[kittyxiaoluver]

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#Vee, 20, she/he

STATUS!... Requests: Closed Thirsts: Open, always

WRITING FOR!... Genshin Impact, JJk

Keep in mind, this is a dom reader only blog.

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[fru1ttart]

-×The Worst of Them All×-

Word count: 3.9k words

SMUT slight angst?

gojo satoru × gender neutral reader, top!dom!reader × sub!bottom!gojo, no gendered pronouns, college!au, reader is hinted on having male anatomy (it can be interpreted any way though), playboy!gojo, playboy!reader

tw; unhealthy relationship, kind of toxic relationship, gojo being a creep and spying on you in one part, obsessive gojo?, gojo having unhealthy thoughts

cw; dirty talk, degradation, praise, voyeurism?, solo masturbation, assisted masturbation?, rough sex, multiple rounds, overstimulation, dry orgasms, slight god and worshipping kink

ngl was tired of the "fuck buddies but then reader falls in love" stories so here's the opposite happening :)) it's also just gojo throwing a tantrum too ALSO, really bad dialogue and dirty talk lmao, you've been warned

You and Gojo weren’t unheard of on campus. 

Both of you do pretty well in academics, have a good social life, you two both get along well and have very similar interests.

And you both love to sleep around. 

No matter the person, no matter the gender, as long as they can get either of you off, it’s good enough. 

Scummy, right? But you two were the best fucking slags on the campus, to the point where you both wore it in a sort of pride. Best buds having the best time in college. Being roommates made that even better. You guys would have one fucking someone in their room, or even participate in threesomes together in rare chances. 

But despite all those other people you two would mess with, nobody could compare to the bliss you both felt when you guys did it together. 

Neither of you expected it to go that way. At first, you two just fucked others and were good friends. But after a long night with too many drinks, when you both stumbled into your dorm, as if you took a bite from the forbidden fruit, slipping into delicious ecstasy… You both couldn’t stop after it.

As if demons of lust invaded your minds, tempting you both to descend into inescapable bliss, you two seemed to get even closer together. Sure, you still mess around with people here and there, but when you two have any choice, you both would grasp at any opportunity given for a quick fuck with each other, and even longer ones back at your place.

You both decided to have some form of rules now.

1. You both have to let the other know if you are going out

2. You both need to let the other know if you are bringing someone over

And just like your other regular hookups,

3. No feelings

It was so simple. 

Right?

So why was Gojo having such a hard time with it? During the beginning, it was fine. He would text you when he was coming over with his hookups or one night stands, and you would do the same as well. 

It was easy. You both followed the rules.

But the more nights you two spent together, the more Gojo kept feeling like he was getting drunk off of you.   

The way you touched him in the right places, how you kissed him juusstt right– the way your breath feels against his skin, how you move your hips against his, how you whisper such filthy delights into his ears, the way your fingers dig into him, how you mark him so addictively well—

Suddenly every time his phone dinged with a message from you on how you’re bringing someone over, it pissed him off. 

Everytime he heard the whorish moans from some random person coming from your room, he wanted to bash the door open and prove how he is just so much better. How you don’t need anyone else.

He thinks about how good you are. He must make you feel good too, right? After all you two keep coming back to one another and then fuck like animals in heat. You feel it too… Right? 

When he claws at your back, wailing from pleasure as you hit his prostate repeatedly, how his thighs clamp as he orgasms for the nth time, letting out choked sobs as you don’t seem to stop as you chase after your climax that’s just so fucking close–

You feel good too. Right? You feel this intoxication like he does. Right? You have to. You must. He can’t be the only one feeling this way. No matter who he gets with, no matter if he is topping or topped– 

You have ruined him. 

This isn’t fair. He didn’t sign up for this. You ruined him, so he must have ruined you too, right? He must have. He had to. If he hasn’t, he thinks he will go insane by this feeling even if he already has.

It’s gotten so bad to the point that whenever you bring someone back, he’s immediately pushing his ear up to the wall or even the damn door if he has to. Listening in with hopes to hear your voice. Be it with pleasant mushy sweetness dripping from your lips, or the most vile and beautifully cruel words that spill, he is desperate for it. 

Slipping his hands past the waistband of both his pants and underwear, he hears the wet smacks of kissing heard and your light groans. ‘Fuuckk’ is all Gojo can think.

He can feel his tip drool almost immediately at the sound of you. Fuck. The way you hoarsely mutter words to the other him, how pretty they he is all red and dazed, how just some tiny kissing has them him looking all fucked out. 

He can hear the clothes being quickly removed before the sensual noises start again. The harsh pants against one another, the progressively growing moans from the stranger who is stealing you from him.

But as you keep on spilling such honeyed degrading words, that stranger easily slips his mind as he drowns in the thought of you.

“What a desperate angel you are, hm?” Ah, fuck, he is. He really really is. He rubs his hand firmly up and down his shaft, agonizingly slow. Heavy pants leaving Gojo’s parted lips. 

He hears you chuckle as a strangled whimper is heard, “Yeah, you like this?” A yelp. “Haha, yeah you fuckin’ do. Look at how wet you are–.” Gojo shudders. Yeah, he is, fuuck he is. 

“And all for me~” Yes, yes, god yes– just you, only you– He quickens his pace as the muffled sound of skin smacking against skin is heard. That rando is moaning annoyingly loud but your words somehow seem louder. 

“So pretty, aren’t you?” Gojo crumples to the ground, hips bucking into his hand. He is, he is so pretty, “My pretty slut, right?” Oh fuck, he lets out a quiet sob as his thighs begin to tremble. 

Your haggard breath as your pace seems to increase has Gojo biting his wrist so he doesn’t make any noise. “Doing so good for me angel, so so good–” He wants to see you.

He wants to see you, be it your soft gaze or condescending one, he really wants to see you. How would you react to seeing your roommate on the ground, fapping pathetically to you screwing someone else? The way he was dripping just from the mere teasing of your voice? Would you tease him? Berate and degrade him? Would you strip him down and humiliate him? Punish him? Or would you reward him? Treat him so well for being so cute with how he reacts to you, peppering him with kisses as you mark him all up as yours?

He bites down harder as he feels his gut tighten. Pressing his ear up harder to hear you more, he’s so close, so close and then– “Cum.” 

Fuck. He did.

And really fucking hard, too.

It was on that night, at that moment, Gojo, all out of breath and on the floor, hand covered in his semen that he realized he had a problem. He knew he kept shrugging it off for a while, but seeing how he is now, he can’t deny it any longer. 

He’s really fucking hooked on you.

Maybe that’s what led up to this situation. 

Gojo was at his breaking point. You seemed to have ramped up the number of people you sleep with the past few weeks, and he can’t take it anymore. He’s not even sure if it’s from pure frustration and annoyance, or due to pent up sexual frustration. While you’ve been getting your rocks off, Gojo has been laying off sleeping with people.

Not because he wanted to, but because no matter who it was, no matter how it was done and what they did, it just didn’t feel the same as how it felt with you. It didn’t feel as heavenly as when he did it with you. 

Curling up on the couch, he stares at the television absentmindedly. 

‘Ding’

He turns his head as his phone lights up, your name appearing on the screen. Having a good idea on what the text was about, he groans. Reluctantly opening your message, it reads;

Yo, bringin someone over in a few

“Hah!” Gojo scoffs. Of course. He knew it. He fucking called it, but its still pisses him off. Fuck, does it piss him off. There you are, able to get off to whoever throws themselves at you, but he’s over here frustrated as hell because he can’t get off at all without you. This isn’t fair. 

He feels his chest begin to tighten. No. He’s not doing this anymore. At least, not tonight.

 no

He pauses before sending another message,

lets just do it tonight im bored af

He exhales a heavy breath. Why are his hands so sweaty? Seeing how you’ve read his text, he begins to feel weirdly panicked. Why did he say it like that? Should he have texted you differently? He should’ve worded that differently, what if he looks weird? Do you think he’s weird? You don’t, right? “af,” “im bored” ‘Gojo are you serious? Why the fuck did you say it like that?’ He thinks. What if that makes you upset? What if you just laugh and bring that person anyway? What if– 

‘Ding’

Lol kk, sure

I’ll be back in 10

‘..Huh?’ Gojo can’t help but look at the text in disbelief. ‘That… went surprisingly easy?’

He expected you to take it as a joke, or just shrug him off. He can’t help himself and looks at your messages again.

‘sure’

Even if it doesn’t sound enthusiastic, the fact that you agreed has him oddly happy. Taking a deep breath, he can’t help but think about how you chose him over that other person. Him. As if shot by euphoria, he can’t help but be filled with twisted glee. You chose him. 

A strangled groan escapes his lips as he feels himself twitch. He knows you only see him as a fuck buddy now, but the thought that even though you already had plans with someone else, but you wanted to be with him instead? He feels crazy. 

In some kind of illusioned state, the idea of you choosing him has him hoping, praying that you feel how he does. The sanity draining thoughts that plague his mind constantly, the tug towards you to stay close and feel that bliss as much as possible, he really hopes you do. He’s not sure if this is love, but Gojo can’t help but think of you as a drug. So wonderfully addictive, that once he had a taste he was willing to do anything to have it again.

Leaning back on the couch, he can’t help but lightly palm himself as he begins to wonder about what you would do. 

Would you tease him like usual? How much? Will you tie him up? Will you degrade him, or speak sweet words like you did with that stranger? Will you be gentle this time, or rough? Would you make him beg? Would you even touch him? Maybe you would sit nearby and force him to get himself off as you watched, maybe not even fuck him at all. Would you do that?

He’s so wrapped up in his thoughts that he doesn’t even hear the door open. Palming himself harder, his legs trembling slightly as he pants.

“Well, what is this here, hm?” You murmur into his ear. You had crept up behind him, arms wrapping around him behind the couch as your right hand slides down his chest and the other teasingly heads towards his hand. 

Gojo jumps in shock as he whips his head towards you. “I- I didn’t hear you come in-” He stutters out. You let out a chuckle, moving your right hand down to his stomach before slipping your hands underneath it. 

“I’m not surprised. Were you enjoying yourself, Gojo?” You cover his left hand with yours as you press it down against his crotch. “It seems so~” You tease, a sly smirk growing on your face as you nip at his ear.

Gojo lets out a whine, his face beginning to flush as he tries to subtly lean back on you as much as he can. He shakily inhales as he nods.

With one hand sliding back up to his chest and the other rubbing him, he feels himself twitch as he slips his hand above yours. Pressing you down against him once again, he can’t help but roll his hips forwards. 

The way you’re touching him, both through cloth and not, he can already feel his mind beginning to slip from any form of sobriety. Gently crying out your name as you rub him up and down, you kiss his lower jaw, “Mhm, I’m here.” 

Pressing against his tip while you palm at his chest, he calls out to you once again in a hushed cry, leaning his head back. You tilt your head to look at his profile. 

His silver hair flutters against his face, contrasting strongly against his red ears and cheeks. His lips part as he pants before he bites them, repressing a moan as he grips your wrist, pushing you down harder. The ways his shoulders tremble and every movement, the way his breath hitches, ‘Ah, he’s so cute–’ 

You lean back into his ear “Hey,” he shudders, “Let's take this to the bed, hm?” 

Gojo bites the pillow while he feels you stretch him out. The way you tease him for being so wet, so desperate has him twitching. He’s trying so hard not to grind against them, trying so hard not to prove you right. 

As you slide your other hand up and down his back, he can’t help but move his hips a bit. 

The way his thighs are trembling, his poor attempts at hiding himself by shoving his face into a pillow, his hushed noises, the way his blush has gone down to his neck and even tinting his shoulders slightly, the urge to fuck him grows.

The way he is so easily accepting what you’re doing even with you just starting, you can’t help but think about how he was the first time. 

“Do you remember the first time we did it?” You say, letting out a chuckle as you remember how he was. “I mean, can you believe you tried to top me?” 

Gojo whines in response. 

Of course he remembers, You both weren’t exactly sober, but you both made out on the couch here. He remembers straddling your hips as he pinned your wrists above your head, he remembers biting at your neck, talking about all the ways he’d make you feel so good when he’d fuck you– 

Only for you to then flip him over, biting him back and then pounding into him so hard that he couldn’t even think. Doing it for so many rounds that he couldn’t cum anymore, all empty.. But for some reason you both kept going for so long that you both were shaking from overstimulation, unable to move by the time you both passed out. 

“Sh– ungh- shut up..” A laugh comes from you in response. He calls out to you, “Are you done?” You hum.

You lean back, hand moving from his back to his waist. You gaze at how he is wrapped around your fingers, literally. The way he clenches around you whenever you spread your fingers, how he flinches when you thrust them in. You smirk, “Maybe?” 

He turns his head to look at you, eyebrows all scrunched up, “What? No, no no please, please?” Kissing his temple, you pretend to think about it before shrugging. “Well, since you asked so nicely, I don’t see why I shouldn’t indulge you, pretty boy.~” 

He nods, yes, yes, he’s a pretty boy, your pretty boy– When he feels you grip his waist, pulling him closer to you, feeling you rub against his entrance, he can feel himself twitch. He can feel how empty he is right now, how much he is dripping from the anticipation.

When you finally thrust into him, he cries out in bliss. This, this is what he has been wanting. This is what he can’t get from anyone else. This pleasure, this bliss, this feeling. This is what he desires. What he craves. 

Gripping into the pillow, he arches his back as he presses himself up against you. He hears you groan when you slide into him, whispering words under your breath, slowly pulling out before thrusting in. 

The noises he makes slowly drives you insane. He’s so warm, so nice. He’s so pretty. Moving your gaze along his shoulders, you can’t help but notice how bare they are, so clean. You can’t help but lean over, peppering kisses from the crook of his neck down to his shoulder blades. Muttering how good he is, how he is taking you so well.

The way he moans whenever you thrust deep into him has that knot in your stomach tighten. The way his moans just that little bit louder, just that little bit more needy every time you speak to him chips away at you. 

There are very few people you sleep with again, but Gojo is the first that you have slept with repeatedly. He’s just so heavenly. You’d be lying if you’d say that you didn’t think about him at times. You’ve even caught yourself comparing others to him whenever you sleep with them. You even hear him moaning sometimes when you bring someone over, you think about it that much.

The satisfaction, the bliss you feel at this moment, it makes you realize just how good he really feels. 

Fuck, fuckk he feels really good– Wrapping your arms around his waist, you lean over, kissing his neck and shoulders. 

Gojo moves his hand down to yours, rubbing his fingers over your knuckles as he feels your breath against his skin. Oh god he’s going crazy, you’re driving him crazy–

He moans out your name whenever you thrust into his prostate. “Oh god, oh god..” he slurs out.

You laugh hoarsely before muttering teasingly, “Who, me?” Gojo moans out again. Are you? Maybe, the way you make him feel, you must be. 

Gently sucking and nibbling on his neck, you boast “Me, Gojo? Am I your god? Am I, angel?” Gojo can’t think. He can’t. 

“I dunno–” He babbles, repeating over and over. You flip him over, looking into his dazed eyes, tears sliding down his cheeks. “No? You don’t?” He shakes his head. You bring your face close to his, grazing the tip of your nose against his. Gojos breaths get heavy. 

A sadistic glint passes your eyes. “Shall I help you find out?” He cums. 

Drool pools beneath Gojo as moans spill from his lips. Your lips against his skin, marking him up, almost as if claiming him as yours, that just doesn’t help him quiet down. 

Gojo doesn’t even know how long you guys have been at it, but he feels like he can’t cum anymore. He doesn’t know how many times you’ve cum either, but you just keep jackhammering into him. 

He feels you still wrapped around him, marking him all over while he sings your name like a mantra. 

When your fingers dance around his chest he can’t help but sob out, “I can’t– ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum–!”  

Not only are his thighs shaking, his whole body is. The way Gojo seems to be constantly sucking you in, almost as if he’s unable to part from you makes you unable to leave. Even when it's getting to the point where it burns, it burns so good everytime Gojo calls out to you. 

How he claws at your arms, your back, it’s like he’s adding fuel to the fire. His flushed face, his foggy eyes, his glistening skin, his puffy lips, “You truly are an angel, aren’t you?” 

He is, he is he is, your angel, he’s yours. 

He nods, choking on a moan “Y-yeah,” he slurs. “Angel, y- uhn– your angel–” 

You slide your hand down to his crotch, taking him into your grip as you thumb at his tip. 

You barely even touch it before Gojo cums again, only this time it’s a dry orgasm. His eyes roll into the back of his head as not even a single noise leaves his mouth. 

You wish you had a camera right now and take a picture of his debauched look. Your phone was on the couch and you don’t even know where Gojo’s is, so you can only sigh in disappointment as you try to take in his expression the best you could. 

You couldn’t help but smile when you thought of the words he just said though. “My angel?” You know just by the look in his eyes that he more than likely can’t process what you’re saying at the moment. “You’re my angel, Gojo?” 

You move your hand up and down his shaft again, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his. Gojo makes a muffled “Uh huh” in agreement between the kiss. 

A warm buzz flutters around Gojos chest as you continue to tease in between gasps about him practically claiming how he’s yours. Should you mark him up more, let everyone know how he apparently belongs to you? Maybe get him a little collar with your name on it? The more and more you suggest, the more and more Gojo feels closer to orgasming again. 

Looking at you as much as he can, his lust filled gaze meets yours. Your tongues sliding against one another, although it’s more of yours doing the work while his weakly tries to reciprocate. 

He clenches around you with a weak firmness as his moans weaken into pleasured hums. Through his muddled thoughts of you and how good he’s feeling, a new one pops out. ‘I think I’m gonna pass out–’ 

You seem to notice it too. Breaking apart from the kiss, you smile when Gojo whines, “Do I make you feel good, angel?” 

Rutting against him, feeling close to your climax you hear in hushed “Yeah,” he moans, “r-really good..~”

You hum into his ear, whispering into his ear encouragements to go on. 

“You always make me fuh– feel so good,” he babbles out, “always make me cum h-hard, ‘n I love it…” He whimpers. He rolls his hips against yours, you sloppily thrusting into him more as you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, teetering over the edge. 

“Always want you to fuck me,” you press against his prostate again “Oh god, luh– I love it when you're s-so deep” he groans in a daze, “‘s so good,” he calls out your name, “g-god you feel so good..”

Your panting grows haggard, low moans escaping you as you progressively grow more and more sloppy. 

He moans out your name once more, almost as if worshiping you. “Love it,” he says hushed. Shit, you’re gonna cum again, he sobs out weakly before his vision blurs, “Fuck, l-love it, love you–”

You bite into his shoulder as you cum.

Riding out your orgasm, you sigh into his ear. The last thing Gojo hears before he passes out is you saying, “Oh, angel, now we can’t have that, can we?"

[kittyxiaoluver]

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i think i think me thinks that ths is rlly rlly fukcing good so good in fact i came back from the dead to reblog this ☝️

[kittyxiaoluver]

do you remember me

[kittyxiaoluver]

Hey everyone!! An anon sent me a thirst about Kitty!Xiao being upset after you take in a stray cat boy. The response I had in mind was going to be short but I lost myself 😭 so here's a little sneak peak at that,, also anon called me veevee 🤧💘

Xiao’s already miserable, sulking and seething with unjustified resentment toward the new kitty, Kazuha. Whines and pouts, attempts to crawl into your lap as you cradle Kazu who’s purring with content as he snuggles closer to you. Xiao’s selfish and greedy, wants you all to himself. So it’s really no surprise once his eyes widen as you gently move him off. You tell him to be patient but he’s already brimming with hot tears. He wonders if you no longer love him.

[kittyxiaoluver]

hello bff im back bc im a degenerate. i still got kitty xiao on my mind and ITS ALL UR FAULTTTTT >:(((((((

anyways ANYWAYS time to thirst: kitty xiao being so, SO needy for your attention omg. but hes also emotionally constipated as fuck so he just tends to sulk and pitifully glare at you from whatever object hes hiding behind (he refuses to let you know he wants your pets even though he literally follows you around everywhere) maybe you’d be oblivious at first—youre probably working on something and havent noticed your kitty’s mood—and after a while realize you havent felt xiao rubbing up against you in a while. you go to look for him, only to find him in your room humping your pillow, with his face buried in a t shirt of yours. poor baby is sniffling and crying, he misses you (clingy, clingy, CLINGY!!) and hes horny and sad.

what kind of owner would you be if you didn’t cradle him to your chest and jerk him off after seeing him in such a state?? :(((

we can be degenerates together 💗

CW//Smut

The moment you enter the room, his face lights up. His heart leaps and your kitty greets you with rosy cheeks and a tear-stained face, calls out for you. Voice being raspy and hoarse from all his pathetic whining. Clings onto your form the moment you stoop down to hold him. "My kitty's been awfully needy, don't you think?" He gasps as he feels your hands on his weeping dick. Makes a sound between a sob and moan. He nods, "mmph..For you.." Of course you'd give your kitty what he wants! Gunna have to spoil him lots to keep his fucking mouth shut.

[kittyxiaoluver]

Character(s) featured: Kitty! Xiao

CW// Hybrid mentions, Frottage/humping, light fluff, dacryphilia

Reader Gender: Gender Neutral

Just a little something that was originally meant for Gorou

KITTY!XIAO who smushes his face against your chest when you console him after his hissy fits. You stroke your hand through his hair and lightly scratch at the base of his ear. "Yea, you like that?", you say as he lets out a gentle huff. He merely whines and buries his face into your stomach further as his tail whips around slowly, "mmph..", he nods.

KITTY!XIAO who wakes you up with shaky moans and breathy mewls as he ruts against your thigh in the dead of night, saliva coating his chin as snot and tears mix on his face. His tail wrapped around your leg, fuzzy ears lay flat to his head. He peeps a look at you timidly and bites his lip. You open your hazy eyes and grunt, shifting yourself. Damn, you're just trying to fucking sleep. Poor kitty sniffles and broken sobs and pleas for forgiveness leave his throat. You sigh and place a hand on his head, lightly rubbing his ears. Needy.

KITTY!XIAO who slumps over your body as you lay on the couch to read, who trails you around the house as you complete daily tasks. Who's your little crybaby that you happen to love.

[kittyxiaoluver]

Hii! Can I request fingering kazuha in a public restroom pls

Shameless

Character(s) featured: Kazuha

CW// public sex, fingering, dumbification, begging, Modern AU

Reader Gender: Gender Neutral

My first request, I hope I don't disappoint!

"MmgHK-"

Kazuha's muffled moans rang throughout the bathroom stall. You grinned, titling your head in amusement as you shoved your slender fingers deeper into his throat.

"Ah, Ah, Ah, hush now love. It'd be a shame if someone were to walk in on us, yea?", you tutted lowly. Your free hand slithered down his plump thighs, cupping his hard cock. His lust filled eyes widened and he instinctively began to hump your hand. Honestly, had he not drunk so much and started to humping you out there during the party, he wouldn't be in this position. Using what little sense he had left, this realization dawned on your dumb boy and he was filled with excitement as you shoved him ruthlessly against the bathroom wall. What a stupid bitch you have. But he was your stupid bitch and you loved him nonetheless.

A long whine drew from him as you massaged his balls through the fabric of his pants with your free hand. "Gonna teach you a lesson, kay?... Don't squrim so much, baby.." You pulled his pants along with his boxers down to his ankles in a swift motion, removing your fingers from his mouth in the process. Which were now, slick with his saliva. You turned him around and he wiggled his bare ass in front of your face with a mindless though lewd expression, no longer able to comprehend what was happening. Only able to focus on the feeling of you. Breathy pants followed as you started to prod at his hole with your index finger. He thrusted his ass onto your digit and moaned stupidly.

"Another- another, add-hah- another finger!"

"Tsk..greedy whore"

Abrupt ending cuz I'm tired and I've been stalling on this request for an eternity, I just wanted it answered. The end.

[kittyxiaoluver]

Anger Issues.

Character(s) featured: Scaramouche

CW// Scara has pain kink, anger issues shown, hair pulling (character receiving), teasing, noncon

Reader Gender: Gender Neutral

Context: As one of the esteemed Harbingers, you were assigned the task to breif new recruits by the Tsaritsa, though Scara's dumb little brain wasn't all that caught up with this update.

The door to your quarters bursts open and collides with the wall, creating a loud noise that disrupts you from briefing new Fatui recruits. Scaramouche enters the room in mad rage.

What could it be this time that he's upset about? Really, the balladeer throwing fits like these over such simple things?

Scaramouche curses at you, for what you don't know. You weren't paying attention. His voice a were whisper as you, yourself, feel anger start to rise.

"All of you are excused", you dismiss the Fatui recruits who scramble for the exit. It's you and Scaramouche now. Sighing, you turn to face him. "What?", you say sharply as you raise one of your eyebrows. "Don't you dare give me that tone!", Scaramouche yells back in response. "You didn't do your job like you were supposed to!", he says through clenched teeth, "Forgetting to distribute food supplies to Fatui camps? That dim-witted ginger head was supposed to brief new recruits! Are you too confused to even understand the orders that were given to you by the Tsaritsa herself?"

"Orders were changed, Scara. Childe was assigned to go to Liyue with La Signora to retrieve the Geo Archon's gnosis", with that Scaramouche approaches you, now his fists are clenched and shaking.

Curses leave his mouth; he shames you for things you didn't even do. He's getting on your nerves.

"Wha-", you slap him across his cheek. The sheer force leaves him stumbling onto the table. Blood drips from his face, "I-..."

You lean onto him and grab him by his hair, "You little shit, your ego is so god damn inflated!", you raise your arm and slam Scaramouche's face onto the table. You tighten your grip on his hair and pulled once again to get him to face you. Shortly after, your actions stilled, and your eyes widened in shock.

What was that? No...Did he-

To your surprise Scaramouche let out a moan in response to your actions, a wet patch forming in his pants.

"Hah...", Scaramouche's head droops as you release your grip on his hair. A mad blush forms on his face as he hiccups. He shudders out of sheer embarrassment. Your wide eyes were replaced with the slightest grin, you let out a low chuckle. "Scara, did you really just cum?", you lean into his ear. Silence. Impatient to get another reaction, you pulled on his hair again, he let out a chocked moan.

"Hm? You like that?..."

Why not take this moment to your advantage? You decided to toy with him a little. You wanted to see him break, all for your amusement. He did deserve it though, for being an asshole.

Your hand snaked down this thigh, you palmed his dick with the slowest of motion. "Mmmph..", Scara bit his lip, "Hah!..S-stop it you!..."

Little sweet Scara, he's so cute. It's so fun to see his rough facade break. You smirked.

Why not indulge him a little?