cafe's menu, eyes never leaving the inked surface as you read the names out loud for the other harbingers.
It took a while since you got a bunch of meals, desserts, pastries, delicacies and beverages thrown into the menu.
"Well then, I'd have bicol express, crispy pata, sinigang na baboy with halo halo." Pierro said, closing the menu on his large hands and placed it on top of table. He ordered a lot, but not as much as paimon's orders.
You quickly jotted it down, eyes focusing onto the sticky notes on your palm as you sweat bullets, feeling the stares of Columbina, Arlecchino, Sandrone and Pantalone on you. You want to ignore their stares and you will do so with all your will power.
".. Adobong pusit, bopis, tapsilog, kopiko brown." Capitano's voice was deep. It sounded so deep and masculine that you ended up flinching on your spot, you have heard that The Captain might have a deep voice, but not this attractively deep.
Shakily jotting it down, you tried to keep the poised smile on your face as you respectfully looked away from him.
"I'll have the palabok, suman, the mango ice candy and.. Ooh, this carbonara sounds nice too~" Columbina cooed, smiling expectantly at you, although, you didn't see it which made her puff out her cheeks.
"Pancit canton, extra big, pancit, pancit bihon, pandesal and black coffee." Dottore said, grinning towards your direction as you raised an eyebrow at his interesting choice of meal for the evening.
You wrote The Doctor's and The Damsellete's orders on your note before hearing another voice from behind you.
"Two leche flan, three order of taho, one order of ginataang bilo-bilo and earl grey tea." Sandrone stated, handing you the menu and sitting properly against her robot's arms whilst ultimately ignoring her colleagues' look of suspicion when her gaze lingered a little longer on you.
"Puto, Bibingka, Kutsinta, Mango Graham Taho? I'll have that, ensaymada, pan de coco, pichi-pichi, and black coffee." Arlecchino's orders are all sweets but manages to balance it out with the coffee as her drink, you could only write her orders down on the note along with Sandrone's.
"Lechon kawali, inihaw na liempo and tinola, this one looks like it would bring warmth onto my stomach, I'm quite famished so I need its broth, would you mind that?" Pantalone asked, tapping his gloved finger against the wooden surface of the table as he smiled at you.
"No, sir." You replied, eyes focused on the note as you jot down his orders.
"Oh, and please add any drink that you think would go perfectly with my meal." Another smile offered on your way yet got ignore due to your eyes never leaving the piece of sticky paper.
"Of course, sir." Again, another polite response, "Would that be all for you good sirs and ma'ams?"
There was a series a of yes and grunts to answer your question before you hurriedly made your way over to the kitchen and closed the door as soon as you stepped inside. You leaned against the back of the door, heart beat racing and breath hitching at the back of your throat.
Why is the fatui harbingers on your cafe?
You could only silently hope for Aether and Paimon to be quiet upstairs, taking a well-deserved rest instead of going downstairs to check up on you. You don't want them to meet the harbingers yet, especially when the traveler hasn't meet any one of them except for Tartaglia and Signora.
For now, you need to start working on the meals, desserts and beverages from the harbingers if you want to see another day in teyvat.
You could only hope for the best outcome of this situation, you wouldn't like to resort to violence after all.
An Alhaitham x Reader one-shot series, this time featuring Kaveh...
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Summary: Alhaitham left you in tears, angry, both physically and emotionally hurt beyond words. While traveling to Port Ormos on a mission from the sages he has put you under the care of his roommate Kaveh, who ends up taking your consolation into his own hands...
Word Count: 9.4k
Part 1
Part 2 (smut)
Part 3 (big smut)
MINORS DNI!!! SMUT BELOW THE CUT!!
Tags include: References to sexual violence, sex/oral sex
“Grrr, that BASTARD!” You exclaimed furiously as you slammed the door to Alhaitham’s room shut. You were covered in bruises, aching all over, and completely naked beneath the sheet you had just stripped from his bed.
The sheer audacity that man had to think he could contain you inside his own home. To rope his roommate into holding you here against your will. It made you so furious you were practically seeing red.
You glanced around Alhaitham’s spacious bedroom – the huge bed, towering bookshelves and the wardrobe cabinets that lined the walls, with stained glass windows on the other side. It was luxurious – everything in his damned house was luxurious, thanks to the hefty salary he earned from the simple work as a Scribe. You only seethed further as you thought about him.
You looked down at your dirty body, stained with the hickeys and bite marks he had left and covered in his cum, and you only grew more angry.
Unwrapping the sheet from your body, you discarded it in the corner of his room before walking to the bathroom. The extravagant tiled floors and high ceilings of the ensuite oozed opulence. It was also spacious – more spacious than any other bathroom in his house.
Your eyes were immediately drawn to the ornate bathtub at the far wall – it was beautiful, made of colorful stained glass that matched the decor of the house.
A bath sounded simply wonderful after everything you had been through. You wasted no time at all as you beelined for the tub and began to run the water.
As the tub slowly filled up, you glanced around at the marble countertops that held various bottles of soaps, serums, and perfumes. You picked out the most expensive and rare-looking ones, deciding that you should make good use of his things while you were stuck inside his house.
You walked over and poured the entire contents of one bottle into the tub, watching the stream of water turn it into a thick layer of bubbles. Then, you opened a second bottle and began to pour it as well. As the tub filled up, you dipped your toes into the hot water before slowly slipping in and settling down with a loud sigh. The heat was soothing, a much needed therapy after such an intense day.
You didn’t realize how sore your body was until your muscles began to relax. Your limbs ached as you ran your hands over your skin, washing away the sweat and dirt. It felt amazing – opening yet another bottle, you poured its contents into the bath as well. The various soaps mixed together in the hot water and filled the room with a soothing smell.
You soaked in the bath until your fingers became wrinkled, rinsing your hair out one final time before stepping out of the now-lukewarm water.
You wrapped one of Alhaitham’s large fluffy towels around you, walking out to the bedroom only to realize you didn’t have any clothes.
Sighing, you began to look through Alhaitham’s wardrobe for something to wear. You pulled out one of his sleeveless shirts, lips curling downwards as you felt the sheer mesh material. You continued to rummage through his clothes until you found a soft-looking shirt.
You slipped into the oversized shirt, drying your hair off with the towel before dropping it onto the floor with the dirty sheet. Turning towards the bed, you realized you should probably make it since you had no intention of leaving the room and facing Kaveh in the living area outside.
So, you rummaged through the cabinets once again for clean sheets, bringing them over to the bed only to see the completely ruined dancing outfit Nilou had lent you earlier that day.
Suddenly, you were fuming again.
How dare Alhaitham do that to such a beautiful outfit.
Throwing the bedding down on the mattress, you turned to face the wall covered in books.
You knew Alhaitham kept his books meticulously ordered. He followed the damn dewey decimal system, and it infuriated you. Everyone else simply arranged their personal collections alphabetically or by author, but this bastard just had to use the same system as the house of Daena.
‘Well, I can do something about that.’
You began to pull the books from the shelves, shuffling them around randomly. At the top, you took a couple books and spelled out ‘f u c k y o u’ with the first letter of their titles.
Once you were certain there was no remnant of the horrendous ordering system Alhaitham used to use, you stepped back and nodded smugly to yourself.
“Alright, back to making the bed.”
You began to pull the sheets over the mattress, making the bed so you could sleep comfortably. Before getting into bed, you pulled a random book from your shelf, knowing that some reading would certainly lull you to sleep.
As you slipped under the covers and opened the book, your eyelids quickly became heavy. You were exhausted – the lunch-date in the city, the dancing with Nilou, the… whatever it was that you had with Alhaitham. It had all drained your energy, and you quickly found yourself setting down the book to close your eyes, shutting off the lamp at your bedside.
However, sleep just didn’t seem to come.
You began to toss and turn in the bed, too much going through your mind. You were still angry – hurt, even – from what Alhaitham had done to you. After everything you had been through, after all these years of being hot-blooded rivals who fought tooth and nail just to 1-up the other, to end up humiliated and fucked-out by him was infuriating. And the fact that you loved it made you feel even worse. Were you truly mad that you allowed yourself to be ruined by Alhaitham, or were you only mad that he had the audacity to leave you and trap him here right after?
You couldn’t sleep.
Not with this much anger that simmered inside you.
As you laid there, the anger only seemed to build and build until it reached the breaking point.
“UGH!” You screamed, sitting up as you threw your pillow across the room. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck YOU!”
You began to grab things blindly from the nightstand, hurling them madly across the room.
“I HATE YOU!” Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you grabbed the lamp from the nightstand, throwing it against the wall with a crash.
You felt the sting of a cut on your palm, but ignored it – along with the deep ache in the rest of your body. You were just too angry.
With nothing left on the nightstand to throw, you merely curled up in a ball on the sheets, a sob wracking your body.
“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?” Kaveh’s voice came from outside the door. “I heard something shatter.”
“Go away.” You sobbed.
“You don’t sound alright…” You heard the door creak open as Kaveh walked in and turned the lights on, but you didn’t move from where you sat at the edge of the bed.
“Archons, what happened in here?” Kaveh stared at the random books and miscellaneous items strewn across the room, that you had thrown only moments ago.
You merely sniffled, trying to ignore Kaveh in hopes that he would simply give up and leave.
However, the Architect’s eyes were quickly drawn to the crimson splotches on the sheets below you. It was dripping from one of your hands.
“You’re hurt.” He hurried over to you, kneeling down in front of the bed and reaching for your bleeding hand.
You let out a ‘tch’ as Kaveh gently opened your hand, straining the cut on your palm and sending pain shooting through your nerves.
“Let me get a first aid kit.” Kaveh stood up, his shoes clacking against the polished wood as he ran out of the room to get his briefcase that he left in the living room.
Mere moments later, he was kneeling in front of you, pouring salve onto the open wound and carefully wrapping it up. He tried his best to ignore the tears that streamed freely down your face as he did this, reminding himself over and over that what had just happened between you and Alhaitham was strictly none of his business.
He finished wrapping the bandages around your hand, taping the end down gently to secure them.
“There.” He sat back on his heels. “All done.”
Kaveh placed the first aid items back into his briefcase, latching it shut. He glanced up at your face for a moment, noticing your unfocused stare at the far wall and the tears that continued to drip from your cheeks.
“I’ll uhm… Get going now.” Kaveh began to stand up, but was stopped by a hand that flew out to catch his wrist.
He paused, turning his attention back towards you.
“Why…” you murmured, “Why am I so angry?”
Kaveh paused.
“Alhaitham hurt you.”
Your eyes suddenly focused again, fixating on Kaveh’s face.
“I…” Your lip quivered as your words fell short.
“I’m sorry.” Kaveh spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
The blonde leaned over, pulling you into a tight hug. The action felt reflexive… almost instinctual. Kaveh just wanted to comfort you. He could see the fresh bruises forming on your neck, the bite-marks that peeked over the collar of your shirt, the cut on your lips that was beginning to scab. His eyes flitted downward for a second, catching a glimpse of the large bruises that covered your thighs.
He couldn’t believe Alhaitham treated you so poorly; the marks on your body looked painful. You were beautiful, intelligent, and deserved to be cherished – Kaveh wanted to scold Alhaitham as soon as he returned.
Since he had lived with the scribe for a couple of months now, he knew fully how horrible Alhaitham could be… Yet at the same time, his words echoed in Kaveh’s head.
‘I’m entrusting her to you.’
Kaveh wondered what Alhaitham’s true intentions were… But his attention was brought back to reality as you began to speak.
“Kaveh…” You murmured.
“Yes?” He asked, pulling away from the hug.
“Will you lay down to sleep with me?”
“It-” Kaveh paused as he looked into your teary eyes. He was about to tell you that it would be inappropriate for a man to sleep with a woman like this, especially one wearing what seemed to be only a shirt and nothing else, and covered in the marks and bruises left by another man.
However, in this moment, he realized you needed him. You needed someone to give you the kindness and love that Alhaitham didn’t give – that Alhaitham couldn’t give.
As Kaveh’s heart simmered with indignation at the Scribe’s unfair treatment of you, he finally finished his sentence.
“If it will help you sleep, then of course I will.”
The blonde moved slowly, slipping himself under the covers beside you. He tried his best not to feel awkward as you slid across the bed and closer to him, but he couldn’t suppress the shudder as you wrapped one arm around his torso and nestled your face into his chest.
Kaveh could swear his heart was trying to beat out of his chest as he felt you sigh against him; he hoped you couldn’t hear it as you rested your forehead against his chest. He took a deep breath, recognizing the scent of Alhaitham’s soap on your still-damp hair.
The architect finally began to relax as he pushed his work for the day out of his mind, resolving to get it done the next day. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the warmth and proximity to you.
He felt you shift in bed, but thought nothing of it… you were certainly sore so he assumed you were simply trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in.
That was, until he felt your lips press softly against his.
Kaveh’s eyes flew open as his breath fell still in his lungs – why were you kissing him?
As much as he wanted to hold still, to wind his fingers into your hair and pull you to deepen the kiss, he simply couldn’t. He felt too guilty – after what Alhaitham had done to you, while you were in a relationship with Nilou, he couldn’t bear to take advantage of you as well.
Kaveh pulled back, his eyes flitting across your face. It was dark in the bedroom so he could barely make out the outline of your expressions.
“What are you doing?”
“Please, Kaveh.” You murmured, your voice trembling. “I need you.”
“But- you’re in a relationship…” He trailed off, his eyes continuing to analyze what little he could see of your face in the darkness.
“I’m not.” You responded flatly. “Why do both you and that bastard think I am?”
“You’re… not?” Kaveh muttered.
He suddenly felt ashamed – he was the one who saw you and Nilou at the Grand Bazaar, and assumed the worst. He was the one who told Alhaitham, and now Kaveh’s thoughts began to spiral as he wondered if he inadvertently caused the argument between the two of you.
“If you’re wondering about Nilou, she’s my best friend. I don’t know why anyone would assume we were in a relationship.” You sighed, thinking back on that outfit Alhaitham had destroyed, growing upset once again. “And I’m… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you without asking. I’m just desperate to feel loved… after everything that happened.”
“You deserve to feel loved.” Kaveh spoke softly, running one hand through your soft hair. “You’re beautiful. You’re smart. You’re kind. What isn’t there to love about you?”
“Then…” You murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “Will you fuck me like you love me?”
Kaveh’s eyes widened in shock.
“Wait, are you sure-”
“You don’t have to actually love me. You can just pretend you do.” You murmured, sliding one hand along the curve of his waist.
“I…” Kaveh murmured, his heart continuing to race as he felt your hands on his body. “I’d like to take you on a date first. To learn more about you. To build that kind of trust between us… before doing anything intimate like this.”
“But… we’ve already been intimate, haven’t we?” You mused, trailing a finger up his shoulder.
“Well- we have, however that was under much different circumstances-”
“So, don’t you trust me?” You asked, bringing your face closer to his once again.
As Kaveh felt his lips brush against yours, he cursed the Archons for making him feel this way… It was like you were begging him to ravage you.
“I- I do trust you.” Kaveh murmured. “But are you sure you want to do this…?”
“I am.”
As the words left your lips, Kaveh pressed his against your own. Your hands gripped his waist tightly, pulling him closer to you as you deepened the kiss. You became hungry, desperate for the intimacy that Alhaitham had ruined for you.
Kaveh’s kiss was soft, tender, and passionate. It was nothing like the aggressive ones you had earlier that evening. The architect’s hands began to roam over your body, running through your hair, down your back, sliding across the curve of your waist.
His lips parted from yours to travel down, laying feather-light kisses along your neck and collarbone, over top the dark purplish marks that marred your skin. He then pulled back, staring at your flushed face.
“You’re beautiful.” Kaveh murmured, tracing his thumb over your cheek as he held your face gently.
Kaveh continued to pepper you with kisses, the tender gestures sending heat rushing into your abdomen; he treated you with such delicacy and care, it was as though he believed you were made of glass. He was so gentle as he kissed and nipped at your skin that it slowly began to frustrate you.
“Kaveh, please.” You spoke, your hands latching around the narrowest part of his waist as you shifted in bed. You pushed Kaveh onto his back, and you lifted one leg over so you were now straddling him on the bed.
Kaveh thought you looked angelic – your face flushed, the oversized t-shirt hanging off of one shoulder, the dreamy look in your eyes as you stared down at him.
“I want you.”
Your voice was something between a sigh and a purr as you rocked your hips ever-so-slightly. Kaveh faltered as he felt you press against his clothed member, embarrassed that he was already becoming hard. You could feel the shape of his erection against your crotch; you slid forward, unaware that you were leaving a smear of slick along the front of his pants.
“Ahn,” Kaveh groaned from the pleasurable friction, trying his best to restrain himself. “Are you sure you want to keep doing this? You’re hurt.”
“How many times do I have to ask you for it,” You whined, “I want to fuck you… No, I want to make love with you.”
“Hahh, Y/N…” Kaveh sighed. “I want that too.”
That was all the indication you needed – you shifted your hips off of his lap as your fingers worked deftly to unbuckle his pants and free his rapidly stiffening member. Kaveh let out a faint “tch” as you wrapped your hand around it, working far more deliberately and deftly than you had the last time you did this to him.
As your warm lips wrapped around the head of his dick, Kaveh quivered with pleasure; he was instantly hard.
“Hnn, Y/N~” He sighed as you pushed more of him into your mouth. You began to bob your head, relishing the curves and edges of his cock. You relished the sounds he made as you pleasured him; the way he let out the slightest moan sent heat rushing into your core.
Kaveh was stunned at how eagerly you seemed to devour him. This didn’t seem like lovemaking at all; you seemed hungry, unsatiated, desperate for him. He sighed, realizing you likely never learnt what it truly meant to make love, after your first sexual experience being under the influence of an aphrodisiac and your second being the hellish hate-sex that Kaveh heard through the ceiling earlier.
The blonde reached his hands down to your head, tucking a piece of your hair back before running his fingers through it. He began to lift your head, urging you to stop your ministrations.
“Here.” He murmured, “Let me please you instead.”
“O-okay.” You nodded, unsure of what to do as you sat back on your heels. Kaveh guided you over, and you laid down on your back as his fingers hooked under the hem of your shirt to lift it over your hips.
His hands graced over your legs, guiding them open gently as he settled between them. His hand pressed a little harder against one spot and made you wince. Kaveh immediately withdrew his hand, glancing at where he had touched you, realizing just how hurt you were. He could see the painful-looking bruises that mottled your thighs, some of them in the shape of handprints. Kaveh seethed; how dare Alhaitham hurt you like this.
“I’d never treat a work of art so carelessly,” Kaveh murmured, dipping his head down. He left feather-light kisses along your legs, each one covering another bruise and bite-mark from Alhaitham. As Kaveh neared your core, he picked his head back up.
“Let me know if I’m hurting you, even in the slightest.”
You nodded, and Kaveh took this as your acknowledgement. He dipped his head back down, his breath fanning over your exposed heat and making you hold your breath with anticipation.
The wet heat of Kaveh’s tongue covered your eager folds, his lips settling around your clit. Kaveh began to suck and lap at your sensitive bud, his movements slowly growing in intensity as you sighed with pleasure.
His hands ran over the dip of your hips, gently gracing over the bruised skin, sending shivers through your body. As his tongue swirled around your clit, his lips working in unison to send pleasure and heat like fire through your core, you moaned in delight.
“Ngh, Kaveh~”
His nipping and lapping grew more vigorous, slurping noises filling the room. His tongue dipped down momentarily, pushing into your leaking entrance, and Kaveh relished the taste of your slippery arousal on his tongue. You sighed as you constricted around his tongue and raised your legs up to wrap around his head.
The blonde brought a hand down, ever-so-gently pushing a finger into you. He was careful not to hurt you; he moved slowly, pushing it in all the way before beginning to steadily pump it in and out of you.
Your sighs turned into pants as you felt your orgasm begin to build; Kaveh’s movements were tender yet deliberate, as if he were soothing your body while stimulating it.
Kaveh began to nip more eagerly at your swelling clit. He added another finger slowly, pushing it in carefully so you wouldn’t feel any pain from the stretch.
All you could feel was pleasure as Kaveh pressed the pads of his fingertips into your gummy walls; the dual-motion on your clit and inside your pussy pushed you faster and faster to climax.
As he heard your moans grow in intensity, he picked up his pace, eager to draw your orgasm out of you. The lewd noises of his lips grew louder as his fingers pumped faster.
And finally, with a shaky sigh, you were finally pushed over the edge as you convulsed around Kaveh’s fingers. His movements slowed but didn’t stop, steadily prolonging your climax. Your legs relaxed, falling from where they were latched around his head.
As you came down from your high, Kaveh withdrew his fingers from you, dipping his tongue down to scoop up the slick that had pooled in your entrance. He lifted his head, putting both fingers into his mouth as well, licking your arousal off of them.
You stared up at Kaveh with a lust-filled gaze. You weren’t sated – at least, not yet.
As Kaveh sat back on his heels and pulled off his shirt, you stared at his dick; for such a lewd body part, it seemed beautiful. You loved how his pale shaft curved slightly, meeting the blushing tip that stood upright in the air.
“Are you okay to continue?” Kaveh asked.
“Yes. Please.” You murmured, staring up into his amber-bronze eyes.
Kaveh reached over you and towards the nightstand, opening the drawer to rummage through it. He withdrew a small foil square, returning to his seat between your legs as he tore it open with his teeth.
“Wait.” You spoke, and Kaveh froze in place. His eyes flitted over you, searching for a reason why you’d want to stop. However, what came out of your mouth next made his eyes go wide.
“That asshole had condoms all along?!”
“He didn’t use one?!” Kaveh exclaimed in disbelief.
“No,” You shook your head.
“That bastard!” Kaveh groaned. “Does he have no sense of respect?!”
“I just want to forget about him.” You sighed, staring off to the side.
“Here.” Kaveh leaned over you, his lips hovering over yours. “Let me help.”
Capturing your lips with his, Kaveh rolled the condom over his shaft and lined himself up with your entrance.
You sighed into the kiss as you felt Kaveh’s tip press into you. He moved slowly, bringing a second hand up to stroke your hair and distract you from any discomfort. His lips worked down your jaw and neck, laying a delicate peck on each mark left by Alhaitham.
Kaveh began to move slowly, staring down intently at you for any indication of pain. His penetration did hurt – but you wanted it so badly, no soreness left behind by Alhaitham could deter you. Kaveh’s hips moved smoothly, slowly picking up his pace, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he continued.
“You’re so beautiful.” Kaveh murmured as he continued to rock into you. He relished the way you sighed from the pleasure. He held a steady pace, thrusting into you rhythmically, focusing more on your pleasure than his own.
“Faster.” You whispered, your breath tickling Kaveh’s ears.
“A-are you sure?” Kaveh asked, knowing that you were most certainly still hurt from what Alhaitham had done.
“Please, Kaveh.” Your voice came out more like a whine than a question, and the blonde immediately began to pick up his pace.
Kaveh was careful; he knew you were bruised, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you – he had no idea you actually enjoyed it. He began to thrust faster, refusing to fully bottom out, having seen the dark purple bruises that covered your inner thighs and ass.
“More, please,” You moaned, desperate to feel all of him.
Kaveh obliged; he began to push into you faster, his hips gently meeting your ass at the bottom of each thrust. You let out a breathy moan from the friction and pressure of his dick inside of you.
“Harder.” You murmured, and Kaveh began to grow worried about you.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Kaveh responded, his voice airy as he continued his movements.
“Hurt me, Kaveh.”
Kaveh’s eyes widened ever-so-slightly as he realized what you meant. He didn’t know how to feel about hurting a woman like this; but you wanted it. You asked him for it.
And so, Kaveh began to pound into you, his hips slapping against the plush of your ass as he filled you over and over with his cock. Pants began to fill the room from Kaveh’s exertion and the pleasure that began to fill your body.
Through the rapid and forceful thrusts, Kaveh could feel your walls tighten around him. He stared down at your face and realized it was contorted with pleasure. You loved this feeling, even though Kaveh knew you were in pain at the same time.
“Yes,” You panted, your eyes rolling back in your head.
Kaveh grunted as his hips snapped against yours, realizing that at this pace, he would cum too soon. The way you seemed to relish this feeling only turned him on even further.
“Archons, Y/N-” Kaveh murmured, squeezing his eyes shut as he continued to pound into you. His abs flexed with each thrust, his muscles quickly growing fatigued from the relentless pace you demanded of him.
The coil in your stomach began to tighten faster and faster, your legs instinctually moving up to wrap around his waist. This gave Kaveh greater access to your core, and allowed him to thrust even deeper into your desperate pussy.
“Kaveh, I’m- I’m gonna-” You whined, the coil building far too fast now, Kaveh’s thrusts pushing you over the edge.
You cried, convulsing around his cock, your legs shaking as Kaveh continued to pound into you. Kaveh’s pants began to turn into groans as he felt you constrict violently around him, as if you were trying to strangle his dick with your walls.
Now that you came, Kaveh couldn’t hold it back anymore. He quickly came after you, shooting his load into the condom as his thrusts finally stilled.
Now, the room was filled only with the steadily slowing pants of the both of you. Kaveh leaned down once more to lay a gentle kiss to your forehead, one hand stroking your cheek. You unwound your legs from where they were wrapped around his waist, allowing him to withdraw from him. Kaveh began to sit up, but your hands flew up to his shoulders to hold him still.
“Can we… keep going?”
“Huh?” Kaveh asked, surprised. He’d never come across a partner who wanted to keep going.
“Please.” You begged, suddenly shifting your weight to roll Kaveh over, landing the blonde on his back as you began to straddle him.
“Ngh, wait,” Kaveh blurted out, shocked.
You didn’t stop, however, as you lowered your swollen lips onto Kaveh’s half-hard cock, running it up and down his length as you rolled your hips.
Kaveh was far too hard far too soon after cumming. He stared up at your angelic body, relishing the gaze of lust you were giving him.
“Wait, first you have to change the co- Ngh!”
Kaveh’s eyes rolled back as you quickly settled on top of his dick, sheathing it fully inside your soaked cavern. It sent so much pleasure shooting through his body that it bordered on pain, forcing the blonde to squeeze his eyes shut.
You quickly began to ride Kaveh, slamming yourself down on him over and over. Your arousal dripped from you freely, turning the slapping sounds louder and wetter than before as you began to coat the base of his shaft and his lower stomach with slick.
Kaveh’s hands flew up to your waist, not to control your movements, but because he simply needed something to hold onto as pleasure surged like fire through his body.
You chased the high faster and faster, ignoring the burn of fatigue in your legs and the painful soreness as you landed on your bruised ass over and over. You were desperate, filling yourself with Kaveh’s dick over and over, your breasts bouncing in the air as you moved over and over.
Kaveh opened his eyes to see how desperately you were ravishing him, staring at your body as you used him.
“Archons, Y/N, what are you doing to me?” Kaveh groaned.
You didn’t know.
You were just trying to cum.
But why… why were you doing this?
You’d never truly felt loved in this way before, resorting to the mindless chase of pleasure and forgetting that you were overstimulating the person trying to make love to you. Far too many emotions rushed forward at once, forcing tears to well up in your eyes.
Both you and Kaveh had feelings emerge that you’ve never had to deal with before. Kaveh merely wanted to love and care for you, and didn’t realize just how warped your sense of love and pleasure was. He realized this was most likely because of how Alhaitham treated you… not just today, but how he’d treated you since the two of you first met.
As Kaveh saw a droplet trail down your cheek while you continued to ride him, he couldn’t hold it in anymore either, and began to cry as well – from the overstimulation, the way you seemed so desperate, the feelings he felt that were far too intense…
Your bouncing became erratic as you pushed yourself closer and closer to your climax, the tension in your abdomen building and building until you came with a pathetic cry.
You finally fell still. Settling on top of Kaveh as your pussy convulsed around him, you threw your head back as you fell fully into your orgasm.
“Fu~ck…” Kaveh choked out, his chest shaking as he sobbed. The tears freely streamed down his face. He was overwhelmed by pleasure and his feelings at the same time; it was far too much for him to deal with.
You fell forward, coming to rest on top of Kaveh’s chest. A choked sob escaped your lips. The both of you were now crying, and Kaveh wrapped his arms around you as he cried. His hands moved from your back, to your hair, to your cheeks, to your waist, roaming around your body in search of comfort.
You didn’t understand.
You made love, you came, you enjoyed it. Yet why were you still so angry about Alhaitham?
The way he treated you earlier. No, the way he’d always treated you. Why did it upset you so much? You shouldn’t even care about him. At least, not with another man’s dick inside of you.
You were overwhelmed.
However, after everything that happened, you were far too exhausted. The heavy veil of sleep quickly settled over you as you relaxed into Kaveh’s warm embrace.
Kaveh noticed your sobs had turned into steady sighs, and craned his neck to look at your face. You seemed to be peacefully asleep – somehow passing out like a light.
He moved carefully, shifting himself off of you as he slowly pulled himself out of you. Even though he didn’t cum a second time, he was soft anyway – his emotions were just too overwhelming for him to continue to be turned on.
Kaveh slipped out of bed, tying off and discarding the condom before heading into the bathroom to grab a towel to clean you up.
He was a gentleman, after all, and would never skip the necessary aftercare.
~~~
You sighed, your body shifting under the covers, enjoying the relaxing warmth of your bed.
As you slowly emerged from unconsciousness, you had the stark realization that this wasn’t your small bed in your tiny Sumeru city apartment. You were inside Alhaitham’s spacious bedroom, surrounded by walls of books and beautiful stained glass windows.
There was a shifting behind you, a warm breath against your shoulder, and you realized someone was behind you. Thinking for a moment that it was Alhaitham, your heart stilled in your chest as you whipped your head around.
At the glimpse of messy blonde hair, you realized it was just Kaveh.
He had been holding onto you tightly, his arms wrapped around your waist and his face nuzzled into your neck. As you slowly withdrew from him, you realized how serene he was. It was tempting to settle back down, to enjoy his embrace, to fall back asleep in his arms.
However, the previous day’s events haunted you. Alhaitham had left for port Ormos without you on a mission that the sages gave him and not you.
The hot fury of indignation filled you, and now you were suddenly completely awake.
You couldn’t handle it anymore. You needed to go after him, to go to port Ormos, even though the mission strictly wasn’t yours.
You carefully slipped out of Kaveh’s embrace, watching silently as the blonde shifted in bed from your absence and then settled back into a deep sleep. You left the room, quietly shutting the door behind you, to grab your things and prepare to leave as soon as possible.
You rummaged through your suitcase, pulling on your clothes, throwing things into your bag. There was no time to waste – Alhaitham had a large head start.
As you tip-toed through the front foyer, you tried the front door, only to realize that it was locked from the inside as well as the outside.
“Dammit.” You muttered to yourself. “Of course they’d try to lock me in.”
You shook your head, stepping back and staring at the door, only to realize half of it was covered in stained glass. Very expensive, but very breakable stained glass.
With a jump and a kick, you had broken through the window and tumbled onto the front steps outside. The sound was loud and grated your ears, but you looked around at the streets outside and nobody seemed to be around to notice anything – it was still very early in the morning.
You stood up and dusted yourself off, then looked back at the front doors. It was a shame that you had ruined such beautiful stained glass, but Alhaitham had more than enough money to replace it.
You turned back around, beginning to jog down the stairs and the road at the bottom. The journey to port Ormos was long, and you needed to make it in good time.
~~~
As Kaveh heard the shattering of glass, he sat straight up in bed. He glanced around the room and quickly realized you were nowhere to be seen – save for the neatly penned note left on the pillow beside him.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he blinked as he read the note.
‘I’m sorry, I can’t stay here anymore. Enjoy the last padisarah pudding for me. I left it in the fridge.’
The amount of Filipino I have found thirsting over this post— I COULD NEVER HAHAHA, but all of you made me happy with the comments, thank you so much for that, also, I'm so sorry for not updating this series for days, I've been so busy with my school works so I made this extra long to make it up with you guys!
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Synopsis:
A month had passed ever since you woke up in the world of genshin impact, a lot had happened and you have met few of the playable characters from the game, your daily life had changed along with your routine. Meeting the archons had enabled you from being shock anymore, however, a new fact about your cafe had upset and startled aether.
Genshin characters x fem!reader.
Warning: grammatical errors, SPOILERS, swearing, not proofread.
Part: one, two, three, four, five
It was six in evening, the sky are almost dark and the people are slowly filling the streets to buy their dinner from the food stalls around them, however, a certain household has yet to ready themselves for a meal.
"My lord, milady just got back." Thoma informed the Yashiro Commissioner as soon as he walked through the door, he was carrying a plastic bag with a couple boba tea inside.
"Did she?" Was the reply he got from the man doing paperwork behind the desk, "How was her trip on her way back?"
Thoma smiled and he opened his mouth to answer but the door slammed opened, startling both him and ayato.
"Brother! Let's go out and eat!" Ayaka's voice echoed and strangely enough, her eyes looked so determined as she looked at the two of them.
Which lead to the three of them walking towards Kiminami restaurant, Ayaka wouldn't stop looking around as they walk down the street resulting for Ayato to furrow his eyebrows in worry.
"What seems to be bothering you, Ayaka?" He finally spoke.
Thoma went ahead the two of them and as a kind and caring retainer of the Kamisato sibling, he graciously slide the door open for the two of them.
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
"It's nothing.. A birdie told me that they saw the traveler around here so I thought he will be her.." Ayaka trailed off, her eyes widening when she was the unfamiliar interior of restaurant they walked into.
"Welcome to cotea cafe!"
The three of them watched with wide eyes as you walk around the counter to greet them by the door, you're quite confused to see them in your cafe because the three of them are supposed to be all the way in Inazuma and your cafe was built in Qingxu pool.
"Thoma.. Aren't we supposed to be in Kiminami restaurant?" Ayato asked, his voice passive and low as he glance towards your direction.
"Y-yes, my lord.." The man questioned replied in a confused manner as he look at your smiling face before looking at Ayaka's flustered expression.
Ayato seem to notice Ayaka's expression as well because he was quick to pull his sister back to his side, he gave you his signature business smile with his eyes scanning your whole being for any suspicious sign, but unfortunately, he found none.
"Can we get a table for three?" He asked, his lips still holding the business smile he has.
You nodded your head and gestured for them to walk further into the room, "Please come this way."
The three of them walked and followed behind her, although, Ayaka stayed silent for the whole time, her knees trembling and her face is flushed as Ayato assisted her to her seat.
Thoma and Ayato couldn't help but worry, but she waved them off when she sensed that they are about ask her if she's alright.
"Can we ask what kind of dishes are you serving?" She sweetly asked, her voice honeyed and light as she flutter her eyes towards your direction. Her actions were quickly noticed by the two men that came with her and they couldn't stop themselves from staring at her with their eyes as wide as saucers.
"Of course, please give me a moment." You excused yourself, leaving them in their table.
When they saw that you are out of sight, Ayato whisked his head to his sister.
"What was that about?"
"Yeah, milady! What was that about?"
The two of them couldn't believe that the sweet and lovely lady of the Kamisato clan was trying to seduce someone! A woman of all people. Don't get them wrong, they are not against whoever gets her heart, but they just didn't expect that Ayaka would flutter her eyelashes and act so lovely infront of someone.
After all, she did show quite a adorable side to the traveler.
"Well.. Didn't you feel it?" Her question made the two of them confused.
Before they could ask what she meant, they became aware of how pressuring the atmosphere around them felt. They can feel their body flinching and they can feel beads of sweat starting to form on their back.
Why did the air felt so stuffy all of a sudden? Why is it so hard to breathe? Why are they shaking in their seat?
They noticed that the pressuring feeling got stronger when you walked up to them, you are smiling while carrying the menus on your hands yet why do they felt so intimidated at the sight of your eyes looking at them briefly?
"Here's the menu!" You placed the menu infront of them, "The dishes in my cafe are came from my hometown, if you find it hard to pronounce the name then don't be shy to ask me for the correct pronunciation."
You watched with careful eyes as they slowly pick up the menu, each of them are shaking on their seat which you had just noticed.
"Are you three okay?" You asked out of worry, but the sight of Ayato and Thoma flinching made you bite your tongue for prying. If you weren't worried, you would have thought that there was something going on between the two men, but you knew better.
"We're quite famished so we're just eager." Ayaka answered you before pointing some words on the menu, "May I have this? It looks delicious so I would love to try some."
"Why, yes. That dish is called pork sisig. I have both spicy and sour flavor of the dish, which one would you like?" You asked politely, taking the menu from her hand since she held it out to you.
"I want to have both, with a cold drink of your choice." She smiled at you and finally looked away from you. Having her gaze on your felt so weird and uncomfortable because it was the first time that you had a customer from Inazuma.
"How about you good sirs?" You turned your attention to the men across the table, "Have you decided what you want?"
Ayato swallowed thickly and silently hoped for his voice to work since he didn't want to make you suspicious of him, "I will have any sweetened dish in your menu, any cold drink is fine as well."
"I'll h-have.." Thoma accidentally whimpered when he felt your gaze on him, "A-anything's fine! I can eat anything you recommend!"
You blinked, confused and quite shock from his outburst but you didn't bother commenting about it, instead, you took the menu from the men and smiled before going away from their table to ready their order.
The three of them kept their head low until you are far from their table then they can breathe properly again, their hearts won't stop hammering inside their chest and they couldn't help but gasp for air when they felt the atmosphere around them goes back to normal.
"W-why is she so intimidating?" Thoma asked for no one particular, his hand curled into fist against his chest as he gasp desperately under his breath.
"Her presence is the same as the divine creator that I had read from the ancient scroll in our state." Ayaka said as she wiped her sweat off from her cheeks and looked at her brother, "We also received an order from the shogun to keep our guards up just in case the creator managed to blend in with the citizen of Inazuma."
"What if.." Ayato trailed off, his body going frigid once again when you came into his sight, you are holding a wooden platter with a couple of plates resting above it.
"Pork sisig, lechon kawali and sweetened chicken adobo." You said the name of the dishes as you placed each platter on their table, their mouth began to water when the savory scent had reached their nostrils.
"All of these smells so good.." Ayaka unconsciously muttered, her eyes staring into the three kinds of dish in front of her.
"Please wait, I'll have to bring to bring the rice out." You told them before hurriedly walking back to the kitchen.
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
The three of them turned their attention towards the door, the bell above just signaled that someone had walked in so they looked over to see who came in.
"(Name)! We're back!" Paimon's high pitched voice can be heard throughout the room.
"I'll be there to serve you guys in a minute!" Your voice can be heard from the other room.
The floating creature float towards the desk with Aether following behind her, the two of them leaned over to the wooden surface and seem to not notice the presence of the Inazuman.
Ayaka flinched from her seat when the sound of door being slammed opened echoed across the room, the men across her became aware of your presence once again as you walk out of the kitchen, carrying a large plate with white rice inside.
"Huh? Do you have other customer than us?" Paimon asked, still not looking the Inazuman.
"Yes." You replied curtly, smiling at her as well as offering Aether a small nod for a moment before walking past them and making your way towards your customer, "Forgive me for taking awhile."
"It's f-fine.." Thoma waved your apology off and managed to take the large plate from your hands in time before you could place it on their table, "I can handle these.."
"Really? Then please let me get the beverages, give me a moment." You excused yourself once again and rushed towards the kitchen, shooting an apologetic smile towards the travelers.
"I didn't notice that Thoma and the others are here!" Paimon said and approached their table with eagerness, "It's been awhile! How are you guys?"
Aether nodded his head towards them before walking past their table to take a seat on his usual spot, unlike before, he could finally hold a conversation with you without feeling the same pressure they currently have. It was quite obvious that they were going through the same catastrophe that he had before.
"Here are the beverages! I made some cold tea to ease the tension on your bodies, it's good for your health too! It can help you sleep faster at night and since it's dinner time, I figured that this might help." You smiled at them, placing the pitcher on the table along with the cups.
"Enjoy your meal!" You told them and walked away from their spot.
"You're so thoughtful, (name)!" Paimon commented and followed you towards the counter, she held her hands behind her and giddily kicked the air to hide her bashfulness, "It's remarkable how sincere you are with your customers, it makes me wonder if you ever get tired being kind.. Anyways! Me and Aether wants to have Sinigang na baboy this time, we had Kare-kare last night so we want what you recommended last week!"
Hearing this, Ayato and Ayaka looked at Paimon with wide eyes, did they heard it right? The two of them had been going into this restaurant for days? Without their knowledge?
Meanwhile, Thoma couldn't stop shoving spoonful of lechon kawali into his mouth. The meat just taste so good with the sauce! He could literally eat the same dish over and over again without getting tired of it!
Aether could only snort under his breath upon noticing the retainer's lottle act, he could relate at how the dishes taste so delicious, that's the reason why he and paimon kept coming back to your cafe without missing a meal time.
However, he can feel the sadness and jealousy creeping in when he heard the bell ringing.
"Oh, Nahida, Wanderer, Venti and Zhongli!" Paimon mentioned the names of the new comers, Aether can feel the regret of letting them know this place because just like him..
They have kept coming to your cafe to taste the delicious dishes, beverages, and pastries that you could offer.
The Inazuman merely chocked on their food when they recognized the powerful being that walked into the room, they did their best to stay calm and focused on their meal. It wasn't a hard task because the food are quite delicious and mouth watering before they know it, they had disregard the presence of others.
"Where's miss (name)?" Venti asked the floating creature, his voice sounding so giddy and eager as he look around for the woman.
"Don't bother." Zhongli sighed and walked over to their usual spot inside the room which is a table away from the Inazuman trio, "She has new customers tonight so try to not become a burden for her."
"That's quite a remark, block-head." Venti mumbled under his breath and followed behind the retired geo archon, he sat down on his usual seat with a pout on his face.
"Please tell (name) that I'll come over to order, okay?" Nahida told Paimon with a small smile and the creature placed her hand on her forehead, playfully saluting to the dendro archon— an action that she had acquired from you.
"Silly." Nahida giggled before motioning for Wanderer to follow her, "Let's go, hat guy."
"Please don't call me that in front of (name)." He grumbled under his breath beside the archon as they too, took their usual seat on their table.
Aether watched all that happened with a disdain in his eyes, slowly and quite painfully, he can feel that he won't be able to have an alone time with you due to the increasing customers of your humble cafe.
He could only wish that this will be the first and last time you'll receive new customers.
It was rather an uneventful afternoon for the Ragnvindr and Alberich. The two of them are inside the tavern as per usual with Kaeya bothering Diluc non-stop, the playful smirk on the tanned male's lips kept growing as he noticed that he is getting on the red head's nerve.
Rosaria and Jean could only shake their head, they could tell that Diluc had enough of Kaeya's teasing, but they couldn't do anything because whatever's going on, it's only between the two of them.
"Charles." The red head's voice called out as he unintentionally slammed his hand on the counter, rendering the people in front speechless.
"Yes?" The man walked over, a couple of drinks on his hands.
"Take over, I'll go to the back to check on our stock." Diluc stated and whisked passes Charles.
Kaeya whistled and got off his seat, prompting himself to follow the redhead to annoy him further. Jean and Rosaria couldn't stop themselves from worrying (on Rosaria's case, she just want to see how Diluc would explode this time) so they ended up following after the two.
The wine tycoon didn't bother waiting for Kaeya as he opened the door and quickly walked inside with the three following behind him.
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
The four of them stopped when they saw that the supposedly cellar turned into a different room filled with tables and bookshelves. They heard the door shut behind them, but they didn't budge an inch because of the shock.
"New customers?" A voice called out which forced them to get out of their stupor.
Suddenly, they felt their body heavy, wanting to get down on their knees in front of you when their eyes landed on you.
"Welcome to cotea cafe, table for four?" The smile you gave them made them weak, their breaths hitching on their throat when you walked around the desk to guide them towards their table.
They could only follow behind you aimlessly, their hearts beating anxiously inside of their chest the longer you stay within their presence. They hastily took a seat around the table and each one of them slouching because of the heavy feeling they have on their shoulders.
"Let me get the menu for you, ladies and gentlemen."
You quickly sauntered your way towards the desk and took four menus underneath the surface before walking back to their table and placing each in front of them cautiously. Your eyes caught the indifferent expression on Diluc's face while you saw the troubled looks on Jean's, Kaeya's and Rosaria's faces.
"Everything alright?" You couldn't help but ask because they look like they are in pain.
"Y-Yes, of course." Jean replied curtly, her hands curling into fists under the table and she shifted uncomfortably on her spot when her legs started to bounce.
You smiled at her as you nod your head, "Well then, please take your time looking for anything you want on the menu." You said before walking towards the counter and took a seat on the stool, going back to the book you were reading.
"Just where are we?" Jean asked in a whisper, looking at Diluc who could only glare slightly towards her for thinking that he was the cause of this unexpected situation.
"Now, now, why don't we all calm down and eat? This place looks like it has good food to offer, they probably have some wine too so cheers for that." Kaeya spoke, opening the meni and scanning through the available dishes that your little cafe could offer.
The three of them stared at him in disbelief, doesn't he feel heavy and troubled by your presence? They are currently in pain due to their body's desire to kneel in front of you so why does he look like he wasn't feeling the same as them?
On the other hand, Kaeya's just hungry and seeing the signature business smile on your lips as you gave them the menu had piqued his interest, despite the pain on his chest and legs, he chose to calm down and bear with it for a while so he can call over you for you to take their order.
After a while, you were called by Rosaria.
"Have you decided?" You asked as you walk over, "The dishes on the menu came from my hometown, the names might not be familiar, but I made sure to describe what kind of dish it is below the pictures."
"Yes, I like how you described them, especially Lain? Layin? The one with the leaves? Or whatever vegetable that is, I want that." Diluc told you, slightly smiling to cover up the intensifying pain growing on his legs.
"One order of laing and what about you, lady?" You smiled at Rosaria, "Have you decided yet?"
"I'd have this.. Pan.. Cut? Pancut? I don't know how to.."
"It's pronounced as pancit, my lady, of course, one order of pancit." You murmured under your breath and jot down what they want on your small notebook, "What about you, good sir?"
"Please call me Kaeya, and I would have anything you want to recommend." He told you, smiling with his eye close as sweats rolled down his chest from the pain on his body, "I'm sure a beautiful lady like you will recommend me something delicious."
You can feel your cheeks heating up from his comment and took a mental note to just give him the spiciest dish you have in your menu.
Kaeya chuckled at the reaction he got from you before he felt Diluc's foot kicking his shin causing for him to double over and let out a restrained groan.
"I would like to have anything savory, ma'am." Jean informed you politely, a smile on her face as she handed you the menu of others along with hers, "The drinks can be cold or warm, it's up to you."
You nodded your head, not looking at them in the eyes as you quickly scurry away towards the kitchen.
As soon as you are out of sight, the three turned their attention to the tanned male who's still smug at the expression you had shown him.
"You're really shameless." Diluc sighed out, the pain on his legs going away since you are in the other room.
"She's quite cute when she's flustered, isn't she?" Kaeya asked them, ignoring the red head's comment towards him, "This little restaurant emits a comfortable ambiance, makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside."
The others didn't want to admit it, but they felt really comfortable and safe in this little room of yours.
"Paimon's famished! I want to go back to cotea now!" The floating companion of the traveler exclaimed, patting her stomach to emphasize her hunger.
"Cotea? Is that a new restaurant here in sumeru?" Tighnari asked, his tail twitching behind him due to the curiosity.
"Nope! It's a caf—" Paimon couldn't finish what she was saying because Aether snatched her and covered her mouth to avoid saying more information about your cafe. He doesn't want more people invading your space just because of her big mouth.
"That's rather harsh." Cyno commented, his eyes flickering to the traveler's grip against the fairy to the annoyed expression of his.
"Let's just go out of this place so we can have our fill." Aether said and went ahead of them, he nudge his head towards the door because he couldn't open it himself due to his grip on paimon's body and mouth.
"Why don't you let go of her?" The fennec fox asked, opening the door and walking out of the Akademiya.
The three of them didn't even noticed that they weren't outside but walked into another room. They only noticed their surroundings when Tighnari and Cyno lost their control over their before falling against the floor— startling Aether which resulted for him to let go of paimon.
"Aether! Paimon! What happened?!"
Aether doesn't know if he should be shock to see the familiar room of your abode that he had grown to love or to be upset to see Diluc, Jean, Kaeya and Rosaria (who stopped eating because of the commotion) on a table not far from the counter, having a full course meal or..
Disregard the fact that the Akademiya door had lead them to the inside of your cafe.
for your first anniversary as a couple, alhaitham gifts you a novel he thinks you'd enjoy and has annotated for the past few weeks (he can finish a book in one sitting, but for you he chose to read through the novel carefully to fully grasp the meaning behind the words)
you were silent as you carefully skimmed through the pages filled with his familiar handwriting and little colorful sticky tabs stuck on certain parts of the pages that indicate which sentences or paragraphs reminded him of you.
looking up to him, you couldn't find the words to express just how touched you were. "'haithie, you didn't —"
"have to get you anything, yes." he said, finishing your sentence for you. "i just happened to see that book while i was in the book store a few weeks ago and thought that you may enjoy it."
"seems like i'm always on your mind, huh?" you grinned, hugging the book close to your chest. "you even annotated it for me, lemme read an entry..."
before you could even find a page to settle on, alhaitham closed the book shut. "my mind is constantly plagued by you ... but i don't mind it." his cheeks were flushed pink as he looked away from you. "read it once you're home."
not wanting to overwhelm your already flustered boyfriend, you put the book safely into your bag and continued to enjoy the nice dinner date to celebrate your anniversary.
once you were home, you opened the novel to the very first page to see that alhaitham wrote a short note:
'to my (y/n), the one who has managed to capture my heart, the one who my soul loves, here's to the first of many anniversaries we'll have.
Synopsis: You always pitied the villainess of Seraphim, your favorite otome game when you were in high school. It wasn’t her fault she became a violent mess, it was everyone else around her who transformed her into a monster. You just regretted never being able to finish Hard Mode because of its difficulty. So imagine your luck when you finally decide to replay it only subsequently get hit by a car. But apparently life decided death was your time to become the main character because now you’re in Seraphim as one of its core characters. Yes, you know the one. It’s never the protagonist, it’s rarely the side character. You’re the Villainess. Oh, and you’re in Hard Mode. AO3
A/N: I ended up not liking where I was going with the og Villainess AU I was working on so I stopped working on it to work on this one. And personally, I think it came out a lot better than the OG. May you guys enjoy this version a lot more than the previous because I had a lot of fun making this series! Part 0 functions as the prologue to what’s to come in this series and I had fun making it as much as a game/wiki as possible! Let me know your thoughts!
Part 0 ー Welcome to Seraphim
“Hey, have you heard of this otome game called Seraphim? Oh it’s so much fun, I’ve already 100% everything in Normal Mode! Hard Mode is a total pain in my ass though.”
seraphim: meet the cast
seraphim: magic system
seraphim.fandom.com/wiki/villainess
r/otomegames: seraphim ending guide
prologue; fuck hard mode
Part 1 ー Sabze
chapter i; the luncheon
chapter ii; finding your roots
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synopsis: tempting images fill your husband’s mind, when after yet another long day he is relaxing in hot water. He is aching and yerning for your caress, but instead it’s his hand reaching down, because he cares for your your well-being too much.
pairing: Diluc x fem!reader
tw: nsfw, established relationship, masturbating, fingering, bath sex
word count: 3.1k+ words
Diluc sighs in frustration, resting his chin in his open palm, elbow firmly planted on the side of a bathtub. He can faintly hear you right outside the door - moving around your shared bedroom, surely tending to his discarded clothes, sorting through what should be left for maids to wash, what can stay, and what will end up stored away in a jewelry box. Only the golden band around his ring finger is shining brightly, and upon catching how lights reflect in the metal, the guilt twists the heart in the man’s chest.
He feels like he is failing you as a husband. Admittedly, it was a horrible couple of weeks, too much happening, with preparation for the festival weighing on his shoulders as well, and he was rightfully exhausted to even talk when his head hit the pillow far later than acceptable. But so were you. You were involved in all these business and preparation things because of him, coordinating and being a mediator in conflict arising situations, which wore you out mentally as much as it did him physically. Many nights only one of you made it to the Winery, the other staying behind in the city and crashing to the hotel room. Maybe you really should consider getting an apartment within the city walls for such occasions. Something small and comfy, enough for two people to spend the night. He’ll need to discuss it with you.
rouses you with sweet, loving kisses on your shoulder. your eyes are still closed when a sleepy smile spreads across your face. you stretch, looping your arm around the back of diluc's neck, his soft, crimson hair tickling your sensitive skin. he traces his fingers down along the inside of your arm towards your chest, making you giggle with his titillating touch. you can hear his smirk when he hums next to your ear, his voice deep and heavy with the weight of sleep. "good morning, beautiful," he drawls. "mm~good morning, my love," you reply. his wandering hand reaches your breast, earning himself one of your sighs when your nipple is carded between his calloused fingers, gently squeezing your soft flesh. he moves to roll you onto your back as he lowers himself between your legs, taking your other nipple inside his scorching mouth before leaving a trail of kisses along your naked belly. you relax, your eyes sliding closed and your pretty fingers finding purchase in his messy hair as he blazes a path all the way down to your core. he kisses his way around your dewy lips before teasing your clit with kitten licks. your fingers curl in his wild mane when his dainty tongue strokes quicken, flicking with increasing fury as he begins to drag his leaking cock against the sheets beneath him, staining them with his precum.
⋆｡°✩ ITTO —
you awake to the unmistakable poke of your beloved oni's morning wood against your naked thigh. your head is on his barrel of a chest, your leg propped over his. he doesn't even know though bc he's still out cold. some of his cum is still leaking out of you from a few hours ago, but with the way he turns you out, you're ready for more. he's a hard sleeper though. you know the traditional methods of trying to wake someone up are not going to work with him, but you go through the motions anyway just so you can say you did. dragging your fingers up and down his huge arm, running your fingers through his thick, white hair, kissing his sexy neck, squeezing his horns, whispering sugary sweet and naughty things in his ear...nothing works. it's time to get creative. you know how much he loves it when you sit on his face so you get to your knees and position your thighs on either side of his head. you dip your finger inside your wet pussy and smear your slick on his lips. finally he grunts and you have to fight back the laughter when he starts sniffing the air. "itto?" he hums, but doesn't open his eyes. "itto, baby..." you coo, "i brought you breakfast in bed." after a dramatic yawn, he takes a deep breath through his nose again, smiles, and in his deep morning voice he says, "mmm...smells delicious, babe." he wraps his big hands around your thighs and pulls them further apart for him. "i'm fucking famished," he growls, latching onto your clit. soon his hands are cupping your ass cheeks, guiding you back and forth, making you ride his face, his tongue deep inside your cunt as his nose nudges your tight bundle of nerves, wearing you down like a feed bag. he's a sloppy eater but you're not complaining. the way he opens his mouth wide and sucks your whole pussy while dipping his tongue into your semen-flavored hole has your eyes crossing.
⋆｡°✩ KAEYA —
our cryo casanova is a goddamn superfreak. you're both still hazy with sleep when he gets on his knees behind you. he hooks his hands around your hips and pulls your ass up in the air until you're presenting for him. your arms are still hugging the pillow that your heads rests on as he leans over your body, his arms caging you in from above when you feel his hard cock slap your clit a few times. "keep your ass in the air for me, lover." his sultry voice has an edge to it that you'll only hear right after he's risen, and it goes straight to your needy core. "i wanna taste you before i ruin you for the day." you shiver as his cool lips travel down your spine. he massages your soft ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them, forcing them apart to expose your winking pussy. "kaeya...baby..." you're pushing your ass higher into the air, back arching, hips rocking, practically begging to feel his tongue, his lips, his anything. finally, you feel the tickle of his hair on your skin, then the merciful drag of his tongue over your dripping slit. you moan loudly into your pillow, gritting your teeth as kaeya flicks his silver tongue over your pink bud a few times before sucking it in hard, pulsing his tongue against it like he's trying to drink you down to the last drop. but he settles for just a taste before he's back on his knees, straddling the backs of your thighs to sink his purple, weeping tip inside you.
⋆｡°✩ THOMA —
THIS SWEET BOI IS A PLEASURE DOM FIGHT ME. you basically wake up making out with this boy. one of your hands is playing with his dark pink nipple while the other is wrapped around his pretty cock, stroking him slowly against your precum-coated thigh. he hasn't even taken his morning piss yet when you start to lower yourself to taste the sticky, salty essence of his cock. but this pyro-wielding waifu stops you, kisses you, his hand framing your ear before gently pushing you back down on the bed. "let me take care of you first, milady..." you're so weak for this precious pussy-pleasing boy you go along with every word he says. "your pussy always tastes so good in the morning..." the word pussy sounds naughtier when it rides on thoma's sweet, innocent morning voice. his fingers drag their way along the column of your neck, down between your cleavage, all the way to your pretty kitty where he spreads your pink petals apart. his soft lips ghost over your hard pearl, your back arching off the bed when you grab a fistful of his blond hair, feeling his hot breath when he whimpers quietly against your clit.
⋆｡°✩ ZHONGLI —
almost always wakes before you. this morning is no exception. his erection is full, tenting his silk pajama pants as he pulls up behind you. he doesn't want to disturb your slumber; he knows how tired you've been lately what with planning the wedding and all. by the same token, however, he can smell your sex. you must be ovulating, he correctly deduces. your earthy scent is so full-bodied he can taste it on the back of his tongue and my me, he thinks, is it delectable. before he's even decided what to do, his hand moves on its own. he slips his golden hand beneath the thin waistband of your undergarments, dipping his graceful middle finger between your moist folds. you shift a little, but he removes his hand, bringing it to his mouth to taste you. he wraps his lips around his finger and sucks, tongue swirling around his digit to collect as much of your flavor as he can. warm precum leaks from his cock as he moans lowly around his own finger. it nearly drives him to madness and he can't help himself. well, he could, but he's willing to suffer the consequences in exchange for devouring the delicacy that's hiding between your legs. your eyes flutter open to find yourself on your back, your legs spread, zhongli's hair tickling your inner thighs and his long, radiant fingers curling inside you, glowing and fucking your gushy walls as amber eyes burn into yours through his long bangs. his flattened tongue drags over your swollen clit in quick pulses while he basks in your sobs of just how good he feels to you. "fuck, zhongli~~hmnn~~yeah, eat my pussy just like that..." girl, when the geo daddy moans with a mouthful of your pussy, the vibration of his deep voice on your clit hits the richter scale and you come crumbling into his hot mouth.
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NSFW | spicy hcs what’s their biggest kink (II) with ayato, thoma, diluc
!!CONTENT WARNING: explicit sex scenes, teacher / college student dynamic in ayato’s, vaginal fingering, oral sex (reader receiving) slight dom!reader in diluc’s
part I
AYATO
› role play
› ayato was always creative with the way you two had sex, so you were truly never getting tired of fucking him
› when you got home from college and found him sitting on the sofa of your apartment you straight up knew what he wanted when seeing the expression on his face
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‘did you do your homework already ?’ he asked.
the question was pretty simple yet unexpected. ayato was working already and he had little to no time to come and see you, so when he did, you usually had sex and then went outside on a date.
but now he was asking you about school ?
you say next to him, trying to figure out his intention while replying no to his question.
‘mh that is not good y/n. this is no serious, i cannot tolerate such thing from my precious students.’ he teased you, caressing your arm.
now it was clear, he would act as your teacher today ? fine, then you’d act like his bratty student.
‘but i have no time… what could i do to make up for it ayato ?’
the smile growing larger on his lips as you got invested into his play made him so hotter than usually.
he showed you the floor with one hand while leading you with the other and you quickly ended up kneeling between his legs.
‘should i give you a blowjob ?’ you innocently asked, moving your ass a bit to seduce him and judging by the desire in his eyes as he bit his lip quickly, he wasn’t indifferent.
you caressed his intimacy through his light beige pants, feeling his hard member and it turned you on a lot to wait for his orders to do anything, but you didn’t want to play the good student today, so you tried to take off his pants and miserably failed when he gripped your hands.
‘take off your skirt y/n.’
‘is this an order ayato ?’ you played dumb but knew perfectly well that it was one.
he nodded yes and you did as he told. after that, he reinstalled himself on the couch, sitting straight, and guiding you to get on your knees again, but this time your chest was resting on his lap.
he caressed your ass softly. but the only contact of his hands on your ass was enough to make you wet again. he caressed your clit through the delicate fabric of your panties and chuckled to himself seeing how dripping wet you were down there.
‘what are you going to do ayato ?’ you asked lowly before a dirty moan escaped your throat. ayato slapped your ass. ‘stop calling me ayato, i am your teacher y/n, you owe me respect.’ he insisted and slapped you once more to make sure you understood.
‘yes. teacher.’ that reply aroused him even more and he started fingering you. his thin and long fingers felt so good inside of you, that you kept on moaning.
‘keep moaning y/n, i like it when you’re vocal.’ he said as he shoved two fingers of his other hand inside of your mouth ‘be a good student and do your homework later will you ?’
‘hmmh’ his fingers still on your mouth we’re stopping you from forming actual phrases but that answer satisfied ayato.
it turned out his day had ended earlier and so you kept on fucking with this dynamic. you reached orgasm several times, and ayato wasn’t going to leave you alone especially after seeing you enjoy his biggest kink.
THOMA
› military
› perhaps it was more your kink than his, but thoma got super excited to the idea when you suggested he’d wear his old uniform while fucking you
› so when you found him on your bed after you got home from work, the sight of that man was turning you on already, knowing where this was going
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‘i think it got tighter’ he shyly said, getting up from the mattress to pull you closer into his arms.
indeed the fabric was almost sticking to his skin; as if he would never manage to take it off but you found it incredibly hot.
‘you just got more muscular thoma’
you caressed his hands, your fingers lingering along his arms, pressing on his biceps gently while you looked up at him for a kiss, which he did right away.
he wrapped his arms around you, his hands slowly going down to your ass, gently squeezing it. your bodies were glued to each other by now, lips kissing, and his hands running all over your skin. yours too, as if discovering yourselves for the first time again.
‘you’re super hot’ you whispered against his parted lips.
after a few minutes of making out, did you sense something hard against your thighs. you looked down, and then back up to your boyfriend who obviously didn’t try to hide his desires. he wanted you. now and perhaps more than ever.
‘fuck me thoma.’ you said against his ears, making him shiver a bit. and he quickly obeyed, pushing you on the bed and crawling over you.
he kneeled on the border of the mattress, taking off his belt and freeing his hard cock.
you spread your legs and pulled on his military jacket to pull him close to you, allowing him to fuck you in a classic missionary position.
he was going slow, but his thrusts were hard and merciless, not letting you the time to think.
‘yes just like that sir’ you whined after thoma hit a sensitive spot of yours.
‘what did you call me ?’ thoma suddenly stopped moving, looking at you, whose face was probably showing confusion. did he not like it ? not that you thought about it because it actually slipped out of your mouth.
‘s-sir ?’ you hesitantly replied but the look on his face growing more and more hungry reassured you.
‘get on all four and call me that again y/n’ he commanded, getting up to let you switch position, which you did quite quickly.
thoma gripped your plump ass, bringing it closer to his cock and shoving it inside slowly. you thought he’d go the same pace than before, but he completely lost it, going hard on you,
‘fuck y/n, you’re so fucking good.’ he groaned, caressing your back gently, and his softness was quite contradictory to his fast thrusts in and out of you.
‘it feels so ~nghh good sir, keep going please’
and he never stopped. he kept on fucking you for hours, making you feel as good as you were making him. in the end, he probably enjoyed it more than you because he put his uniform back on his dressing room.
DILUC
› face sitting
› diluc was pretty shy about his own fantasies and kinks but once you two got in a serious relationship for some time now, he finally felt comfortable enough to tell you
› since he was dominant most of the time you never expected such request when he said he’d love you to sit on his face and fuck his tongue
⸻
it was a first for the two of you because usually he would lead and he would control where and how he was giving you a cunnilingus.
‘let’s head to the bed y/n’ he said.
the atmosphere seemed kinda formal so you put on some music to help you both relax. it was not something really changing except you’d be over him for oral sex, yet it felt weird. in a good way of course because you couldn’t wait to try out diluc’s kink.
after he finally confessed it, you couldn’t disappoint him.
you started taking off your clothes first, and quickly ended up fully naked. diluc however only took off his shirt and let you take off his pants when you’d be ready.
you both started stimulating each other. your hand around his large cock, caressing it and pumping up and down as his breath got more and more irregular.
only then did you decide to initiate it, crawling over his body until you finally sat on his face. you looked at him making sure he was comfortable too and after seeing his playful look, did you decide to start moving.
at first it felt kinda awkward. you were thinking too much about how it was supposed to be. but once you got the right place and pace, everything felt natural.
diluc was masturbating himself while licking your pussy eagerly.
you moved several times, feeling diluc’s low voice in your entire body when he moaned between your legs, making you shiver.
you closed your eyes, following the rhythm of the song that was playing at the same time.
‘diluc ngh this is so good. fuck.’ you moaned, speeding up the pace of your movements, not able to control yourself as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the orgasm.
you were moving your hips quite quickly now, eager to cum and his tongue pressing on your clit simply felt so good.
he was always doing well with it but now felt different. it was better.
he looked up at you, his eyes full of lust and hunger as he kept on eating you out just like you loved. his tongue rolling up and down your clit and his beefy arms around your thighs to stop you from moving away.
your legs started vibrating as you finally reached climax. diluc kept on licking your clit, as fast as he could, and at this point he was almost overstimulating you but it felt too good to stop.
you gripped his long red hair, almost begging for him not to stop but he didn’t intend to anyway.
‘right there don’t you stop please’ you screamed over the music that seemed never ending just like the pleasure diluc was offering you with only his tongue
you opened your eyes again, and tapped his hands gently for him to free your thighs since after experimenting such thing and reaching orgasm once again all you wanted to do was to kiss him passionately.
his chin and lips were full of your secretion, making him even sexier.
after that both you and diluc decided to do this again. diluc was actually super turned on to have you over him, fucking his mouth as if it was an object. fucking it as if it was yours and it was. he was, indeed, all yours.
and knowing you enjoyed this almost as much as he did truly made him want to try again right away.
!! CONTENT WARNING | suggestive at times, obsessive behavior (not in the reader x diluc relationship tho), mentions of alcohol, sex and drugs.
chapters that can be triggering will be marked on top of the concerned post ty!
➵ pairing: diluc x f!reader ➵ characters: reader, diluc (obviously), jean, kaeya, childe, xiao, zhongli, venti, donna
➵ modern/band au | y/n always loved music and started singing a long time ago, but when that one song from the band she’s in starts blowing up causing the e&a (y/n’s band) to go viral all of a sudden, she finds herself struggling to handle celebrity and the dramas going with it. little did she know things were about to get worse when she’d meet diluc, the annoying yet extremely attractive bass player, leader of a much more popular band and also a fan favorite. xiaoven & zhongchi mentions!
profiles. e&a | electrons
⁰¹ chaotic ⁰² late ⁰³ old friends ⁰⁴ midnight scandal ⁰⁵ band fusion ⁰⁶ late night talks ⁰⁷ ascending to heaven ⁰⁸ out of league
your fingers tangle in the base of diluc's ponytail; curling into wild red strands, messing with the black ribbon that keeps it tied back from his face. your other hand flexes in the rumpled bedsheets, trying to grasp onto it so you have something solid to hold in between the broad flat strokes of diluc's tongue against your heated core.
your head is swimming. you've lost count of the amount of times you've come with diluc's head buried between your thighs; the wine tycoon is drinking you in like he's one of his own patrons and you're the finest dandelion blend. your slick paints his face, his chin, his lips swollen, his eyes closed and long dark lashes resting against the perfect sculpt of his cheekbones.
your limbs are no better than jelly. heat suffuses all through you, every nerve ending afire. you feel like a jointed paper doll made in your youth; twitching with pleasure in no ordered way, as if your body is not properly attached.
"diluc," you slur out. "diluc, 's too much--"
his proud nose nudges the swollen pearl of your clit, your high-pitched little whine only serving to bolster his desire to make you feel good. your thighs twitch; your hips unconsciously driving forward to meet his thrusts despite the fact that you feel as though you're all fucked out. he's not stopping.
the hand curled around his hair - the one at the base of his ponytail, with all of those crimson strands gathered within it - gives one hard tug, as if to pull him away--
and diluc groans. his body almost spasms, and as he pulls back with his face all wet with your slick you realise that it's because your tug made him grind his hard cock against the mattress. breath catching his throat, voice deep and gravelly with his own want, he pleads;
Summary: You and the men are exploring the Chasm to search for the flower dubbed the Scent of Spring. A rare flower that is the last of its kind. While trying to pull the flower from the cracks in the wall, the flower sprays a strange powder all over you. When the flower sprays powder all over you, you end up inhaling a large amount of it.
Note: Welcome to a new smut series by yours truly, me! Thanks to the requester, there is a new smut series where every man gets their own smut fic and the readers get to choose who's starting the smut series and who will be next after the previous character! This request was sent in before the harem had 25 people, therefore I am making it into a new smut series other than Crave. There will be a poll per chapter and whoever gets the most votes will be the one to start off the smut, and whoever is voted the most after that character the started the smut fic (for example: Aether), will be the next chapter. Instead of making the reader drink an aphrodisiac, I decided to have the reader inhale it. Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).
Warnings: No smut in this part (darn), but there are some implications of sex and masturbation. Reader inhales a large amount of sex pollen/aphrodisiac.
Word Count: 9.2k
You have recently decided to work for the Adventurer’s Guild! Kind of. The Akademiya and the Adventurer’s Guild decide to team up and let the Akademiya students explore around and take on an adventurer’s task. You are tasked to investigate the Chasm and find a mysterious flower that went extinct thousands of years ago. Rumor has it that there is only one flower that managed to survive the extinction, and you are on a mission to find that flower.
When you informed your twenty-five boyfriends about your task in the Chasm, they were hesitant to let you go to the Chasm. Not because they didn’t trust you but because it’s the Chasm, and many things can go wrong down there. Plus, it’s hard to tell whether the air conditions are safe down there or not. Hence why miners would go into the Chasm with finches in the cage— to test whether the air quality is good down there or not. At least, that’s what you can recall.
“Why the Chasm? Why not somewhere else that isn’t dangerous, like the Chasm?” Aether asks, leaning back in his seat while gazing at you worriedly.
Al Haitham chews on the inside of his cheek, his eyebrows furrowing. “Did they assign you the Chasm?”
You shake your head. “I chose to go to the Chasm! There’s this rare— I’m not sure if I should call it rare— flower in the Chasm. It’s the only flower that managed to survive while its fellow species went extinct. Because botany is what I specialize in, I want to find this flower, bring it back to the Akademiya, and have it studied,” you explain.
“And you want to go to the Chasm alone?” Tighnari asks, staring at you with wide eyes.
You quickly protest, “No, no! I’m not! I was hoping you all would go to the Chasm with me and keep me company!” You say, fiddling with your thumbs.
The corners of Childe’s lips quirk up after hearing your response. Childe gets up from his seat and walks over to you. Childe wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest, and caresses your face in front of the other men around you two. You and Childe hear collective scoffs and groans from the men.
Childe has a shit-eating grin on his face. “Do you all hear that? My precious snookums wants me to keep them company to the Chasm!” Childe exclaims dramatically, resting his cheek on your head while rocking you back and forth.
“You mean us, Harbinger. [Y/N] wants us to join them in the Chasm while they search for this mysterious flower for their Akademiya research,” Diluc interjects, rolling his eyes.
Childe rolls his eyes and mouths “whatever” to himself while suffocating you in his arms. It wasn’t hard to convince the others to join you in the Chasm while you searched for this flower. And now, here you are, walking through the Chasm with your beloved boyfriends following behind.
Your professors at the Akademiya have been raving about this mysterious flower when you were a new student at the Akademiya. Despite the professors raving about the flower, they were afraid of going to the Chasm to search for the flower, which is a bit ironic because most Akademiya scholars would risk it all for their research and experiments.
The flower is dubbed the “Scent of Spring,” and you’re not entirely sure why the flower is called that when none of these scholars have gotten close enough to the flower to smell it. While the scholars at the Akademiya have some knowledge of the flower, the knowledge did not help you and the men find this flower. You only know what it looks like.
You hold the sketched image of the “Scent of Spring” in your hands. “It looks like an apple blossom! And the colors are supposed to be a gradient of light steel blue and a medium slate blue,” you murmur, stroking your chin.
“It’s dark down here. How are we supposed to find this mysterious flower in a place like this?” Kaveh asks, squinting to search the darkness ahead of you all.
You shrug, following behind Albedo (who has the Lumenstone Adjuvant). “I’m not sure! It should be somewhere in the Chasm, but my professors and the other scholars weren’t clear on where the flower can be found,” you sigh.
“Sounds like they don’t know what they’re talking about. What if they led you on a goose chase, and they’re watching our every move to get what they wanted?” Cyno asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
Oh, dear archons. You sure hope the Akademiya scholars aren’t leading you on a wild goose chase. This is part of your assignment and research project. You will be disappointed if you go through all that trouble just to find out the flower doesn’t exist or the scholars already have it.
Albedo hums thoughtfully, shining the Lumenstone Adjuvant in another direction in the cave. “I don’t think a couple of scholars are capable of doing that. But if they attempt to do that, we won’t let it happen,” Albedo murmurs.
“How does a flower thrive in an environment like the Chasm? It’s underground, away from sunlight. There’s no way a flower can survive without sunlight,” Scaramouche interjects, kicking a pebble across the cave.
“Well, there are plenty of plants that can grow without sunlight, Scaramouche. I find it strange that a flower can survive in an environment like the Chasm. We can barely breathe in some areas of the Chasm,” you mutter, propping your hands on your hips before looking back at the sketched image of the flower.
The area all of you are in is dark and wet. It’s disgusting, but the air is breathable compared to other areas of the Chasm you all explored a while ago. It’s kind of a win. The sound of water dripping from the ceiling in the cave is all you can hear. As you and the twenty-five men continue to walk further into the cave, the sound of the waterfall running gradually becomes louder.
Venti points forward. “Maybe the flower survived in the Chasm because of this stream that is connected to the waterfall!” Venti theorizes, skipping ahead of the group.
You stop in your tracks and think about what Venti had just said. He’s not wrong. While the air in the Chasm is unbreathable in some areas, there is a source of running water in the Chasm that could be keeping the flower alive. You and the men progress into the cave, the waterfall getting louder and louder the more you all approach the end of the cave.
“Are there any other descriptions given about the flower other than its color? Does it glow in the dark? Is there a strong scent?” Heizou trails off, looking around the cave to search for the flower.
You shake your head. “My professors didn’t give me any further details about the flower other than it being dubbed the Scent of Spring,” you say dramatically.
“And what does the scent of spring supposed to smell like? Spring?” Itto asks, making a “pfft” sound and walking over to where you stand and props his arm on your head, using you as a personal stand.
You shrug your shoulders and move Itto’s arm off your head. “That, I do not know! However, I think that means we should start sniffing flowers,” you say, pulling out your flashlight and begin searching for this rare flower your professors and the scholars in the botany department have been raving about for who knows how long.
You believe once you have given the scholars the flower, they will try to find a way to bring back the population of the extinct flower. Though, you wonder if they will continue to revive their population if the flower ends up being dangerous to inhale or be around. Now that you think about it, there are dangerous plants throughout Teyvat that are used for experiments to create new medicine or cure for diseases.
“Once you find the flower, what are you going to do with it?” Ayato asks, his eyes landing on the giant mushroom in the Chasm.
The giant mushroom in the Chasm illuminated the area. You shine the flashlight around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the flower the Akademiya scholars have been talking about nonstop. You hum and prop your hand on your hip, thinking about what you will be doing with the flower once you find it.
“I’m going to give it to the Akademiya, but I want Albedo and the others to get some research done on it. It wouldn’t be fair if I find something rare and immediately hand it off to the scholars at the Akademiya,” you say.
Dottore smiles and throws his arms around your shoulders. “It’s sweet how you’re putting us ahead of the scholars,” Dottore coos, pinching your cheek with a cheeky grin on his face.
“Since this is for [Y/N]’s assignment, let’s not distract them any more than we already are. They need to focus and find the flower,” says Baizhu, crossing his arms over his chest.
You mouthed a “thank you” to Baizhu before proceeding on your search for the flower. Everyone is scattered around the cave, searching for the Scent of Spring. You’re not sure why it's dubbed the Scent of Spring because surely the people would have known what it smells like if they come across it. But because the flower is in the Chasm and no one has gone near it, you find it hard to believe that the flower smells like spring. Plus, what does spring smell like other than flowers? Every flower has its own unique scent.
After searching for about fifteen minutes, you see a medium-sized flower between the cracks in the wall. The flower is sticking out, and it’s shaped like an apple blossom and has the same color gradient that was written down on the piece of paper in your hand. The sound of your gasp alerted the men, and they all ran toward where you were standing.
Kaeya points at the flower. “Is that the flower you’ve been searching for?” Kaeya asks, inspecting the flower from a safe distance.
You nod slowly. “I believe it is! It’s shaped like an apple blossom, it has the same color gradient written on the paper, and it’s the only flower in this area,” you murmur, reaching forward and touching the petals. “It’s really soft, too,” you add.
“Now that we found it, how should we extract the flower from the area without damaging it?” Asks Thoma, tilting his head to the side and scanning the flower in front of you.
You pull a glass case from your bag and place it on the ground, putting on rubber gloves and preparing to take the flower out from where it’s residing. There’s no guarantee you’ll be able to pull the Scent of Spring out of the cracks without damaging it. It’ll be ironic if it dies the minute you pull it out from the cracks, even though it survived for thousands of years while its own kind went extinct.
When you tug on it, you notice the stem is quite thick, almost as wide as a branch. Not only was it sturdy, but you noticed there was some powdery substance on the flower itself. Even though you know little to nothing about this particular flower, you know that most flowers in Teyvat do not have a powdery coating on top of the petals. You rub the powder between your gloved thumb and index finger, testing its consistency.
“That’s odd. I’ve never seen a flower that has this powdery coating on it,” you murmur, leaning your face closer to the flower to inspect it.
“Does it smell like the Scent of Spring?” Kazuha asks, watching you examine the flower closely.
You shrugged your shoulders and gave a whiff of the flower. After whiffing the flower, you have concluded that the flower has no scent at all. Therefore whoever named the flower needs to rename it because it doesn’t smell like spring, nor does it smell like anything at all. It does have a hint of an earthy smell, but that could be coming from the rocks and the dirt it’s planted in.
You shake your head. “There’s no scent. The Akademiya scholars will need to rename it because it has no fragrance at all,” you say, proceeding to gently grab it by the stem, lightly tugging on it.
When you tug on it lightly, it does not budge. Not even a little bit. You furrow your eyebrows and pull on the flower harder. The harder you pull on the flower, the more you realize the flower isn’t going to be budging anytime soon. Before you know it, the flower sprays the powder all over you. You freeze and release the flower, blinking at the men, who look at you worriedly.
You breathe in the powder, feeling the powder inhaled through your nose. You coughed and began hacking, punching your chest, doubling over while in a coughing fit. Gorou panics and runs toward you, only for you to shake your head frantically and gesture for him and others not to come any closer.
Gorou whimpers, looking at the others worriedly. “[Y/N], are you okay?” Gorou asks softly.
You calm down after a few minutes and take a deep breath, wincing when you feel the powder in your throat and lungs. You take deep gulps of air and straighten up, looking over at the flower. The flower no longer has a powdery coating on its petals, which was strange because it made you assume the flower never had any powder coating in the first place. What was that thing that coated the flower? Unless it was the flower that spits the powder at you as a defense mechanism?
You stroke your chin. “How strange,” You mutter.
Xiao scoffs. “Yeah, no kidding. You were hacking your lungs up a few minutes ago, and now you’re acting like everything’s okay?” Xiao asks, propping his hands on his hips while narrowing his eyes at you.
You clear your throat, swallowing your saliva. You wince and rub your throat, sniffing the air lightly. You can still feel the powdery substance in your nose, lungs, and throat. It feels awful. It’s almost as if you purposefully inhaled cinnamon or breathed in cinnamon. Your nose begins to itch, making you take your rubber gloves off and rub your nose, hoping to get rid of the itchiness in your nostrils.
Zhongli approaches you and places a hand on your shoulder. “Dearest, are you alright?” Zhongli asks softly.
You wave Zhongli off and nod, but you don’t brush his hands away from you. “Yeah! I’m fine! Totally fine!” You say, giving the men a strained smile.
Before any of the men could speak up, you squeeze your eyes shut and sneeze into your elbow. You quickly act like nothing has happened. The men stare at you, and you stare right back at them. You cough into your elbow to clear your throat. You can still feel the powder lingering in your nose, lungs, and throat. You look over at the flower, and you still don’t see any of the powder coatings that you have inhaled. Whatever the powder was, you only hope it’s not a drug that will negatively impact you and your health. Just when Tighnari was about to open his mouth to say something, you sneezed again.
You rub your nose and groan. “Oh my gosh. I can still feel the stupid powder,” you groused.
“We should head back to the abode and get you checked out,” Dainsleif says, now standing beside you.
“What about the flower? It wouldn’t budge when I tried to get it,” you mutter, pointing over at the flower that looks delicate.
Pierro sighs and closes his eyes. “We’ll get it for you,” he says, looking over at Capitano and nodding.
Capitano walks toward the flower wedged between the cracks in the wall. Capitano grabs the flower by the stem and begins to lightly tug on the flower to see how stuck it is in the gaps.
“Okay, but please be care—”
Capitano grunts and rips the flower from the wall; the flower is still intact and in good shape. Somehow. You look at Capitano blankly, who turns toward you and holds the flower out to you. You, Dainsleif, and Zhongli stare at the flower in Capitano’s hand.
“The flower was firmly planted in the cracks. You need to put more force when you pull the flower out from where it was planted,” Capitano says gruffly.
You grab the flower from Capitano’s hand and place the flower in the glass case. The flower is beautiful, but you’re upset the flower sprayed the powdery substance at you. And now you have to get checked up to see if the powder has any effects on you, your lungs, your nose, and your throat. Other than the lingering feeling of inhaling the powder, you feel fine. You close the glass case and put it back in your backpack, putting the bag on and rubbing your nose with the palm of your hand.
Pantalone looks at you worriedly. “Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t feel strange, do you?” Pantalone asks.
You shake your head. “I’m feeling okay so far! But, we should get to the abode quick. I need to find a safe place to store the flower, then shower to wash this,” you gestured to your body, “off.”
Tighnari, Albedo, Baizhu, and Dottore walk up to you. Albedo, Tighnari, and Dottore pull out cotton swabs and begin to swipe at the powder on your body and put it in a glass test tube. You blink at the men and watch them pocket the test tube, acting like nothing has happened.
You shake your head with a deep exhale. “I’m assuming you’re all going to put it under the microscope to see what the powder actually is?” You ask.
Albedo nods and adjusts his glove. “We’re also going to run some tests on it to see what the powder is made of,” replies Albedo.
You and the men start walking back to the surface of the Chasm. You made sure the men walked ahead of you while you walked behind them. You don’t want to risk the men inhaling the powder while you walk in front of them, and a gust of wind blows the powder to their faces, making them inhale it. Upon arriving at the abode, you take your shoes off and rub your nose. Your nose is still itching, your throat no longer feels weird, but you can feel the powder lingering in your lungs.
“Are we going to the lab, or are we going to the infirmary for my check-up?” You ask, scratching the back of your head.
Other than wondering where you need to go for the check-up, you really want to take a shower and wash the remaining powder off your clothes, hair, and body. The powder got everywhere (it covered you from head to toe, pretty much), and it bothered you.
Tighnari hums and taps his chin. “That’s a good question,” Tighnari hums, tapping his foot on the ground.
“Wait! I’m going to take a shower first, then we can start with the check-up,” You said.
You turn around and quickly walk up the stairs to your bedroom. While you are showering, you scrub every nook and cranny with a loofa lathered in a sakura blossom-scented shower gel. You want to make sure to scrub and wash away the powder sprayed at you.
You might have to dispose of the clothes you wore to the Chasm. You don’t want the powder to be lingering around or spread on other things in the abode (like the men’s clothes). So far, you’re not feeling anything from the powder. The only thing it’s doing to you is making you cough and sneeze occasionally.
You changed into clean undergarments and clothes. You wrap your hair in a towel and submerge your clothes in the water to make sure the powder dissolves into the water. You continue with your skincare routine, making sure to scrub your face for a long time with cleanser.
After your skincare, you walk to your bathtub and drain the water, wringing your clothes dry once the water is completely drained. Once the clothes are wrung, you toss them into a trash bag and take them downstairs, your hair still dripping wet from your shower. You open the trash can and throw the trash bag into it, ignoring the looks the men are giving you.
You clear your throat and turn to the others with a smile on your face. “I’m ready for my check-up now! Do we go to the infirmary, or are we going to get it done in the lab?” You ask.
“Why did you throw your clothes away?” Baizhu asks, pointing at the stainless steel trash bin.
You shrug your shoulders. “I’m throwing them away just to be safe. I soaked them in the bathtub and wrung them dry, but I’m not risking anything!” You huff, propping your hands on your hips.
Dottore approaches you and wraps his arms over your shoulders. “We’ll be conducting a simple check-up on you in the lab. You haven’t been showing any medical emergencies since we returned to the abode. So, I believe we’ll be doing it in the lab,” Dottore explains, turning to look at Tighnari, Albedo, and Baizhu, who nod in agreement.
You and the twenty-five men walk to the laboratory in the basement of the estate. You sit on the closest chair and wait for one of the four men (Albedo, Baizhu, Dottore, and Tighnari) to start the check-up. While Baizhu’s checking up on your eyes, throat, breathing, and your heart, the other men ask you various questions.
“Did you feel strange when you breathed in the powder?” Ayato asks.
“Not really,” you shake your head, “other than coughing and sneezing because of the powder, I feel alright. Although I did feel the powder going into my throat and lungs when it sprayed on me.”
Dainsleif furrows his eyebrows and watches you closely. “Can you still feel it?” Dainsleif asks.
You take a deep breath, only for your breath to get caught in your throat halfway, making you cough. You wince and nod to Dainsleif’s question. “I can still feel it, but not as much as I could earlier,” you croak.
“Here, drink this,” Childe says as he hands you a cup of water.
You give Childe a grateful smile and grab the cup from his hands before gulping the water. After a few more questions from the men, Baizhu concludes that you’re healthy and there’s nothing wrong. But Baizhu did advise you to keep a close eye on your health and body in case anything changes overnight or over the next few days. That is something you don’t mind doing, and you’re planning on doing it anyway.
You look at the flower in the display case in the laboratory. It’s in great condition. Nothing is torn or crushed, thankfully. You get up from your seat and walk toward the display glass. As much as you want to start your research on the flower, your breathing in the powder is already too much for you to deal with. Especially when you have coughing or sneezing fits every now and then.
Kaeya notices the look on your face while you examine the flower. “Oh, no. You’re not conducting any experiments or research right now, bunny. What you need to do is rest,” says Kaeya, crossing his arms over his chest.
You pucker your lips. “I know, Kaeya! I just wanted to make sure the flower is in good condition! After all, Capitano did rip the flower from the cracks,” you say, looking over at the tall man.
Capitano shrugs. “You attempted to be gentle with the flower, and it wouldn’t budge. Therefore, I took it into my own hands and got you the flower you need for your research,” replies Capitano.
You turn toward the flower and continue where you left off. The powder. The flower didn’t produce the powder again, making you wonder if the powder was only temporary or if it’ll make the powdery coating again if the flower was still in the cracks. Even if the flower did produce that powder as a defense mechanism from predators or (in your and the Akademiya’s case) people who want to take the flower from its habitat, the flower did not create any more powder after it sprayed you the first time.
Pierro raises an eyebrow at you. “What’s on your mind, little one?” Pierro asks.
You press your lips into a thin line and shake your head. “Way too much, that’s for sure,” you sigh.
“I think you should take a break for today! We returned to the abode from the Chasm not too long ago. It’s been a long day for all of us, and you should spend the day with us relaxing and doing nothing!” Itto proclaims, pulling you to his chest and patting your damp hair.
You snort and let yourself melt in Itto’s arms. “Alright, I’ll take up on your offer,” you say, reaching up and tapping on Itto’s nose lightly.
Itto scrunches his nose and rubs the tip of his nose against yours. You giggle and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss on his cheek. Itto lifts you up and carries you out of the laboratory with the other men following behind. Some were muttering about how Itto is hogging you for himself and how it’s not fair for everyone else. It’s Childe that’s muttering about it, the others were giving Itto silent glares and looks of disapproval. Itto collapses on the couch with you in his arms, wrapping both his arms and legs around you while smirking at the others that groan loudly.
Diluc rolls his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose while shaking his head. “Itto, can you not hog [Y/N] for yourself?” Diluc asks, frowning at the Oni clinging to you.
Itto gives Diluc a cheeky grin and shakes his head, tightening his arms and legs around you while you lay on Itto’s chest limply. After almost a year of dating these men (holy shit, has it been nearly a year?), you have decided not to fight off their affections and clinginess unless you want them to become even clingier. Therefore you have accepted your fate and let these men smother you with love and affection.
Xiao pulls out his polearm and looks over at Diluc from the corner of his eyes. “Do you want me to do something about it?” Asks Xiao.
Diluc shakes his head, continuing to narrow his eyes at Itto. Itto ignores the look almost everyone is giving him by burying his face into your neck and closing his eyes. You and the men lounge around the living room for the rest of the day. You and Thoma end up making pizza for everyone to eat— you and Thoma made a lot of pizza since everyone has a big appetite. Once the pizza was done cooking, you all dined in the living room with your pizzas, catching up with what had happened at work and school (since you’re an Akademiya student).
The day soon winds down, and everyone has finished their pizzas and is scattered around the living area of the estate. Since Itto decides to hog your attention, the others have decided to do it back to him by doing the same. You were passed around from man to man to snuggle with them. Each time Itto tries to snuggle with you, you’re taken away from his grasp by another man, leaving Itto to pout and complain to the others.
You’re now lying on Pantalone’s chest, slowly dozing off. After consuming about five slices of pizza, you feel really full and really sleepy. Pantalone is reading a book while combing his fingers through your hair, lulling you to sleep. Just when you’re about to fall asleep, you feel someone press their hands against your forehead. You crack your eyes open and see Al Haitham and Kaveh standing in front of you, bending down to examine you.
Kaveh smiles at you, brushing your hair away from your face. “Sorry to disturb your nap. We were just checking up on you,” Kaveh says softly.
Al Haitham lightly smacks Kaveh’s hand away from your face before caressing your face. “How are you doing? Do you feel off in any way, or do you feel okay?
Kaveh scowls at Kaveh, crossing his arms over his chest. You rub your eyes sleepily, continuing to lie on Pantalone’s chest. You stare at the ground, trying to process what’s going on. How do you feel? Well, for starters, you shouldn’t have eaten too many pizzas because now you’re feeling exhausted because of the number of carbs you’ve eaten.
“I’m tired. I’m also very full,” you grumble, yawning. “I shouldn’t have taken up on Itto’s offer of having a pizza-eating competition. Now I feel like I’m pregnant,” you mumble, rubbing your tummy.
“And you beat Itto in the pizza-eating competition. I’m surprised he stopped after four slices of pizza,” Venti interjects, propping his hands on his hips.
You nod. “Me too! And he’s very competitive, and yet he stopped eating after four slices,” you grumble, looking over at Itto, who gives you a sheepish look.
Cyno hums and strokes his chin, glancing at Itto and then over at you. “I guess he didn’t want a pizza-of it anymore,” Cyno commented, shrugging his shoulders.
Everyone around Cyno groans and gives him a side-eye. You snort and shake your head, burying your face into Pantalone’s chest. Whenever Cyno sees an opportunity to crack a lame joke, he will take it. You feel something stir inside you, making you freeze in Pantalone’s arms, making him look down at you curiously.
Pantalone scratches your head gently. “What’s wrong?” Pantalone murmurs, tilting his head to the side to get a better look at your face.
“I don’t know. I feel something strange,” you mutter, sitting up and straddling Pantalone’s lap. “I can’t really explain it. Health-wise, I’m fine. Physically, I am fine as well.” You tap your chin before rubbing your face.
Maybe it’s the effects of eating five slices of pizza, but you don’t think that could be it exactly. What you are going to do is go to bed and take a nap because the sleepiness is catching up to you at full speed. You get off of Pantalone’s lap and rub your eyes, yawning and stretching your arms in the air.
“I am going to bed now. It’s been a long day, and I think sleep is what I need,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck before glancing over at the clock.
Scaramouche gets up from his seat and walks over to where you’re standing. “I’ll take you to your room if that’s okay with you,” Scaramouche offers, holding his arm out for you to take.
“Yeah, sure! I don’t mind!” You say, linking your arms with Scaramouche.
Heizou holds his hands up to stop you and Scaramouche from leaving. “You’re just going to leave us all without a goodnight kiss?” Heizou teases, pouting at you while batting his eyelashes at you.
You roll your eyes playfully and snort. “Ah, I see! How could I forget about our bedtime rituals?” You ask, unlinking your arms around Scaramouche’s arm.
The bedtime routine for you is to bid each man goodnight with hugs, kisses, or both depending on the man. Usually, it would take a while for you to bid everyone goodnight because one man wouldn’t want to hand you over to the next person because he wanted to hold onto you longer— which is where you are currently at: stuck in Zhongli’s arms and his refusal to hand you over to Thoma.
You poke Zhongli’s biceps. “Zhongli, I need to bid Thoma goodnight before going to bed. He’s the last person,” you pout, repeatedly poking him.
Zhongli tightens his grip around you with a sigh. Zhongli leans down to your ear, pressing his lips on your ear. “Must I let you go? How about you stay with me for the night?” Zhongli murmurs, closing his eyes.
“Hey! If I can’t have [Y/N] sleep in my room tonight, then no one can!” Aether complains loudly, plopping down on the couch with his arms crossed over his torso.
You reach toward Thoma. Thoma grabs your hands and pulls you toward him, attempting to pull you from Zhongli’s grasp. Zhongli tightens his grip around you and narrows his eyes at Thoma, who is struggling to release you from the former archon’s grasp.
Thoma laughs breathlessly. “Come on, Zhongli! I’m only going to be bidding [Y/N] goodnight! It’s not like I’ll be stealing them from you for the night,” Thoma rolls his eyes playfully.
Zhongli rests his chin on your shoulders. “Then you can just say goodnight to my dearest and call it a day,” he huffs, burying his face into your neck.
The men watch Zhongli and Thoma plays tug-of-war with you for the next five minutes. You end up breaking the tug-of-war by batting at the two men like a cat. You give Zhongli a look before slowly walking toward Thoma, wrapping your arms around his waist and narrowing your eyes at Zhongli, who narrows his eyes in return.
“Who knew the God of Contracts is clingy,” Kazuha chuckles, shaking his head.
Gorou leans toward Kazuha and whispers, “I don’t think I would want to be Zhongli’s competition. He’s more possessive over [Y/N] than we all are.”
To be fair, all of the men are possessive over you. And you gotta admit, you love it when the men are possessive over you. Who wouldn’t be? Imagine having twenty-five attractive men wrapped around your finger, and they’re willing to rip an arm off of someone if they (the person that isn’t in the harem) touch you? Despite you loving the men’s possessiveness over you, you did set a boundary they cannot cross, and they respect those boundaries of yours. Plus, they may be possessive over you, but they’re not overly possessive to the point where you cannot talk to anyone that’s not them, nor do they prevent you from doing things you love and going outside the abode.
You unwrap your arms around Thoma and walk toward the stairs. “Okay, goodnight!” You said, waving at the men and running up the stairs to your bedroom.
The next day, you’re rudely awoken from your sleep by the feeling of throbbing between your legs and your body being overheated. You look around your bedroom sleepily and panting. You sit and toss your blanket off your body. Your body is covered in a thin layer of sweat, nearly soaking through your clothes. You’re not entirely sure if your menstrual cycle is close or not because you’re feeling unbelievably horny.
You end up taking a shower to wake up and cool your overheated body. And now here you are, sitting in the bathtub, letting cold water rain down on you while you try to find a way to relieve this feeling between your legs. You’re not a prude. You’ve masturbated to relieve yourself before. But this feeling is stronger, and it's unavoidable. Therefore, that is what you did in the shower for the next fifteen minutes— trying to relieve yourself and soothe the aching between your legs. Did it work? No, it did not work at all.
After your failed attempts of trying to relieve yourself, you step out of the bathroom. The only bright side is that you’re not covered in sweat like how you were when you first woke up. Well, rudely awoken from your sleep, to be more specific. You’re tempted to go back to bed and sleep the horniness away, but you know it won’t be going away any time soon. Your thoughts are interrupted by someone knocking at your bedroom door.
“Who is it?” You ask, slowly walking to the door.
“Oh, good! You’re awake! Are you ready for your check-up today?” You hear Tighnari ask.
You sigh in relief. A check-up, right! That’s what you need right now so you can know what’s going on with your body.
You grab the door handle and open the door. “Is the check-up going to be now, or will it be after breakfast?” You ask.
Albedo shrugs. “Whichever is good to you. We can give you a check-up before breakfast if that’s what you prefer,” replies Albedo.
“Can we do it now? I’m not feeling well, and I don’t think the check-up should be delayed any longer,” you said, leaning your head against the door frame with a shaky sigh.
Tighnari and Albedo look at you worriedly before taking you to the laboratory in the basement of the estate. While escorting you to the laboratory, the three of you walk past the other men. They greeted you, but you were busy telling Albedo and Tighnari the issue to acknowledge them. The men ended up following you, Tighnari, and Albedo to the lab.
In the laboratory, you’re sitting at the examination table. Baizhu takes your temperature while Dottore presses the back of his hand against your forehead. You’re very warm, almost like you’re running a fever despite feeling healthy. Unless you count the heat coursing through your veins and bubbling inside your guts to be unhealthy.
“Let me make this clear: you woke up feeling like you’re a dog in heat, and you were covered in a thin layer of sweat,” Scaramouche says, leaning against the wall.
You nod hesitantly and narrow your eyes at Scaramouche’s comment. “That is correct. Although I wish you didn’t include the ‘dog in heat’ part,” you reply, fidgeting in your seat.
Itto looks at you quizzically. “Are you sure you didn’t wake up from a wet dream? It happened to me before, and you know how that ended,” Itto says, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
You do; you do know how it ended. It ended with Itto using you like a cocksleeve for almost three hours. That man is an Oni. Therefore you’re not surprised that he can go on for that long. Heck, he could go on longer if he wanted to, but seeing how worn out you were, he decided to stop at the three-hour mark. You couldn’t walk for the next few days, and you made Itto carry you around the estate as punishment. Then again, it’s not like Itto was forced to do it. He offered to carry you around, and you accepted his offer.
Ayato rolls his eyes after hearing Itto’s comment. “You did not need to mention that at all, Itto. You could’ve stopped at the question,” Ayato mutters, crossing his arms over his chest with a sharp huff of breath.
You think about it for a minute. It’s possible that you could have woken up from a wet dream, but usually, you remember your dreams. If you did have a wet dream, you wonder what it’s about because it made you feel like, according to Scaramouche, a dog in heat. Maybe it is a wet dream, but the heat inside your core and the throbbing between your legs feels unbearable. You’re trying to keep yourself together and not fall apart in front of the men.
“Are you guys sure it’s not the powder that is causing [Y/N]’s body to act this way?” Thoma asks, looking at you worriedly.
Your eyes widen, and you nod, pointing at Thoma. “Yeah! What he said! It’s most likely the powder from the flower that’s causing me to feel this way!” You exclaim.
Kaveh hums and looks at the flower sitting in the glass case. “Since you, Dottore, Baizhu, Albedo, and Tighnari have yet to experiment or study the plant and powder, I’m not entirely sure if that’s something we can automatically confirm to be the reason why you’re feeling this way,” Kaveh comments, tapping on his chin.
“Then what else could be affecting [Y/N] this way? They didn’t eat anything weird, and I’m sure it’s not a wet dream Itto claims it to be,” Al Haitham interjects, narrowing his eyes at Kaveh.
You run your fingers through your hair with a frustrated sigh. You know it’s the flower that’s making you feel this way. You’re the only one that got sprayed by this flower, and you inhaled large gulps of this mysterious powder. Days before going to the Chasm, you felt fine. You didn’t feel like a dog in heat. There’s no pit of fire in your core that is raging days prior to going to the Chasm.
You rub your temples with a frustrated sigh. “Is there a way for me to…. Stop this feeling? Or at least put it on hold, or make it less torturous?” You ask.
Archons, this is so frustrating. How else are you supposed to calm this heat in your gut? It’s driving you insane, and you want it to stop. It feels like you have a fire pit in your core, burning wildly, inextinguishable.
“The best we could tell you is to masturbate, but I’m assuming you already did it,” Dottore says, raising an eyebrow at you, the corner of his lips quirking up.
You huff and look away, your face becoming hot under his and the other men’s gaze. “So much for helping,” you mutter. “It’s gotten to the point where it starts to hurt a little bit,” you add, swinging your feet back and forth.
“Maybe whatever you’re feeling will go away as the day progresses. I think the best thing Dottore, Baizhu, Albedo, and Tighnari could do is give you medication,” Cyno comments, looking over at Baizhu, who walks up to you and hands you a small pill.
“This should help ease the pain you’re feeling. If the pain worsens, or if the feeling you’re experiencing right now progresses, please let us know,” Baizhu instructs, stroking your hair.
You grab the cup from Gorou’s hand and swallow the pill. After swallowing the pill, you and the men walked back upstairs and got ready for breakfast. The medication sort of eased the pain, but it did not quell the heat in your core.
You tried your best to ignore it, but the heat is hard to ignore because of how strong it is. Once you have finished breakfast, you excuse yourself and retreat back to your bedroom. The feeling of needing to be relieved died down for about four hours. It’s still there, but it’s not as bad as when you first woke up. You’re able to take a peaceful nap without being rudely woken up by the intense throbbing between your legs.
While you’re napping in your bedroom, the men are in the laboratory, trying to figure out what the powder could be. The flower does not have the powder on it, even if it's been almost twenty-four hours since you and the men have taken it from the Chasm. Dainsleif stares at the flower intently, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
“I find it strange how the flower had powder on it before we discovered it. What’s even more strange is how the flower didn’t produce any more of the powder,” Dainsleif mutters.
Childe shrugs. “Maybe the reason why the flower didn’t produce any more of that powder is that we ripped it from the roots,” Childe suggests, stroking his chin while pacing back and forth in the laboratory.
Diluc looks over at Dottore, Albedo, Tighnari, and Baizhu. The four men are conducting experiments on the powder that is sprayed all over you. The flower continues to sit in its case, untouched. Diluc runs his fingers through his red hair and sighs.
“A Mora for your thought?” Kaeya asks, standing beside the wine tycoon.
Diluc pinches the space between his eyebrows and sighs for the umpteenth time. “It bothers me that we can’t find a way to help [Y/N]. It’s affecting them so much that they had to request to take medication to ease the pain,” Diluc replies.
Aether and Heizou approach Kaeya and Diluc.
“If it’s something we’re suspecting, then there might be a way to help them ease the pain,” says Heizou, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.
Xiao narrows his eyes at Heizou from across the room. “Why are you so calm about this? Do you not care that [Y/N] is suffering?” Xiao demands, pushing himself off the wall and walking toward Heizou and Aether.
Xiao is now standing in front of both Aether and Heizou, his arms crossing over his chest while he glares at Heizou, who blinks at him calmly. Aether laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, and Aether pats Xiao’s shoulders. Xiao doesn’t flinch. Instead, he continues to stare at Heizou with a small glare.
“I think Heizou is trying his best to remain calm. We won’t be able to find the solution to [Y/N]’s suffering if we’re all panicking and hovering over them constantly,” Aether explains.
Over at the table where the four men are conducting the research, Venti trots up to the four men and peek over their shoulders with curiosity. Albedo is looking at the powder from under the microscope, and they’re all wearing masks to prevent themselves from inhaling the powder.
“I highly suggest you wear a mask when you’re entering our area. It’s not safe if you’re with us unprotected,” says Albedo, handing a surgical mask to Venti.
Venti shrugs his shoulders and puts the mask on over his face before gazing at the four men curiously. “So! Do you guys know what the powder is?” Venti asks.
“They’ve been inspecting the powder for a while now. It can take some more time for them to figure out what it really is,” Pantalone hollers from across the room.
Gorou hums and plops down on the loveseat in the laboratory, resting his elbow on the armrest. “Do you guys think the flower produced that powder, or did someone else put the powder on it so it can prevent people from taking the flower from the Chasm?” Gorou asks while his ears twitching with worry.
Capitano nods. “It’s possible that someone could cover the flower with the powder. If it is true, then we’re going to need to find out who it is,” Capitano answers, leaning in his seat.
Kazuha sighs and leans his head back, closing his eyes. “How long will it be until we get the results back?” Kazuha asks, turning his head in the four men’s direction.
Dottore slowly looks away from the test tube and takes his mask off before approaching where the others are gathered in the lab. It’s been almost an hour since you retreated to your bedroom to get some sleep. Therefore, it has been nearly an hour since he, Albedo, Baizhu, and Tighnari have been working closely to find out what the powder is made of and what it does to the human body.
“It shouldn’t be taking longer than two hours if there are four knowledgeable people working together to get the results,” Pierro mutters, his eyes scanning the laboratory with disinterest.
Kaveh sighs loudly, leaning against the wall with his head tilting forward. “And how much longer is that? I feel like we’ve been down here for way too long,” Kaveh complains aloud.
Al Haitham rolls his eyes at Kaveh. “Can you not complain for the day? All you do is complain about the littlest things, Kaveh,” Al Haitham says, shooting a glare in Kaveh’s direction.
Kaveh scoffs and is about to retort when the other three men begin muttering to themselves. Everyone looks in their direction and slowly approaches them, stopping three feet away from where Albedo, Tighnari, and Baizhu are standing.
Heizou looks at the three men curiously. “Did you guys get the results?” Heizou asks, raising his eyebrows at them.
Tighnari, Albedo, and Baizhu look at each other worriedly. The three men nod and take their gloves off, tossing them into the trash bin. They all give each other looks as if they’re mentally debating with each other to see who’s going to announce the results to everyone in the laboratory.
“We should’ve known what it was in the first place,” Tighnari sighs, slapping his forehead with a deep frown.
Aether looks at them anxiously. “What are you guys implying?” Aether asks, clenching and unclenching his fist.
“The powder that sprayed all over [Y/N] is a—”
Gorou and Tighnari perk up suddenly, their eyes widening, their pupils dilated. Back to your room, you wake up, and the medicine has either worn off or it wasn’t strong enough to diffuse the heat in your core. You kneel on your bed, curling up into a ball and groaning and whimpering. The aching between your legs has grown immensely. You feel your underwear becoming damp. Your wetness dampens through not only your underwear but also your sleep shorts.
You roll off your bed, bumping into your nightstand. The water pitcher and glass cup tumble off the nightstand, shattering into millions of pieces. You groan and fall to your knees, hugging your lower abdomen and whimpering softly. You didn’t know whether you wanted to clean the mess off your bedroom floor or continue to writhe in pain on the floor.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted, pressing your hot and sweaty forehead against the wooden floor of your bedroom.
The heat in your core feels like a cramp. It hurts a lot, and you don’t think there’s any medication downstairs that can ease the pain. Not even masturbation can quell the pit of fire in your core. It hurts too much, and the ache seems to only grow even more.
Ayato sighs. “Well, go on! What is it?” Ayato asks, raising his eyebrows at Baizhu.
Baizhu sighs. “The powder that sprayed all over [Y/N] is an aphrodisiac. It’s sex pollen,” Baizhu says.
Cyno raises his eyebrows at Tighnari and Gorou. “Why are you guys acting that way?” Cyno asks.
“We need to check on [Y/N] immediately,” Gorou orders.
Everyone runs back upstairs to the estate and toward your bedroom. You lay on the ground, curled up in a ball, your sweat getting on the floor of your room. At this point, your clothes are drenched in sweat, and your underwear is completely soaked through. You want to feel humiliated, but you’re too hot and bothered to even feel a pinch of embarrassment.
Loud sets of footsteps and chatter are coming up from the stairs. Your eyes widen, and you quickly get off the ground and crawl to the door to barricade the door with your body. The door handle jiggles. You quickly reach for the door handle and lock it to prevent anyone from coming into your room.
Childe curses under his breath. “Snookums? Are you okay?” Childe asks, banging on the door lightly.
You let out a shaky breath. “I’m fine, Childe.” You whisper, leaning your head against the door.
“No. You’re not fine. We found out what you accidentally inhaled back at the Chasm,” Diluc replies, pushing Childe away from the door.
You sigh and press your lips into a thin line, fanning your overheated body with your sweat-soaked t-shirt. You’re tempted to strip off all your clothes, but the painful ache between your legs and the heat in your core is making it hard for you to do anything besides remain sitting where you’re at.
“You inhaled a large amount of aphrodisiac. We’re not sure whether the flower produced the aphrodisiac or if someone purposefully covered the flower with it to prevent people from taking the flower,” Capitano replies, leaning against the door frame.
You let out a breathless laugh. “That makes sense. No wonder I feel like a dog in heat,” you croak, closing your eyes and resting your head on the door.
“Please, let us in. We can find a way to help you with what you’re going through,” Kazuha pleads.
You shake your head, knowing the men won’t see it. As much as you want the feeling to go away, you can’t have the men be involved. You would rather ride it out and wait for it to disappear from your system.
You swallow the dry lump in your throat. “It hurts so much, but I don’t want any of you to get involved. Let me ride it out, and I’ll be fine,” you whisper.
Dottore sighs and rubs his forehead. “That’s the problem, [Y/N]. The only time the aphrodisiac will wear off is if you do something about it, not ride it out alone,” Dottore explains.
You curl your toes, run your fingers through your hair and start to pull at the roots. Your breathing is labored, your chest is heaving, you feel so hot, and you want it all to go away.
“I don’t want to force any of you to help me with my issue,” you mutter, wiping your sweaty neck with the back of your hand.
You wince when you feel that the back of your hand is also sweaty. You’re so hot. Not even the cool air in your bedroom can cool you down. Heck, you think if the men were to leave you in Dragonspine, the sheer cold wouldn’t bother you one bit.
Dainsleif sighs and close his eyes. “You’re not forcing us to do anything, sweetheart. We want to help you, and seeing you suffer is the last thing we want you to go through,” Dainsleif replies, trying to open your bedroom door, only to no avail.
“We? All of you are going to take turns rearranging my insides, or is it going to be one person that does it?” You mutter, wiping the sweat from your eyebrows with the collar of your shirt.
Xiao looks at the men from the corner of his eyes. “I would prefer to have you for myself. I don’t like sharing,” Xiao states.
Itto perks up after hearing Xiao’s response. “Yeah! Me too! If there’s someone that can help you ride through this wave of sex pollen, it’s the one and Oni!” Itto says, pointing at himself with his thumb.
You laugh nervously, rubbing your neck. “I don’t know how long this aphrodisiac is going to be in my system, but for now, I think one person should suffice,” you murmur.
“Do you have a preference in mind? Immortals? People with furry ears? Old people? People with eyepatches and masks?” Venti trails off, looking at the men around him.
You shake your head. “No, I don’t have a preference. If I did, I wouldn’t be dating all of you now, would I?” you mutter, closing your eyes.
“Alright! Now that’s settled, we’ll send in someone! Just open the door, and whoever is chosen will step into your room to help you with your problem,” you hear Heizou say.
“Okay,” you mumble.
You unlock your bedroom door and slowly crawl away from the door. Everything is silent, other than the faint sound of your panting. You hug your knees to your chest, digging your fingernails into your calves. You watch the doorknob slowly turn, and the door cracks open.
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An Alhaitham x Reader one-shot series, this time featuring Kaveh...
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Summary: Alhaitham left you in tears, angry, both physically and emotionally hurt beyond words. While traveling to Port Ormos on a mission from the sages he has put you under the care of his roommate Kaveh, who ends up taking your consolation into his own hands...
Word Count: 9.4k
Part 1
Part 2 (smut)
Part 3 (big smut)
MINORS DNI!!! SMUT BELOW THE CUT!!
Tags include: References to sexual violence, sex/oral sex
“Grrr, that BASTARD!” You exclaimed furiously as you slammed the door to Alhaitham’s room shut. You were covered in bruises, aching all over, and completely naked beneath the sheet you had just stripped from his bed.
The sheer audacity that man had to think he could contain you inside his own home. To rope his roommate into holding you here against your will. It made you so furious you were practically seeing red.
You glanced around Alhaitham’s spacious bedroom – the huge bed, towering bookshelves and the wardrobe cabinets that lined the walls, with stained glass windows on the other side. It was luxurious – everything in his damned house was luxurious, thanks to the hefty salary he earned from the simple work as a Scribe. You only seethed further as you thought about him.
You looked down at your dirty body, stained with the hickeys and bite marks he had left and covered in his cum, and you only grew more angry.
Unwrapping the sheet from your body, you discarded it in the corner of his room before walking to the bathroom. The extravagant tiled floors and high ceilings of the ensuite oozed opulence. It was also spacious – more spacious than any other bathroom in his house.
Your eyes were immediately drawn to the ornate bathtub at the far wall – it was beautiful, made of colorful stained glass that matched the decor of the house.
A bath sounded simply wonderful after everything you had been through. You wasted no time at all as you beelined for the tub and began to run the water.
As the tub slowly filled up, you glanced around at the marble countertops that held various bottles of soaps, serums, and perfumes. You picked out the most expensive and rare-looking ones, deciding that you should make good use of his things while you were stuck inside his house.
You walked over and poured the entire contents of one bottle into the tub, watching the stream of water turn it into a thick layer of bubbles. Then, you opened a second bottle and began to pour it as well. As the tub filled up, you dipped your toes into the hot water before slowly slipping in and settling down with a loud sigh. The heat was soothing, a much needed therapy after such an intense day.
You didn’t realize how sore your body was until your muscles began to relax. Your limbs ached as you ran your hands over your skin, washing away the sweat and dirt. It felt amazing – opening yet another bottle, you poured its contents into the bath as well. The various soaps mixed together in the hot water and filled the room with a soothing smell.
You soaked in the bath until your fingers became wrinkled, rinsing your hair out one final time before stepping out of the now-lukewarm water.
You wrapped one of Alhaitham’s large fluffy towels around you, walking out to the bedroom only to realize you didn’t have any clothes.
Sighing, you began to look through Alhaitham’s wardrobe for something to wear. You pulled out one of his sleeveless shirts, lips curling downwards as you felt the sheer mesh material. You continued to rummage through his clothes until you found a soft-looking shirt.
You slipped into the oversized shirt, drying your hair off with the towel before dropping it onto the floor with the dirty sheet. Turning towards the bed, you realized you should probably make it since you had no intention of leaving the room and facing Kaveh in the living area outside.
So, you rummaged through the cabinets once again for clean sheets, bringing them over to the bed only to see the completely ruined dancing outfit Nilou had lent you earlier that day.
Suddenly, you were fuming again.
How dare Alhaitham do that to such a beautiful outfit.
Throwing the bedding down on the mattress, you turned to face the wall covered in books.
You knew Alhaitham kept his books meticulously ordered. He followed the damn dewey decimal system, and it infuriated you. Everyone else simply arranged their personal collections alphabetically or by author, but this bastard just had to use the same system as the house of Daena.
‘Well, I can do something about that.’
You began to pull the books from the shelves, shuffling them around randomly. At the top, you took a couple books and spelled out ‘f u c k y o u’ with the first letter of their titles.
Once you were certain there was no remnant of the horrendous ordering system Alhaitham used to use, you stepped back and nodded smugly to yourself.
“Alright, back to making the bed.”
You began to pull the sheets over the mattress, making the bed so you could sleep comfortably. Before getting into bed, you pulled a random book from your shelf, knowing that some reading would certainly lull you to sleep.
As you slipped under the covers and opened the book, your eyelids quickly became heavy. You were exhausted – the lunch-date in the city, the dancing with Nilou, the… whatever it was that you had with Alhaitham. It had all drained your energy, and you quickly found yourself setting down the book to close your eyes, shutting off the lamp at your bedside.
However, sleep just didn’t seem to come.
You began to toss and turn in the bed, too much going through your mind. You were still angry – hurt, even – from what Alhaitham had done to you. After everything you had been through, after all these years of being hot-blooded rivals who fought tooth and nail just to 1-up the other, to end up humiliated and fucked-out by him was infuriating. And the fact that you loved it made you feel even worse. Were you truly mad that you allowed yourself to be ruined by Alhaitham, or were you only mad that he had the audacity to leave you and trap him here right after?
You couldn’t sleep.
Not with this much anger that simmered inside you.
As you laid there, the anger only seemed to build and build until it reached the breaking point.
“UGH!” You screamed, sitting up as you threw your pillow across the room. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck YOU!”
You began to grab things blindly from the nightstand, hurling them madly across the room.
“I HATE YOU!” Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you grabbed the lamp from the nightstand, throwing it against the wall with a crash.
You felt the sting of a cut on your palm, but ignored it – along with the deep ache in the rest of your body. You were just too angry.
With nothing left on the nightstand to throw, you merely curled up in a ball on the sheets, a sob wracking your body.
“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?” Kaveh’s voice came from outside the door. “I heard something shatter.”
“Go away.” You sobbed.
“You don’t sound alright…” You heard the door creak open as Kaveh walked in and turned the lights on, but you didn’t move from where you sat at the edge of the bed.
“Archons, what happened in here?” Kaveh stared at the random books and miscellaneous items strewn across the room, that you had thrown only moments ago.
You merely sniffled, trying to ignore Kaveh in hopes that he would simply give up and leave.
However, the Architect’s eyes were quickly drawn to the crimson splotches on the sheets below you. It was dripping from one of your hands.
“You’re hurt.” He hurried over to you, kneeling down in front of the bed and reaching for your bleeding hand.
You let out a ‘tch’ as Kaveh gently opened your hand, straining the cut on your palm and sending pain shooting through your nerves.
“Let me get a first aid kit.” Kaveh stood up, his shoes clacking against the polished wood as he ran out of the room to get his briefcase that he left in the living room.
Mere moments later, he was kneeling in front of you, pouring salve onto the open wound and carefully wrapping it up. He tried his best to ignore the tears that streamed freely down your face as he did this, reminding himself over and over that what had just happened between you and Alhaitham was strictly none of his business.
He finished wrapping the bandages around your hand, taping the end down gently to secure them.
“There.” He sat back on his heels. “All done.”
Kaveh placed the first aid items back into his briefcase, latching it shut. He glanced up at your face for a moment, noticing your unfocused stare at the far wall and the tears that continued to drip from your cheeks.
“I’ll uhm… Get going now.” Kaveh began to stand up, but was stopped by a hand that flew out to catch his wrist.
He paused, turning his attention back towards you.
“Why…” you murmured, “Why am I so angry?”
Kaveh paused.
“Alhaitham hurt you.”
Your eyes suddenly focused again, fixating on Kaveh’s face.
“I…” Your lip quivered as your words fell short.
“I’m sorry.” Kaveh spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
The blonde leaned over, pulling you into a tight hug. The action felt reflexive… almost instinctual. Kaveh just wanted to comfort you. He could see the fresh bruises forming on your neck, the bite-marks that peeked over the collar of your shirt, the cut on your lips that was beginning to scab. His eyes flitted downward for a second, catching a glimpse of the large bruises that covered your thighs.
He couldn’t believe Alhaitham treated you so poorly; the marks on your body looked painful. You were beautiful, intelligent, and deserved to be cherished – Kaveh wanted to scold Alhaitham as soon as he returned.
Since he had lived with the scribe for a couple of months now, he knew fully how horrible Alhaitham could be… Yet at the same time, his words echoed in Kaveh’s head.
‘I’m entrusting her to you.’
Kaveh wondered what Alhaitham’s true intentions were… But his attention was brought back to reality as you began to speak.
“Kaveh…” You murmured.
“Yes?” He asked, pulling away from the hug.
“Will you lay down to sleep with me?”
“It-” Kaveh paused as he looked into your teary eyes. He was about to tell you that it would be inappropriate for a man to sleep with a woman like this, especially one wearing what seemed to be only a shirt and nothing else, and covered in the marks and bruises left by another man.
However, in this moment, he realized you needed him. You needed someone to give you the kindness and love that Alhaitham didn’t give – that Alhaitham couldn’t give.
As Kaveh’s heart simmered with indignation at the Scribe’s unfair treatment of you, he finally finished his sentence.
“If it will help you sleep, then of course I will.”
The blonde moved slowly, slipping himself under the covers beside you. He tried his best not to feel awkward as you slid across the bed and closer to him, but he couldn’t suppress the shudder as you wrapped one arm around his torso and nestled your face into his chest.
Kaveh could swear his heart was trying to beat out of his chest as he felt you sigh against him; he hoped you couldn’t hear it as you rested your forehead against his chest. He took a deep breath, recognizing the scent of Alhaitham’s soap on your still-damp hair.
The architect finally began to relax as he pushed his work for the day out of his mind, resolving to get it done the next day. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the warmth and proximity to you.
He felt you shift in bed, but thought nothing of it… you were certainly sore so he assumed you were simply trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in.
That was, until he felt your lips press softly against his.
Kaveh’s eyes flew open as his breath fell still in his lungs – why were you kissing him?
As much as he wanted to hold still, to wind his fingers into your hair and pull you to deepen the kiss, he simply couldn’t. He felt too guilty – after what Alhaitham had done to you, while you were in a relationship with Nilou, he couldn’t bear to take advantage of you as well.
Kaveh pulled back, his eyes flitting across your face. It was dark in the bedroom so he could barely make out the outline of your expressions.
“What are you doing?”
“Please, Kaveh.” You murmured, your voice trembling. “I need you.”
“But- you’re in a relationship…” He trailed off, his eyes continuing to analyze what little he could see of your face in the darkness.
“I’m not.” You responded flatly. “Why do both you and that bastard think I am?”
“You’re… not?” Kaveh muttered.
He suddenly felt ashamed – he was the one who saw you and Nilou at the Grand Bazaar, and assumed the worst. He was the one who told Alhaitham, and now Kaveh’s thoughts began to spiral as he wondered if he inadvertently caused the argument between the two of you.
“If you’re wondering about Nilou, she’s my best friend. I don’t know why anyone would assume we were in a relationship.” You sighed, thinking back on that outfit Alhaitham had destroyed, growing upset once again. “And I’m… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you without asking. I’m just desperate to feel loved… after everything that happened.”
“You deserve to feel loved.” Kaveh spoke softly, running one hand through your soft hair. “You’re beautiful. You’re smart. You’re kind. What isn’t there to love about you?”
“Then…” You murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “Will you fuck me like you love me?”
Kaveh’s eyes widened in shock.
“Wait, are you sure-”
“You don’t have to actually love me. You can just pretend you do.” You murmured, sliding one hand along the curve of his waist.
“I…” Kaveh murmured, his heart continuing to race as he felt your hands on his body. “I’d like to take you on a date first. To learn more about you. To build that kind of trust between us… before doing anything intimate like this.”
“But… we’ve already been intimate, haven’t we?” You mused, trailing a finger up his shoulder.
“Well- we have, however that was under much different circumstances-”
“So, don’t you trust me?” You asked, bringing your face closer to his once again.
As Kaveh felt his lips brush against yours, he cursed the Archons for making him feel this way… It was like you were begging him to ravage you.
“I- I do trust you.” Kaveh murmured. “But are you sure you want to do this…?”
“I am.”
As the words left your lips, Kaveh pressed his against your own. Your hands gripped his waist tightly, pulling him closer to you as you deepened the kiss. You became hungry, desperate for the intimacy that Alhaitham had ruined for you.
Kaveh’s kiss was soft, tender, and passionate. It was nothing like the aggressive ones you had earlier that evening. The architect’s hands began to roam over your body, running through your hair, down your back, sliding across the curve of your waist.
His lips parted from yours to travel down, laying feather-light kisses along your neck and collarbone, over top the dark purplish marks that marred your skin. He then pulled back, staring at your flushed face.
“You’re beautiful.” Kaveh murmured, tracing his thumb over your cheek as he held your face gently.
Kaveh continued to pepper you with kisses, the tender gestures sending heat rushing into your abdomen; he treated you with such delicacy and care, it was as though he believed you were made of glass. He was so gentle as he kissed and nipped at your skin that it slowly began to frustrate you.
“Kaveh, please.” You spoke, your hands latching around the narrowest part of his waist as you shifted in bed. You pushed Kaveh onto his back, and you lifted one leg over so you were now straddling him on the bed.
Kaveh thought you looked angelic – your face flushed, the oversized t-shirt hanging off of one shoulder, the dreamy look in your eyes as you stared down at him.
“I want you.”
Your voice was something between a sigh and a purr as you rocked your hips ever-so-slightly. Kaveh faltered as he felt you press against his clothed member, embarrassed that he was already becoming hard. You could feel the shape of his erection against your crotch; you slid forward, unaware that you were leaving a smear of slick along the front of his pants.
“Ahn,” Kaveh groaned from the pleasurable friction, trying his best to restrain himself. “Are you sure you want to keep doing this? You’re hurt.”
“How many times do I have to ask you for it,” You whined, “I want to fuck you… No, I want to make love with you.”
“Hahh, Y/N…” Kaveh sighed. “I want that too.”
That was all the indication you needed – you shifted your hips off of his lap as your fingers worked deftly to unbuckle his pants and free his rapidly stiffening member. Kaveh let out a faint “tch” as you wrapped your hand around it, working far more deliberately and deftly than you had the last time you did this to him.
As your warm lips wrapped around the head of his dick, Kaveh quivered with pleasure; he was instantly hard.
“Hnn, Y/N~” He sighed as you pushed more of him into your mouth. You began to bob your head, relishing the curves and edges of his cock. You relished the sounds he made as you pleasured him; the way he let out the slightest moan sent heat rushing into your core.
Kaveh was stunned at how eagerly you seemed to devour him. This didn’t seem like lovemaking at all; you seemed hungry, unsatiated, desperate for him. He sighed, realizing you likely never learnt what it truly meant to make love, after your first sexual experience being under the influence of an aphrodisiac and your second being the hellish hate-sex that Kaveh heard through the ceiling earlier.
The blonde reached his hands down to your head, tucking a piece of your hair back before running his fingers through it. He began to lift your head, urging you to stop your ministrations.
“Here.” He murmured, “Let me please you instead.”
“O-okay.” You nodded, unsure of what to do as you sat back on your heels. Kaveh guided you over, and you laid down on your back as his fingers hooked under the hem of your shirt to lift it over your hips.
His hands graced over your legs, guiding them open gently as he settled between them. His hand pressed a little harder against one spot and made you wince. Kaveh immediately withdrew his hand, glancing at where he had touched you, realizing just how hurt you were. He could see the painful-looking bruises that mottled your thighs, some of them in the shape of handprints. Kaveh seethed; how dare Alhaitham hurt you like this.
“I’d never treat a work of art so carelessly,” Kaveh murmured, dipping his head down. He left feather-light kisses along your legs, each one covering another bruise and bite-mark from Alhaitham. As Kaveh neared your core, he picked his head back up.
“Let me know if I’m hurting you, even in the slightest.”
You nodded, and Kaveh took this as your acknowledgement. He dipped his head back down, his breath fanning over your exposed heat and making you hold your breath with anticipation.
The wet heat of Kaveh’s tongue covered your eager folds, his lips settling around your clit. Kaveh began to suck and lap at your sensitive bud, his movements slowly growing in intensity as you sighed with pleasure.
His hands ran over the dip of your hips, gently gracing over the bruised skin, sending shivers through your body. As his tongue swirled around your clit, his lips working in unison to send pleasure and heat like fire through your core, you moaned in delight.
“Ngh, Kaveh~”
His nipping and lapping grew more vigorous, slurping noises filling the room. His tongue dipped down momentarily, pushing into your leaking entrance, and Kaveh relished the taste of your slippery arousal on his tongue. You sighed as you constricted around his tongue and raised your legs up to wrap around his head.
The blonde brought a hand down, ever-so-gently pushing a finger into you. He was careful not to hurt you; he moved slowly, pushing it in all the way before beginning to steadily pump it in and out of you.
Your sighs turned into pants as you felt your orgasm begin to build; Kaveh’s movements were tender yet deliberate, as if he were soothing your body while stimulating it.
Kaveh began to nip more eagerly at your swelling clit. He added another finger slowly, pushing it in carefully so you wouldn’t feel any pain from the stretch.
All you could feel was pleasure as Kaveh pressed the pads of his fingertips into your gummy walls; the dual-motion on your clit and inside your pussy pushed you faster and faster to climax.
As he heard your moans grow in intensity, he picked up his pace, eager to draw your orgasm out of you. The lewd noises of his lips grew louder as his fingers pumped faster.
And finally, with a shaky sigh, you were finally pushed over the edge as you convulsed around Kaveh’s fingers. His movements slowed but didn’t stop, steadily prolonging your climax. Your legs relaxed, falling from where they were latched around his head.
As you came down from your high, Kaveh withdrew his fingers from you, dipping his tongue down to scoop up the slick that had pooled in your entrance. He lifted his head, putting both fingers into his mouth as well, licking your arousal off of them.
You stared up at Kaveh with a lust-filled gaze. You weren’t sated – at least, not yet.
As Kaveh sat back on his heels and pulled off his shirt, you stared at his dick; for such a lewd body part, it seemed beautiful. You loved how his pale shaft curved slightly, meeting the blushing tip that stood upright in the air.
“Are you okay to continue?” Kaveh asked.
“Yes. Please.” You murmured, staring up into his amber-bronze eyes.
Kaveh reached over you and towards the nightstand, opening the drawer to rummage through it. He withdrew a small foil square, returning to his seat between your legs as he tore it open with his teeth.
“Wait.” You spoke, and Kaveh froze in place. His eyes flitted over you, searching for a reason why you’d want to stop. However, what came out of your mouth next made his eyes go wide.
“That asshole had condoms all along?!”
“He didn’t use one?!” Kaveh exclaimed in disbelief.
“No,” You shook your head.
“That bastard!” Kaveh groaned. “Does he have no sense of respect?!”
“I just want to forget about him.” You sighed, staring off to the side.
“Here.” Kaveh leaned over you, his lips hovering over yours. “Let me help.”
Capturing your lips with his, Kaveh rolled the condom over his shaft and lined himself up with your entrance.
You sighed into the kiss as you felt Kaveh’s tip press into you. He moved slowly, bringing a second hand up to stroke your hair and distract you from any discomfort. His lips worked down your jaw and neck, laying a delicate peck on each mark left by Alhaitham.
Kaveh began to move slowly, staring down intently at you for any indication of pain. His penetration did hurt – but you wanted it so badly, no soreness left behind by Alhaitham could deter you. Kaveh’s hips moved smoothly, slowly picking up his pace, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he continued.
“You’re so beautiful.” Kaveh murmured as he continued to rock into you. He relished the way you sighed from the pleasure. He held a steady pace, thrusting into you rhythmically, focusing more on your pleasure than his own.
“Faster.” You whispered, your breath tickling Kaveh’s ears.
“A-are you sure?” Kaveh asked, knowing that you were most certainly still hurt from what Alhaitham had done.
“Please, Kaveh.” Your voice came out more like a whine than a question, and the blonde immediately began to pick up his pace.
Kaveh was careful; he knew you were bruised, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you – he had no idea you actually enjoyed it. He began to thrust faster, refusing to fully bottom out, having seen the dark purple bruises that covered your inner thighs and ass.
“More, please,” You moaned, desperate to feel all of him.
Kaveh obliged; he began to push into you faster, his hips gently meeting your ass at the bottom of each thrust. You let out a breathy moan from the friction and pressure of his dick inside of you.
“Harder.” You murmured, and Kaveh began to grow worried about you.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Kaveh responded, his voice airy as he continued his movements.
“Hurt me, Kaveh.”
Kaveh’s eyes widened ever-so-slightly as he realized what you meant. He didn’t know how to feel about hurting a woman like this; but you wanted it. You asked him for it.
And so, Kaveh began to pound into you, his hips slapping against the plush of your ass as he filled you over and over with his cock. Pants began to fill the room from Kaveh’s exertion and the pleasure that began to fill your body.
Through the rapid and forceful thrusts, Kaveh could feel your walls tighten around him. He stared down at your face and realized it was contorted with pleasure. You loved this feeling, even though Kaveh knew you were in pain at the same time.
“Yes,” You panted, your eyes rolling back in your head.
Kaveh grunted as his hips snapped against yours, realizing that at this pace, he would cum too soon. The way you seemed to relish this feeling only turned him on even further.
“Archons, Y/N-” Kaveh murmured, squeezing his eyes shut as he continued to pound into you. His abs flexed with each thrust, his muscles quickly growing fatigued from the relentless pace you demanded of him.
The coil in your stomach began to tighten faster and faster, your legs instinctually moving up to wrap around his waist. This gave Kaveh greater access to your core, and allowed him to thrust even deeper into your desperate pussy.
“Kaveh, I’m- I’m gonna-” You whined, the coil building far too fast now, Kaveh’s thrusts pushing you over the edge.
You cried, convulsing around his cock, your legs shaking as Kaveh continued to pound into you. Kaveh’s pants began to turn into groans as he felt you constrict violently around him, as if you were trying to strangle his dick with your walls.
Now that you came, Kaveh couldn’t hold it back anymore. He quickly came after you, shooting his load into the condom as his thrusts finally stilled.
Now, the room was filled only with the steadily slowing pants of the both of you. Kaveh leaned down once more to lay a gentle kiss to your forehead, one hand stroking your cheek. You unwound your legs from where they were wrapped around his waist, allowing him to withdraw from him. Kaveh began to sit up, but your hands flew up to his shoulders to hold him still.
“Can we… keep going?”
“Huh?” Kaveh asked, surprised. He’d never come across a partner who wanted to keep going.
“Please.” You begged, suddenly shifting your weight to roll Kaveh over, landing the blonde on his back as you began to straddle him.
“Ngh, wait,” Kaveh blurted out, shocked.
You didn’t stop, however, as you lowered your swollen lips onto Kaveh’s half-hard cock, running it up and down his length as you rolled your hips.
Kaveh was far too hard far too soon after cumming. He stared up at your angelic body, relishing the gaze of lust you were giving him.
“Wait, first you have to change the co- Ngh!”
Kaveh’s eyes rolled back as you quickly settled on top of his dick, sheathing it fully inside your soaked cavern. It sent so much pleasure shooting through his body that it bordered on pain, forcing the blonde to squeeze his eyes shut.
You quickly began to ride Kaveh, slamming yourself down on him over and over. Your arousal dripped from you freely, turning the slapping sounds louder and wetter than before as you began to coat the base of his shaft and his lower stomach with slick.
Kaveh’s hands flew up to your waist, not to control your movements, but because he simply needed something to hold onto as pleasure surged like fire through his body.
You chased the high faster and faster, ignoring the burn of fatigue in your legs and the painful soreness as you landed on your bruised ass over and over. You were desperate, filling yourself with Kaveh’s dick over and over, your breasts bouncing in the air as you moved over and over.
Kaveh opened his eyes to see how desperately you were ravishing him, staring at your body as you used him.
“Archons, Y/N, what are you doing to me?” Kaveh groaned.
You didn’t know.
You were just trying to cum.
But why… why were you doing this?
You’d never truly felt loved in this way before, resorting to the mindless chase of pleasure and forgetting that you were overstimulating the person trying to make love to you. Far too many emotions rushed forward at once, forcing tears to well up in your eyes.
Both you and Kaveh had feelings emerge that you’ve never had to deal with before. Kaveh merely wanted to love and care for you, and didn’t realize just how warped your sense of love and pleasure was. He realized this was most likely because of how Alhaitham treated you… not just today, but how he’d treated you since the two of you first met.
As Kaveh saw a droplet trail down your cheek while you continued to ride him, he couldn’t hold it in anymore either, and began to cry as well – from the overstimulation, the way you seemed so desperate, the feelings he felt that were far too intense…
Your bouncing became erratic as you pushed yourself closer and closer to your climax, the tension in your abdomen building and building until you came with a pathetic cry.
You finally fell still. Settling on top of Kaveh as your pussy convulsed around him, you threw your head back as you fell fully into your orgasm.
“Fu~ck…” Kaveh choked out, his chest shaking as he sobbed. The tears freely streamed down his face. He was overwhelmed by pleasure and his feelings at the same time; it was far too much for him to deal with.
You fell forward, coming to rest on top of Kaveh’s chest. A choked sob escaped your lips. The both of you were now crying, and Kaveh wrapped his arms around you as he cried. His hands moved from your back, to your hair, to your cheeks, to your waist, roaming around your body in search of comfort.
You didn’t understand.
You made love, you came, you enjoyed it. Yet why were you still so angry about Alhaitham?
The way he treated you earlier. No, the way he’d always treated you. Why did it upset you so much? You shouldn’t even care about him. At least, not with another man’s dick inside of you.
You were overwhelmed.
However, after everything that happened, you were far too exhausted. The heavy veil of sleep quickly settled over you as you relaxed into Kaveh’s warm embrace.
Kaveh noticed your sobs had turned into steady sighs, and craned his neck to look at your face. You seemed to be peacefully asleep – somehow passing out like a light.
He moved carefully, shifting himself off of you as he slowly pulled himself out of you. Even though he didn’t cum a second time, he was soft anyway – his emotions were just too overwhelming for him to continue to be turned on.
Kaveh slipped out of bed, tying off and discarding the condom before heading into the bathroom to grab a towel to clean you up.
He was a gentleman, after all, and would never skip the necessary aftercare.
~~~
You sighed, your body shifting under the covers, enjoying the relaxing warmth of your bed.
As you slowly emerged from unconsciousness, you had the stark realization that this wasn’t your small bed in your tiny Sumeru city apartment. You were inside Alhaitham’s spacious bedroom, surrounded by walls of books and beautiful stained glass windows.
There was a shifting behind you, a warm breath against your shoulder, and you realized someone was behind you. Thinking for a moment that it was Alhaitham, your heart stilled in your chest as you whipped your head around.
At the glimpse of messy blonde hair, you realized it was just Kaveh.
He had been holding onto you tightly, his arms wrapped around your waist and his face nuzzled into your neck. As you slowly withdrew from him, you realized how serene he was. It was tempting to settle back down, to enjoy his embrace, to fall back asleep in his arms.
However, the previous day’s events haunted you. Alhaitham had left for port Ormos without you on a mission that the sages gave him and not you.
The hot fury of indignation filled you, and now you were suddenly completely awake.
You couldn’t handle it anymore. You needed to go after him, to go to port Ormos, even though the mission strictly wasn’t yours.
You carefully slipped out of Kaveh’s embrace, watching silently as the blonde shifted in bed from your absence and then settled back into a deep sleep. You left the room, quietly shutting the door behind you, to grab your things and prepare to leave as soon as possible.
You rummaged through your suitcase, pulling on your clothes, throwing things into your bag. There was no time to waste – Alhaitham had a large head start.
As you tip-toed through the front foyer, you tried the front door, only to realize that it was locked from the inside as well as the outside.
“Dammit.” You muttered to yourself. “Of course they’d try to lock me in.”
You shook your head, stepping back and staring at the door, only to realize half of it was covered in stained glass. Very expensive, but very breakable stained glass.
With a jump and a kick, you had broken through the window and tumbled onto the front steps outside. The sound was loud and grated your ears, but you looked around at the streets outside and nobody seemed to be around to notice anything – it was still very early in the morning.
You stood up and dusted yourself off, then looked back at the front doors. It was a shame that you had ruined such beautiful stained glass, but Alhaitham had more than enough money to replace it.
You turned back around, beginning to jog down the stairs and the road at the bottom. The journey to port Ormos was long, and you needed to make it in good time.
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As Kaveh heard the shattering of glass, he sat straight up in bed. He glanced around the room and quickly realized you were nowhere to be seen – save for the neatly penned note left on the pillow beside him.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he blinked as he read the note.
‘I’m sorry, I can’t stay here anymore. Enjoy the last padisarah pudding for me. I left it in the fridge.’
note: idk, just this old man in his almost dragon form is making me go feral, so I'm making a part 2 — so, sorry if this is kinda short. THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS! 🥳 A whole blown smut before I go vanish for a while because I have to prepare for our research defense IN A WEEK, KWKSKSKKK —
It seems like you ended up going all the way when he seems to have not calmed down by the way his fingers are trembling as it reach to you — it seems like you have to tame your dragon now.
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Warnings: SEXUAL CONTENT; size kink (yes), dacryphilia, biting/marking, unprotected sex, missionary, riding, doggy style (don't ask me why I know this positions), oral sex, (I'm addicted to his fingers), oral fixation, pet names (yes), lots of dirty talk (yes), edging (yes), Zhongli has horns this time, Zhongli in rut, pheromones, cervix fucking (because, he’s that big), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, submissive Zhongli (mhm), a little bit of fem!dom and soft!dom Zhongli (you’re telling him what to do, he’s asking you what you want — CONSENT KING!), afab!reader.
MASTERLIST
Part 1.
The whiff of the tensing atmosphere had been evident at his face as he pants on your mouth — fumbling his fingers through your skin as his claws digs, but still careful not to break your skin. His scent got stronger, luring you to go further; to have you touch him more than you're already touching and caressing him. His whole weight's pressed against you, almost making it hard to breath, but enough to let you feel lightheaded. His scent..... there's something off with his scent as he continue to kiss you hungrily, swirling his tounge harshly that you couldn't keep up with his pace anymore.
“Zhong — li!” You huffed his name as you pulled on his dark hair as he grunt in response, the harsh tug making him dive into your neck again as he licks, sucks and bite at the already swollen skin at his early ministrations. You feel hot and bothered, already feeling yourself dripping in anticipation as he tugs on your nightwear, the thin fabric of the sleeveless strap on your shoulder were hurriedly pulled down to reveal your chest.
He takes his time to admire you panting harshly underneath him, lips swollen and eyes twinkling with the same equally desire he could feel seeping between your thighs. Your chest were exposed to his visions as he drinks up the way you look below him right now — and how he seems to look..... massive and intimidating with his golden eyes glowing, the horns on the top of his head were prominent and sharp just like his claws as he paws on your chest, thumb tweaking gently on the nipple, making you gasp as your back arched at the feeling of his warm, large hand through your mound.
The scent earlier had reappeared again, this time, it smells forest and wood as you breathily moaned through the silence of night, closing your eyes at the sensation of both of his hands now experimentally caressing your mounds. The scent became prominent and more stronger as he watches you, pushing your thighs with his knee to settle himself between as you wrapped your legs on his waist, watching him with half-lidded eyes as your mouth fell open when you felt the massive problem you made between his thighs.
“Mhm, Zhongli,” You muttered his name when he leaned in to enclosed his mouth on your mound as you let out a sharp gasp of pain when his sharp teeth graze on the nipple as your hands immediately grasped his horns, grunting when you tightened your grasp. “N-No teeth, baby.”
He obliged, using his prolonged tounge instead to flick and suck on your nipple as his hand work on the other. Your body convulses at the foreign feeling of his warm tounge on your chest as your hips beginning to twitch, only making contact with his erection as you sharply hissed when you felt his pants created fiction on your only panty-clad clit as you earned a whiny sound from your lover.
His lips kiss lower as he littered your chest and stomach with marks, kissing every inch of your body, worshipping your glowing skin under the moonlight as his head finally settles between your thighs. You weren't even sure if he know how to do this — or is he in his right mind now as you finally taken a good look at Zhongli's expression; his golden eyes are glowing, imitating the golden sun that rays within the daylight —although his eyes were clouded enough to let him show you how he wanted to go this far and how his scent differs when you register what's happening with him now.
He's experiencing the heat of his cycle right now. His mind were haze when he smells your arousal, mind blown at the sight of the wet patch on your panties as you tug gently on his hair, pulling it backwards gently as he stared at you like a lost puppy.
You watched his tounge graze on your inner thigh, leaving yet another marks on your skin as you sighed at the feeling. You were dripping, and he could smell you and your fueling desires as his fingers dips between your thighs to finally reveal your aching heat on his sight, golden eyes trembling at the sight of your sticky arousal dripping before he finally dives in, mouth open and tounge out as he experimentally lick at your entrance up to your clit that made your body shook and a loud moan fell off your lips.
You taste divine, heavenly and intoxicatingly that even though, he don't know exactly what to do — he dives in, tounge lolling out to take a better taste of your dripping arousal now mixing with his saliva, making a huge mess on his face — but, he did not care as he poked his tounge through your entrance and you're wailing at the sensation, eyes rolling and closing immediately as you cry out, grinding your hips now on his face as he let you use his tounge, prodding and poking on your entrance, but as tight as you are — he had a hard time inserting his tounge inside of you at how tense you are.
So, he put a hand on your navel, pushing your hips down on the bed to stop you from grinding on his face as he finally feel how tense you are right now — you don't really know where to place your hand at the euphoric feeling, although it did frightened you a little, Zhongli has been nothing, but patient with you the whole time as he waited for you to tell him to stop and he will obey — although, the only thing that had been falling on your mouth is nothing, but moans and whines.
“Calm down, darling,” He kissed through your inner thighs, trying to make you feel relaxed as he reach for your hand, intertwining it with his as his other arm hooked underneath your thighs to keep you close on his face. "You can tell me to stop, and I will. You're so tense, I can't push my tounge in."
You feel the heat went through your cheeks as you flushed red on his bold comment as he watches you with gleamy, golden eyes to wait for your response.
"Stop saying such lewd things, My Lord!" The endearment fell on your lips as you felt him smile against your skin, nuzzling his nose on the mark he made on your inner thigh.
"I was just.... are you sure about this?" You were sure his patience had already cut through in a thin line, yet his voice were still deep, yet gentle in your ears. Earlier, you were encouraging and even boldly teaching him how to kiss and now the gentle dragon on your arms changed into a raging beast as he answered you with his mouth enclosed on your clit, making your body jolt and back arching yet again away on his bed as you writhe and harshly panted when his tounge finally settles inside your cunt, earning a broken moan as he felt breathless between your thighs as he slurps and drinks up on what your pussy can give to him.
You were too engrossed to your own pleasure, couldn't keep up on his relentless tounge when he started a faster pace, the sound of your arousal and him eating you out without a break that you wondered if he could even breath. You curse underneath your breath when you feel his two digits prodding inside, stretching and scissoring you open as he continues to laps on your clit, making out with your pussy as what he did on your lips.
He felt you tightening on his digits as you wriggle on his grasp, trying to hold your orgasm as much as you can as you wanted to feel his warm tounge and fingers more you could ever imagine. Never in your thoughts he's such a fast learner with someone inexperienced even though, he have such a handsome face and large figure. He uses his sharp canines to graze on your clit just like what he did to your nipple, doing what you taught him to kiss with your pussy as his fingers penetrated deep enough as he grinds his digits inside, specifically finding that spot that will surely will bring you in your end of sanity.
"Fuck, ah, fuck — Zhongli!" His fingers felt deep as his nails added the heightening pleasure that your ears started ringing. You felt the coil tightening on your lower stomach as you mutters his name like a prayer aside with pleas and your warning at your impending orgasm.
It wasn't long until the tip of his fingers graze on that one spot he finally found as you failed to warned him when something snaps inside of you as you came, back arching and mouth falling open with a silent scream as you gripped on the sheets and at his hand intertwined with yours. He moans lowly as he lapped at your pussy, messily eating you out to ride your high as your hips twitched and his fingers drenched with your cum. Gasping as you watch him licked his lips clean.
“You taste so good.” He muttered a praise, placing a chaste kiss on your lips as you taste yourself for a moment as he admired his drenched fingers glistening with your cum. He also admired the mess he made between your legs — all dripping wet and drooling as you reached for his wrist, taking his two fingers he used to take you in that brink of orgasm that left you shaking as you put his soaked digits on your mouth, swirling your tounge around as you taste yourself, humming on his fingers as he stared at you in bewilderedment.
You look sexy, seductive even as you keep an eye contact with him sucking on his fingers. He never could thought you will appear more attractive than you already are as your hand reach to work his clothes off — unbuttoning his dress shirt as you finally saw what's underneath — this was truly the Geo Archon — his whole arm covered with black and gold patterns up to his hands that you didn't even noticed. He looked divine, a God bestowed upon on top of you as you shakily sighed. He noticed your admiration, though he searched for any discomfort nor hesitations on your eyes — he found nothing, but desire and sincerity as he watched your fingertips graze on the proof of him being the God of contracts — the Archon distinguished by in a form of dragon that you had yet to tame.
“Zhongli...”
“Are you sure about this, darling?” It was now his turn to ask you as he sits up straight, fumbling on his belt as he slids it off slowly to let you have time to rethink and back out even though he could feel it on his throat; his heat cycle — his rut that is now beginning to rise on his body as he sighed. “I'm sure, there's still some another time for this.”
He assured, although he intentionally let his pheromones swift on the air to make sure you will be relaxed — the scent he let out will help you take him a lot more easier, although he was sure you were still as tight fit, he'll make sure he will make it fit without hurting you in a way that you would say no and cry on his embrace — no, he wanted to make you cry out of pleasure just like what he did while eating you out; now he wanted to make you cry out with his cock — although he wasn't sure if you can take it even.
But, the glint and determination in your eyes only urge him futhermore as he zips his pants open and your hands fiddles on the sheets as you watch his cock springs up, and — oh, my — surely a size of an Archon as it slaps on your inner thigh, heavy and leaking with pre-cum as you reach for his cock — your hand look much smaller as you sure you can't even wrap your hand around it at all.
He hissed through his teeth when he felt your warm hand on his massive cock as he takes a hold of both of your thighs, lifting it up on his shoulders as you breath heavily when you realized what position are you in.
A perfect position that he is sure to ease himself inside of you all the way in.
You shuddered when he placed a gentle kiss on your thighs, his cock now resting heavy on your stomach, gripping the tip with your thumb, he hissed at the pressure as he lowered his head to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as his cock twitch on your hand. He's pulsing and sensitive as his tail moves franctically, wrapping around your body and you shuddered at the feeling.
“Let me make you come one more time, you're still tense, darling.”
You giggled, “I think, you were more nervous than I am. Please, just take me.”
He shook his head on your neck, placing another kiss as he created more purplish marks on your skin. He sits up straight again, running a hand through his hair as his muscles flexed. His golden eyes staring down on your stomach where his cock lays awaiting.
“You see this, darling?” His fingers graze on top of his tip, just right below your belly button as you watch him pressed on the spot, “This is how deep I am going inside of you.”
You whimpered at his words, his fingers working magic inside of you again as you writhe underneath him, hands clawing on his wrist, on his arm, and on his chest as he pushed his third digit inside of you, the burning stretch of his thick fingers aches, yet your pleasure and sensitivity on heightens when his thumb added pressure as it pressed on your clit, slowly circling and caressing the swollen bud. The pleasure had your hands working on his cock too, moving your hands around his shaft as his breath hitch as he moans lowly.
“Z-Zhongli, ah,” There it is again, his name falling on your lips whenever you were near your climax, eyes rolling back of your head when he pump his fingers inside of you a little faster — his fingers work deeper that he doesn't need to find that spot anymore as the tip of his finger had already hitting that spot again and again, hips twitching and lips unable to form a flowery of sentences as you keep calling his name again and again. “Please, please, please!”
He didn't know what you are begging for aa he studied your expression, furrowed eyebrows and half-lidded eyes as your mouth fell open.
“K-Kiss me, kiss me!” You finally plead as you yelp at the sensation, hands trembling as you reached for his neck, pulling him down to capture his lips at another passionate kiss as you gasped on his mouth, body trembling when your orgasm came crashing down on your body. He had pulled out his fingers, only placing it with his own cock as his tip slides in easily now that you're still coming, clenching around him as he hissed, moaning on the kiss as your eyes widened.
His fingers felt nothing like his cock; warm and huge as it stretch you further than he already did on his fingers. You hold on his shoulders, scratching his skin at the pain as you cry out his name. Your orgasm seems to prolonged as your pussy convulsed around his cock — although he had only pushed the tip in as his golden eyes fixed at the way you swallow his tip in.
“Relax.” He growled, mouth latching on your skin as he tried to calm your trembling body down as he push another inch in, savoring the feeling of your pussy tightening around his cock, and he's not even halfway.
“Ah, it hurts! Slow down, baby, please.” He hummed in your skin as he worked himself inside of you, easing every inch that you can or can't take anymore as your hand scratch on his chest.
You felt like coming at the sensation, the delicious stretch of his cock is making you dizzy, adding that his scent from earlier had swift on the air again —making your head dizzy at the pleasure as your thighs wrapped around his waist. He propped himself on his elbow besides your head as he stares down at you — your eyes intently looking down on where you two are connected, seeing how he's not even halfway in but you feel so full at the moment.
“So tight..... how do you feel, darling? Does it hurt? I can pull out.” He muttered, even though he's already at his limits into ramming his cock all the way inside, though, when you move your hips forward — he already had an idea on what you're planning as he moaned, the friction of your thighs scraping on his pants made you feel frenzy as you gasped, taking inch and inch until you took all to the base.
He's awestruck at the way you move your hips as Zhongli felt your pussy convulsing again — a sign that you're coming for the third time of the night. He grunted at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him cock and milking him in all its worth as your teeth sinks on the skin of his neck as you harshly panted. He moaned at the feeling mixing altogether.
“Fuck, tight.... so tight, ah,” He moaned directly in your ear that made you shivered, already so sensitive as his fingers graze on your nipples, only adding at the sensitive sensation of your body. He felt uncomfortably massive inside of you, yet you finally got used at the delicious stretch of his cock. “I could feel myself here on your stomach, darling.”
“Ah! Don't press it!” You warned when you felt the palm of his hand presses on the bulge of your stomach as you pant.
“M-Move, Zhongli, please,” You muttered, placing a kiss on his jaw as he gulped. Your move your hips backward, just enough to let his cock slid out, leaving his tip in as both of your hands cradle on his shoulders for support. You slam your hips back forward and gasped, taking him whole again, the rough drag of his cock inside is making your nails dig on his skin as he moaned out. “L-Like that, Zhongli. Please.”
“How —”
“Move your hips like this,” You instructed, loosening your thighs around his waist a little as your palm planted on his chiseled abdomen, feeling the muscles flexed as you push his hips away just to plant your ankle on his lower back to push him all the way in inside of you again and your back arched. “T-That —! Ah!”
“Mhm, ah,” He moaned directly in your ears as he started to move gently, pulling out to leave the tip in as he slam all the way back inside again. The slow pace he made is making you feel more of him as he relished at the way you coated his cock with your cum as it made a noise other than the moans and whines falling off your lips. “Feels good, feels so good.”
It felt way more hotter than it already is a moment ago when Zhongli felt more harsher and body trembling at the feeling of your pussy sucking him tightly — but it felt like there's still a long way until he will feel that impending orgasm he still have to chase. Right now, you were wailing, moaning and gasping at his slow pace, savoring the heat of the moment until you will beg him for more, although you honestly did like this pace where you could feel every vein and inch of his massive cock drilling slowly as his tip continuously poking on your cervix.
Every drag of his cock has you trembling underneath as he pants, staring down at you — studying your expression as it turned more desperate; like you were begging for more, begging him with your eyes as your body bounce with each of his heavy thrust. His hips moving in erratically rhythm, yet he managed to hit that spot inside of you when he aimed his hips a little higher that had your voice getting louder and breathier.
His mouth latch on your neck again, creating more and more marks that you are sure will stay for week or two. The scent had appeared on the air again as you gasped, clawing on the skin of his back as your thighs tremble when he sent a certain harsh thrust. He remove your other hand on his back, holding it right on your stomach and you sweae you can feel him moving in and out in your own flesh, his cock dragging along your walls as you hissed out a cry.
“Zhongli, Zhongli, Zhongli —!” You continue to mutter his name like a prayer as he hummed in your mouth, lapping on your jaw through your chin where you drool. His lips captures yours as his mouth drown any sounds — tounge dancing around yours as he sucks on your tounge. Your hips begin to move, meeting his thrusts halfway — the bottom of your thighs beginning to redden when it keeps scraping the rough texture of his pants.
“Please, please — ah!” He grunted, unclasping his lips to yours as his mouth agape, watching your expression, brushing your hair out of your erotic face.
“What do you want, darling? Tell me. I'm doing nothing if you won't tell me.” He answers with a breathy laugh as he place kisses all over your face and you giggle, enjoying his affection through the heat of the moment.
“Faster, faster, please.” You plead and he hummed against your throat.
“Are you sure? I'm giving you some time to get used to it, sweetheart. Take your time, I'm not going anywhere.” He retorted back and you huffed, planting your hands on his chest as you push him down on the bed, keeping him still inside of you as you gasped when your ass made contact with his thighs — he's much deeper this time and you regretted quickly when he's now underneath of you, golden eyes widening and his mouth agape when your pussy clench at the sudden deep intrusion that had your thighs trembling and hands planting on his chest for support.
“I-I'm not letting you go anywhere — ah — not when y-you're finally inside m-me.” You stuttered, slowly and surely, you move your hips up, taking the half of his cock out as you drop all the way down again, moaning when he's now fully hitting your cervix at this position without even moving. He hissed at your words, honeyed eyes eyeing your glorious form on top of him, admiring the blue-purplish marks on your skin and chest, down to your stomach where he could see his huge cock taking a shape down to where your pussy has swallowed every inch he could give to you.
“Move, darling, please.” He pleads, holding on your hips as he rubs the bruised skin caused by his claws, his other hand clasping on your own for your support and you shoot him a seductive smile, eyes glinting with mischief and, Archons forbid what you’re possibly thinking right now, because the God below you, whose panting and losing his mind at the tight grip of your warmth — the Geo Archon, whose moaning and calling your name is under your mercy.
He’s completely lost with lust, the smell of sex mingling with your sweet scent (that, he can only smell) adding on his heightened senses as he feels way more hotter, the gold patterns plastered on his arms glows more prominent as you took notice.
You bit your lip — he looks so sexy right now. Never in your life you’ll think you can have this Archon, your lover in a beautiful mess on his own sheets. He’s losing his sanity at your mercy, yet he managed to not push you back on the bed and fuck you right then and there.
Maybe, he got more self control than you have — although that doesn’t matter; he’s finally inside of you, he’s finally got the urge to make love to you even though you knew, he would regret and blame himself tomorrow because of the blooming marks he left on your body. Though, you don’t mind, still, you have to comfort him if anything. Why will you worry about what happen after this? Now’s not the time to be clouded by your impending thoughts when he’s already whimpering and breathily moaning underneath you; begging you to, just, please, move just a little, maybe just a little.
Zhongli had anticipated that you will now move — but, he didn’t expect that you will move your hips — like this!
He gritted his teeth as his hand intertwined with yours tightened when you move your hips forward and backwards — not up and down — as you grind your hips down, swollen clit rubbing on his skin as you throw your head back, moaning and gasping as his tip continue to grind on your cervix. Your hips twisted and moves eratically as you finally got the strength to move up and down, body bouncing on top of him as you place both of your hands on his thighs for support.
Zhongli gasped at the pressure of your hips, eyeing the bulge appearing on your stomach as his moans turns into breathy moans and a little high pitched whines that he didn’t even know if that’s his voice anymore. He can feel you coming again as you pull him to sit up, slamming your lips on his own — something he catch up that became your habit whenever your orgasm came crashing down on you. Your lips move unnecessarily, teeth clashing and tounge dancing.
“C-Close, ah —” He moaned in your mouth as his hips started to move on its own, you swear you could feel him in your throat now. He’s pulsing, body trembling as he harshly pants in your mouth, slurping and sucking on your mouth as you scratch the back of his skin, adding the oversensation pleasure rising on his lower stomach until —
“Fuck —!” He huffed when you pulled out, his golden eyes tearing up as he felt his climax unrealesed. He already had an idea beforehand that you will pull something like this, but he never knew you were such a heartless woman. He made you come several times, why can’t he?
You giggled at his situation, almost feeling bad, yet you want to tease him just a little bit as your hand grasp on his aching cock, still hard and drooling with pre-cum and your cum coating, making his cock appears slippery on your palm as he hissed — sensitivity had touched his body when he’s deprived from coming inside of you.
“Ah, darling, please,” He whines, eyes teary and how could you deny those pleas? He looks so submissive right now as he stared up to you. “L-Let me come.”
“Only if you will do what I want, My Lord,” You softly says before lifting your hips as you turn around, back facing him as you stand in all fours, arching your ass on his cock as he drools at the sight of your pussy gaping and leaking. “I want you to fuck me; fast. Show me how much of a dragon you are; show me what a real dragon and a beast you are, Lord Morax.”
He hissed underneath his breath, hurriedly pushing his knees down on the bed as he lines up back to your pussy, putting a large hand on your lower back to make you arch deeper more as you mewl at the position — this position will make you sure he can push everything of him inside of you as he put the tip in, a breathy whine escapes his lips when he can feel himself pulse inside of you. His other arm landed beside you as you take the opportunity to hook your arm around his wrist for support.
Because the way he’s literally breathing hard, mixed with growls and huffs is a sign that he’s making sure you were satisfied — or dying of pleasure by the end of this session.
You already deprived him of his impending orgasm, now that you were in a vulnerable position; back arched and caged on his large form — you were sure there is no escape. He already has his huge cock shoved inside of you to the hilt and he wasted no time drilling his hips, hips clapping on your ass as your grip tightened on his arm, bracing yourself at his pace; fast and hard, ramming on your every spot and hitting all the way to your cervix as he huff a chuckle, followed by a certain loud moan that escapes his lips when you were clenching hard again.
“AH —! Zhongli!” You screamed, scratching on the skin of his arm as you reach your other hand behind, only to grasp on his horns as he grunted when you tug harshly, his pace only quickening in an inhumane speed as your legs gave out, chest planting on the silk sheets as he paws on your breast, sucking on the skin of your back as he did not stop his aching pace that had you coming again for the numerous times of the night. “Mhm, Coming! I’m coming!”
Unlike what you did, he continue his harsh pace, as he bites on the skin of your neck, marking you again and again to make sure he’s all yours — and you are all his to take. You already had his heart on your hand, your body is made for his marks, and your pussy is perfect for his cock as he’s ramming a harshly, sharp thrusts, just to made you a complete, babbling mess underneath him.
Your teeth enclose on the skin of his hand crawling away from his drilling hips as your other hand reached for anything; his sheets, trying to run away from his cock, but he only catches your wrist, pinning it down on the bed as you moaned, muffled as you plant your face on his bed.
“You — ah — fuck, you wanted this, right, darling?” He muttered in your flushed ears as you whimpered when his arm enclose to your shoulders to pull you back upwards in mid-air, bracing on his arm when he used it as his leverage to even fuck you faster and deeper as you helplessly move your hips to meet his fast and hard pace. “S-So, don’t fucking run away, because I’m not done with you, yet.”
“AH — AH! ZHONGLI!”
“Hmm, yes, darling?” He bit on your earlobe as he felt your body shook on his grasp, relishing at the way your hips trembles and eyes rolling back on your head as he licks at the nape of your neck. “What do you want?”
“You —! Ah! Please, please, please, please!” You plead — you didn’t even know what you’re pleading anymore as your head spin at the overwhelming pleasure, tightening more on his cock as he moaned out in your ear. His pace became sloppy, the wet sounds between your body became louder as his pace became uneven.
He hissed, “What do you want? Tell me, I’ll give you what you want if you’ll tell me, ah.”
“Come —! Come inside!”
You didn’t have to tell twice when he’s already whining with an unusual tone, moaning when you heard a pop! sound as you gasped, feeling his cock getting more bigger than before as his hips stilled, his cock pushed through the hilt as the fire on your stomach explodes, milking him dry as your body shakes on his grasp.
You’re wailing when you feel something inside of you — before you feel warm spurts of his cum painting your insides as his denied orgasm came crashing back as he moaned, sinking his teeth on your shoulder and your eyes watered at the double sensation of his teeth and his cock knotting you — both pain and pleasure adding to the mixture of sweats and sex as your body goes limp, so as your lover when his grasp loosen, but not completely letting go of you as your body dropped on the bed gently.
“Mhm, you’re still coming?” You genuinely asked and he grunted, nuzzling his nose on your cheek as he planted a kiss on the tip of your nose.
“Shit — don’t even try on pulling something like that to me, sweetheart. This will happen, alright?” He answered with a huff and you giggled. “Although, my heat won’t be completely gone for sure, will you still help me?”
You pursed your lips as you breathily sighs. It seems like, you still had yet to tame your dragon when it looks like he will not be stopping tonight.
Disclaimer; This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
