i am an alnst and genshin writer. i specialize in character x character, but i also do character x reader if i feel like it. minors dni with my nsfw works and do not follow me. i write nsfw and sfw.
content warnings: dom! top! albedo, sub! bottom! dahlia, trans ftm dahlia, church sex, religious guilt, religious imagery and symbolism, teasing, cunnilingus, fingering, lots of praise
words: 1435
ao3
The Cathedral was empty. Not a single person in sight. But they were the only ones in this place.
They weren’t supposed to do such a thing. Not in a place of worship. But Albedo couldn’t wait to get his hands on him. Even if it meant to commit sins in the church.
Albedo kneeled on the hard marble floor, convinced that his knees would probably bruise, while Dahlia sat on the front pew, his shorts and underwear long gone and discarded somewhere on the floor haphazardly. He felt him kiss along his inner thighs, hands caressing the delicate flesh ever so softly.
Albedo’s kisses were slow, agonizingly slow. He couldn’t have waited until they were somewhere else, could he? Why here? Yet, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on him.
He is too cute. Like a spectacle to be cooed at. Squirming under his lover’s wake, Dahlia lets out golden hues of a whine when Albedo’s lips move closer to where he wanted them to be at the most. Yet, that place is avoided.
“So beautiful,” Albedo murmured against his skin, the hot breath that escaped whenever he spoke moving along his skin, sending shivers along Dahlia’s spine. His lips trailed their way towards his awaiting cunt, soaking with his arousal.
“Y-You just couldn’t wait, could you?” Dahlia teased, his giggles melting into soft whimpers as he felt Albedo’s hot breath against his throbbing clit, awaiting his touch.
Yet, those words, those cheeky, teasing words, hid a guilty feeling he felt into the pit of his stomach. What if Barbatos watched him, committing sins with his lover in the house of worship?
Watch and pray so that you do not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Yet, Dahlia fell into that temptation, melting into his lover’s touch.
Albedo leaned away from his cunt, pressing two fingers towards his needy entrance. Those fingers accompanied one another as he pushed them inside of him, feeling him tense up at the feeling. His fingers were so slender, they grazed his walls so perfectly.
Dahlia clasped a hand over his mouth, stifling his sounds. For a moment, Albedo looks up with him with those bright blue eyes, admiring the sight that he reduced him to. So, so precious, he couldn’t help but indulge in him further.
Albedo fingers move in and out of him at a steady and even pace, curling them into that spot that he knew would make him see stars. Dahlia whined, rolling his hips against his hand, crying out pleas from his covered mouth, “Oh, Barbatos, please…”
“Shh. Don’t say that name out loud,” Albedo hushes him, his eyes swirling with something dark, fingers swirling within his cunt. “He may hear you.”
Oh, but he makes such pretty sounds for Him. Albedo needed to wrench more of those noises out from him. His fingers picked up the pace, moving faster inside of his slick heat. Dahlia lets out whimpers that came from his throat, arching into his fingers.
Lips brush up against Dahlia’s aching t-dick, which enticed a moan from his slightly parted lips. A hot tongue pressed against his clit, and he crumbled beneath his lover. Albedo flicks soft kitten licks along his clit, moving his hand to hoist his leg on the pew, foot resting on the wood that has seen much better, more holier usages.
Albedo has more room to rub his enlarged t-dick with his tongue while his fingers thrusted restlessly inside of his slick cunt. He felt a hand thread through his blonde hair, pushing him further into his cunt, craving more of that pleasure that he was chasing, more of him.
How could he crave such a thing in a place like this? He felt that same guilt wash over him, but Albedo was making him feel so good, his tongue swirling within him, sweeping him off of his feet. Barbatos will forgive him, right?
Yes. He is a loving God. As long as he rejoices and he is truthful, He will forgive him. But he is so desolate without his lover. He needs him.
Dahlia finds himself rolling his hips against Albedo’s mouth, body moving in waves, arching into that pleasure that took over him, any and all shame escaping from his mind, turning fuzzy. His sounds were quiet, yet they felt so loud.
Dahlia’s hand is free from his mouth and he grips the wood of the pew he sat on, holding his head against his cunt and keeping him there. Albedo felt like he was in cloud nine, savoring his taste, every little thing about him.
“So perfect.” Albedo breathes against his cunt, the vibrato of his voice sending shivers along his body. “My good boy.”
“‘Bedo, please…” Dahlia whimpered out a plea from his slightly parted lips, his name falling from him so beautifully it would make his lover shiver. His cunt quivers under the relenting hunger that he devours him with, drinking him up like a man starved.
Albedo was determined. Determined to see him come undone in a place like this. His orgasm doesn’t build slowly, he’s panting in between his moans without even meaning to, he hides that worry that someone may hear him. In his mind, he’s pleading for something.
Oh, Anemo Archon, please forgive me, forgive me—
“More, please, please—” Dahlia begs so beautifully, it hurts Albedo’s heart. He is consumed in his grace, wrapping his lips around his clit and suckling on the bundle of nerves with fervor, his fingers pistoning in and out of him, curling in all the right spots.
Dahlia’s whimpers turned into broken moans, his thighs quivering as he felt his orgasm build up, his head throwing back, arching into him. Albedo is nothing but greedy, knocking out any sound that he could get from him, his tongue and fingers moving relentlessly on his folds.
Albedo understood his body language enough to know that he was close to the release that he so desperately craved. The way his walls fluttered around his fingers and how he would grind into his touch spoke more than any plea he would let out. Wasn’t he such a pretty sight?
For a brief moment, Dahlia feels it—that pleasure crashing in waves, cresting higher, higher, closer to the edge, He clasped his hand over his mouth once more, whining into it, stifling himself. He shakes under his wake, trying to reach that release that he needed.
Until it hits him. Dahlia felt his orgasm wash over his body, coming undone under Albedo’s wake. His hand claws into his hair, just a touch too rough, on the edge of pain, to which he felt him breathe out at the sudden sensation, pushing his hips against his embrace in response to the vibrato of his voice.
Albedo worked him through his orgasm to the best of his ability, listening to him moan and whine out his name in a garbled speech, coming out in repetitive patterns. It would only send sharp white hot waves of arousal along his body, listening to him become all disheveled under his wake.
Dahlia thought he would pass out. His orgasm felt stronger than it had ever been. Maybe it was the arousal of someone catching them, or the guilt of his Lord watching him crumble under his lover’s embrace. But that overwhelming wave of pleasure would soon come to an end, and Albedo pulled away.
Albedo licks his mouth clean, rising up and taking in his stare, those pretty lavender eyes, his disheveled form after he had just ravaged him like he was his last meal in this world. His fingers brush up against his face, snapping him back into reality.
“You did well,” Albedo praised him, watching the deacon beam with his words. “Let’s go home. I will take care of you.”
Dahlia felt it again. The guilt taking over him. He hopes—no, prays that Barbatos will forgive him for committing such sinful acts in a place of worship. Such as this. And yet, he indulges in it. Because it was his lover that took care of him.
Albedo grabbed his shorts and underwear, handing them to him. He swiftly pulled them over his legs, trying hard not to let anyone notice what they both had just done. Dahlia takes his hand into his own, giving him a sunlit smile—a genuine one. Not like the guilt he had just experienced. Walking the long hallway towards the exit, they indulge in their embrace.
With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation.
I dont know if ur requests are open at the moment so feel free to ignore this .. but if they are, could i request fem top reader x bottom nicole where reader just straps her down while shes sobbing from pleasure. shes so cute i need her under me so badly
For a minute I was confused which Nicole you meant cause I have been playing zzz recently then realized I dont write for zzz lmao 😭
I will just say I dont know Nicole too well cause I only met her in like 1-2 quests before I deleted the game, I haven't even completed Nod Krai aq so yeah
18+ CONTENT
Game: Genshin Impact
Characters: Nicole x fem!reader
Type: Smut
Nicole had that look again, the one where her eyes narrowed just slightly, her lips pursed in a way that suggested she was holding back laughter. She leaned against the edge of your desk, arms crossed, watching as your pen hovered over a half-finished report. The afternoon light from the window caught the gold flecks in her irises, making them glint like she knew something you didn’t.
"Give me another hour, Nicole. I need to get these documents verified for the Grand Master."
Her eyes gleamed as she hummed in amusement then circled the desk and stood behind you, wrapping her arms around your neck.
"You have been working since morning, it's almost afternoon now." she voiced in your head, pressing her cheek to yours.
The warmth of her cheek against yours was distracting, intentionally so. You could feel her lips curve into a smirk before she pressed a light kiss just below your ear, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.
"Nicole…." you muttered, forcing your grip on the pen to tighten, "You're not playing fair."
She pouted before releasing you and standing back up, "Hmph, I took out the time to visit you and you are just ignoring me~"
Well, you couldn't deny you had been distracted since the past 30 minutes as Nicole couldn't give up her teasing, always whispering certain things in your head. Perhaps it was time to give her what she needed….
"Mmmh! Aaahn—!~"
The moment Nicole let out that first shocked moan, you knew she hadn’t seen this coming. Her wrists were pinned above her head, her thighs trembling against your hips as you rocked into her with slow, deliberate thrusts. The strap-on wasn’t even fully sheathed inside her yet, but already her breath came in shallow hitches, her fingers twitching against your grip.
“Oh— ngh!~” she gasped, her head tipping back into the pillows as you finally bottomed out.
Her back arched, the fabric of her dress rucked up around her waist, and for once, she wasn’t the one in control. The sight of her like this, flushed and unraveling, sent a thrill through you that had nothing to do with the strap’s harness tightening around your hips.
"This is what you wanted, hm?" you murmured, giving a single hard thrust and making her buck up.
"Yes… yes… more!~" she cried out in your head, her angelic voice making you tremble and pound harder.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as you settled into a punishing rhythm, the bedframe creaking in protest beneath you. Every snap of your hips had her toes curling, her nails digging into the sheets where you’d finally released her wrists. She was a mess, her usual composure shattered with lips parted, eyes glazed and her thighs slick where they clung to you. She wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you into a messy kiss, tongues dancing as she moaned incoherent sounds.
You broke the kiss just to watch her unravel further, savoring the way her brows knitted together in pleasure, the way her chest heaved with every breath. She was breathtaking like this— completely undone and completely yours. Her nails clawed down your back, leaving red lines as she threw her head back when your pelvis hit her clit, the toy somehow burying even deeper.
"I-Is that all you got, darling? Aaah— give me more~" she challenged, her voice resounding in your head again.
You groaned and pulled out for a moment, making her whimper, then flipped her on her stomach. She gasped in pleasure, her face flush against the pillow while her hips remained high for you. She looked at you over her shoulder, her lips curling in a smirk as she wiggled her ass.
"Oh? Now we are talking~" she taunted in your head.
You gripped her hips tightly, fingers digging into soft flesh before slamming back inside. Her moan was muffled into the pillow, her body jerking forward from the force. You didn't give her time to recover and just set a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her moans turning into breathless sobs.
Nicole's legs trembled, her knees buckling slightly as you drove into her with relentless precision. Each thrust hit that sweet spot inside her, making her thighs quiver and her toes curl. Her usual teasing demeanor was completely gone, replaced with raw, unfiltered pleasure. She arched her back, pressing her chest into the mattress as she gasped your name incoherently out loud, her voice breaking on the syllables.
"So good…. my darling…. Aaahn…yes….!~" she sobbed, speaking in your head again.
You leaned forward, pressing your chest against her back as you continued to pound into her. Your lips brushed her ear, whispering teasingly, "You sound so pretty like this, just falling apart for me~"
She whined, her body jerking beneath you as you hit a particularly deep angle. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles white as she tried to anchor herself against the onslaught of pleasure. Every movement was deliberate and calculated, each stroke designed to wring another broken moan from her lips. She was slick, swollen, clenching around the toy so tightly you could feel it through the harness.
"Mm! Close— Y/n!~" she spoke in your head, her hips thrusting back in sync with you.
You smirked against her shoulder, nipping lightly at the skin there.
"Yeah? Gonna come for me already?"
Your pace didn't falter, if anything, you drove harder into her, the slap of skin echoing in the quiet room. Nicole's breath hitched, her body tensing beneath you as she let out a shuddering moan, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the sheets. You squeezed her butt with one hand and reached around with the other, rubbing her clit in time with your thrusts.
The moment your fingers made contact, her whole body jerked violently. She squealed, her voice breaking as her eyes rolled back, her walls clenching around the toy inside her in rhythmic pulses. Her orgasm crashed over her in waves, her moans turning into desperate sobs as she trembled beneath you. You didn't let up, continuing to pump into her, drawing out her climax until she was whimpering and twitching from oversensitivity.
Nicole's body went slack against the mattress, her chest heaving as aftershocks still pulsed through her. Her fingers twitched weakly against the tangled sheets, and when she finally managed to lift her head, her usually sharp eyes were hazy with exhaustion. A strand of blonde hair stuck to her damp forehead, and you brushed it away with a satisfied chuckle.
"Now, will you let me work?"
She could only nod, and you pulled out then helped her rest.
dom bottom lohen pointing an unloaded gun at linnea’s forehead while he rides her, feeling her cock twitch inside of him at the anticipation yet fear is painted on her face
.✦ ݁˖ i’ll never let you go this time (you’re all mine)
fandom: genshin impact
relationship: lohen/linnea
characters: lohen, linnea
rating: explicit (minors dni)
content warnings: sub! top! linnea, dom! bottom! lohen, t4t, trans ftm lohen, trans mtf linnea, semi public sex, alleyway sex, biting, teasing, blowjobs, creampie, p in v, overstimulation, knives
words: 1845
ao3
Lohen pushed Linnea against a wall, somewhere in an alley in the middle of nowhere, pinning her there and not even giving her space to breathe. Her breath hitched when he would trail a finger along her wings, twitching under his touch, leaning closer towards his hand.
They were on a walk that night, their figures being bathed in the soft moonlight. The sexual tension Linnea felt was way too strong to ignore. It would send sharp white hot jolts of arousal between her legs. How could Lohen ignore that?
What was promised a normal yet wholesome date turned into something more darker, filled with lust. Lohen ended up dragging her along to an alleyway where no one could see or hear them, with Linnea following him like a puppy on a leash. He had finally closed the gap between them. Linnea will one day be his undoing.
Lohen peppered kisses along Linnea’s neck, feeling her pull him closer to her by his waist, looking away from him out of embarrassment. He’d kiss along her exposed collarbones, trying to get her even more riled up than she already was.
Lohen’s teeth sunk into Linnea’s neck, the sharp pain causing her to wince out. His hands trailed along her forearms, the pain she felt would slowly melt into pleasure. He left a bite mark on her when he’d pull away, red and aching. His fingers trailed along her chest, her stomach, all the way down towards where she wanted him to be at the most.
Lohen looks up at her, tugging at the waistband of her safety shorts under her dress. Linnea finally manages to look him in his eyes, and nods. Her face heats up with blushes that were many different shades of red, and he lets out a dark chuckle before pulling both of her safety shorts and her underwear down.
Linnea’s throbbing cock sprung free, angry and desperate for touch. Lohen’s hand palmed her shaft, the pads of his fingers rubbing small strokes into it. Linnea whimpers at the sudden sensation, leaning into his touch.
“Look at you. Are you this excited to see me, hm, birdie?” Lohen teased, his voice honeyed. Linnea turns his face away from him, not noticing how fast he would drop to his knees.
Linnea felt a warm mouth brush up against her shaft. She jolts in surprise, her eyes turning towards Lohen’s own, who was kissing along her cock. She’s letting out quiet whines at the sensation, squirming under his embrace.
Lohen held onto her shaft, his delicate fingertips resting on her cock while his tongue grazed a line along her length. His hot tongue teased along her length, swirling at the tip, her cock twitching under his wake.
Linnea whines at his teasing, softly bucking her hips into his mouth, trying so desperately to get him to suck her off. Lohen’s lips wrapped tightly around the head of her cock, moving his mouth down along her length ever so slowly, wrapping his hand around the base, twisting and fisting what he couldn’t reach.
Linnea closed a hand over her mouth, stifling herself to the best of her ability, worried that someone may hear her. Lohen didn't even care if anyone heard them, maybe even caught them in the act. His hand performed slow, teasing strokes on her cock, his wrist twisting with every stroke as he bobbed his head on her tip.
Linnea bucked her hips into his mouth, causing a grunt to escape from him. The vibrato of his voice sent shivers along her body, holding onto the side of her thigh, gloved hands clawing into her flesh.
Lohen suckled her tip harder than before, his cheeks hollowing. His head bobbed on her shaft faster, tongue swirling over that clear bead of slick that gathered at her tip. Linnea’s breathing was hitched, whining in between her heavy breaths without even meaning to.
It would all soon become way too much for Linnea—way too much. She’s thrusting herself into his mouth, her whimpers shifting in pitch as her orgasm built up, whispers of pleas in between her soft moans escaping from her, gasps of his name escaping from her.
Lohen felt drool escape from the sides of his mouth, his cunt aching and desperate for her to be inside him. He knew that she was close to her release, feeling her cock twitch in his mouth, signaling her awaiting release.
Linnea held on to Lohen’s hair, trembling under his wake. His gloved hand gripped onto the side of her thigh harder, her arousal growing into something more, her nerves being keyed up, those waves of pleasure crashing into her higher, higher—
Until it hits her, that intense feeling washing over her body, shaking apart under his wake. Lohen felt her white ropes shooting into his mouth, swallowing every drop she would let out. He worked Linnea through her high, sucking her off with such fervor it made her want to go crazy.
Linnea’s body felt like it was on fire. Until it was quickly put out, her orgasm coming to a halt and being driven into overstimulation. Lohen pulled her cock out of his mouth, his mouth sloppy and coated with his drool and some of Linnea’s release, wiping it off with his sleeve.
Both of them are catching their breaths, their chests heaving. Linnea’s whimpering in between her heavy breaths from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Lohen stood up, weakly at first, quickly catching his balance.
“We aren’t done yet,” Lohen breathed. “You’re going to fuck me against this wall.”
“But what if someone—” Linnea whispers, before being cut off by the vice captain.
“Then we’ll give them a good show, hm?” Lohen purred. “Now try to be a good girl.”
As soon as he had finished his words, Linnea pressed him against the wall, chest pressing against the wall. She undone the buttons on his pants from behind, opening the flap of his pants. She stole his dagger from the side of his thigh, out of a mix of desperation and panic, using the blade to cut a hole into his underwear.
Lohen let out a quiet gasp at the feeling of his cunt being exposed to the cold air and at the anticipation of his own dagger being near him. Linnea slipped the dagger back into the strap of his thigh and trailed the head of her cock against his exposed core.
Lohen was already wet and throbbing, his slick making the process more easier for the both of them as Linnea pushed the tip of her cock inside of him. The overstimulation quickly took over her, his scorching walls enveloping her shaft.
Linnea held on to his hips, her fingertips clawing into the flesh ever so slightly while she eased her cock deep inside of him. Lohen allowed his whimpers to flow between his gritted teeth, his cunt immediately tightening around her shaft.
Linnea whimpers, his walls felt way too good around her, trying to hold herself back as best as she could but it hurt so bad. Lohen didn’t know what felt better, her cock stroking his insides perfectly or listening to her pathetic sounds, desperate to please him.
Linnea pulled her cock out then back inside, establishing a steady and even pace. Lohen’s hands clawed into the wall, trying his absolute hardest to keep himself standing up. She’s whining, wanting to fuck into him so badly but she’s desperately trying to behave for him.
“Fuck me harder,” Lohen commanded, turning his head back to look at her pathetic face. “Don’t you want to make me feel good?”
His words only shot sharp white hot jolts of arousal in between her legs. Linnea holds on to his hips with a hard grip, thrusting her cock in and out of him harder, slow and deep. Her hands were the only things that were able to keep Lohen in balance, his legs trembling under her wake.
Lohen doesn’t care about who heard him, his moans spilling freely from his parted lips, gasps of her name escaping him whenever the head of Linnea’s cock grazes his sweet spot. She pistons her cock faster inside of him, fucking into him roughly, arching deeper into her deep strokes.
Linnea whimpers at the overstimulation that would take over her, hot tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over. She was so, so desperate to make him come undone for her, thrusts deep and unrelenting.
Linnea’s wings twitched once more, dry sobbing as she felt the pain of the overstimulation grow into something more. Lohen’s trying to keep himself standing up, but she’s fucking him in just the way that he likes. Their moans and whimpers would take over whatever space they’re in, the indistinct sounds of their clothes rubbing and slapping together reverberating into their ears.
Linnea aligns herself so that she could thrust her cock inside of him with her jerks hitting his sweet spot with almost every thrust, his moans shifting in pitch at the sudden move. His pleas and praises would flow from his lips freely, not even caring about who could hear them.
Lohen could feel it—that pleasure he felt inside of him shifting higher, higher. He trembled beneath her, his cunt involuntarily clenching around her cock, as if he were trying to keep her inside of him. Linnea felt that pain of the overstimulation melt away, the warmth of his soaked walls drawing her closer to her second release.
Lohen’s speech was breathy and garbled, tumbling into repetitive patterns. His words of praise would make Linnea’s wings twitch, both of their minds turning fuzzy. Despite Lohen being in control of her, he would be reduced to nothing but the pitiful dross beneath her feet.
Lohen finally reached the orgasm that he was craving all along, shaking apart under her wake, coming undone around her, releasing himself. His cunt fluttered around Linnea’s shaft, fingertips clawing into the rough, calloused wall.
Linnea would follow along with him, her second orgasm feeling slightly painful as whatever release she could let out was pumped deep inside of Lohen, painting his walls white. Her cock twitched with release inside of him, holding onto his hips for dear life.
They would soon finish their orgasms, panting and chests heaving. Linnea pulled out of him, her release being so deep inside of him it wouldn’t drip out until the next day.
“Gods, Linnea,” Lohen turned his head around to look at her, his bangs damp with sweat. “Who knew you could be this pent up?”
Linnea’s face heated up with many different shades of red once more, also stuck wondering how she would get her and Lohen out of the alleyway without anyone noticing that they fucked.
Linnea pulled up her underwear and safety shorts, and fixed Lohen’s pants, intertwining her hand with his roughly while dragging him out of the alley, hoping that no one would notice them.
content warnings: top! sua, bottom! mizi, semi public sex, fingering, teasing, modern/college au
words: 1826
ao3
The campus was quiet, too quiet.
The only sounds that lingered in this oversized building were the indistinct sounds of footsteps, mainly other students walking towards their dorm room or maybe somewhere like the library.
But those sounds were easily pushed out of the way, because all of Sua’s focus was on Mizi, whose hand was intertwined with hers while she felt herself be haphazardly dragged into the gym, where the cheerleaders locker room was.
No one could be in there. Mizi knew that. Practice wasn’t until the next two days. She pushed the door open to the gymnasium, and walked Sua all the way towards where she needed her to be at the most.
Mizi couldn’t help but be so pent up. She craved nothing but Sua’s delicate hands on her, maybe even inside of her. She couldn’t even wait until her book club meeting ended.
Mizi knew the route to the locker room all too well. She opened the door to the locker room, lucky enough to get inside during the day, and walked Sua all the way towards some corner where no one could see, or hear them.
The room was littered full of lockers and some wooden seats that were quite small. Sua felt herself be dragged all the way towards the corner where Mizi wanted her, and tugs at her tie so she could pin her against one of the lockers, careful enough to not make any sounds.
“Mizi, what are you doing?” Sua asked, her voice full of genuine curiosity. Sure, Mizi wanted her to go into the locker room with her, but she didn’t specify what they would be doing.
“Sua, I’ve needed you all day…” Mizi began, her hands trailing along Sua’s forearms, her long, pink nails grazing her clothed shoulders. She watched her face heat up, understanding the situation. “Can we do it here? I… I promise no one will catch us.”
Sua’s face was flushed into many different shades of red. Was Mizi really asking her to have sex in a corner of the locker room? But she couldn’t deny that she also felt the same way, how she, too, was equally as pent up as she was.
“… If you insist.” Sua responded, a slight note of hesitation in her voice. But all of that hesitation faded away when Mizi smacked her lips onto Sua’s own.
Sua would trail her hands along Mizi’s body, over her pink cropped jacket, teasing her exposed waist. Mizi would whimper into her mouth, to which she drank up. They slipped their tongues into each other’s mouths, their hunger for one another growing into something more.
Sua pulls Mizi closer to her by her waist, to which the pink haired woman wraps her arms around her neck, pulling her closer to her as well. Sua’s hand would trail itself down towards Mizi’s hips, making her let out a small whimper in response.
Sua’s fingers traveled along Mizi’s hips and all the way towards her belt buckle, toying with the buckle until it came undone, managing to pull it off swiftly. It was thrown somewhere on the floor haphazardly before she moved towards the button of her jean shorts.
Mizi drew away from the kiss, which left the both of them catching their breaths, with Mizi whining in between her heavy breaths without even meaning to. Sua pulled the button towards the button slit and pulled, unbuttoning her shorts and allowing her to have more room.
Sua trailed her hand along Mizi’s exposed stomach, looking at her pretty flushed face. Her hand would trail down towards the waistband of her underwear.
“May I?” Sua would ask, a finger slightly looping under the waistband of her underwear, tugging at it ever so slightly to emphasize her question. Mizi nodded in response.
Sua slowly slips a hand down her underwear, feeling a wet spot in between her legs. Her shorts were loose enough to allow her hand to move freely into them. A delicate fingertip grazed Mizi’s swollen clit, which earned a needy whine from her in response.
“Sua, please—”
“Shhh…” Sua hushed her pleas, another finger accompanying the first one when she would run her fingers along her core. “I know…”
Mizi didn’t know how much longer that she would have to wait to get Sua’s fingers inside of her. She already grew so desperate and needy by the minute, and feeling the delicate, feather light touch of the pads of Sua’s fingers teasing her cunt made things no better. Her hips would roll softly into her hand, trying to get something, anything, from her, yet she failed to do so.
Sua’s fingertips would run along her slick cunt, moving towards her awaiting entrance, dripping with arousal, but not pushing her fingers inside yet. Then she would trail them slowly towards her puffy clit, but not exactly grazing it just yet. Mizi would allow a soft whine to escape her gritted teeth, bucking her hips towards her hand.
Sua finally gave in to Mizi’s desperation. How could she say no to her?
Sua slowly moves the pads of her fingers towards Mizi’s entrance, slipping her index and middle fingers inside of her. Sua rests her arm on the locker, pinning Mizi there by the locker as she would push her slender fingers inside of her.
Mizi jolts softly, her legs threatening to give out. She would hold on to Sua for dear life, clinging to her while her walls fluttered around her fingers, coating them in her arousal. She felt so warm and wet around her fingers, and she couldn’t help but stroke them agonizingly slowly while she allowed Mizi to adjust.
Mizi whimpers, rolling her hips gently into Sua’s hand, feeling her fingertips graze a sweet spot; but not exactly rubbing into it just yet. The burn of the stretch would melt away into nothing but pleasure, which gave Sua the chance that she needed.
Sua doesn’t even hold back on her instincts. She’d quickly pump her fingers in and out of her at a steady, even pace, allowing herself to graze that bundle of nerves deep inside of her. Mizi squirmed, trying her absolute best to keep herself standing up while she felt her fingers scissor and twist inside of her.
Mizi struggled to keep her balance, and Sua grazed a thumb right over her neglected clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves with the pad of her thumb to the best of her ability, and Mizi couldn’t help but lose herself, all just from her hand and her hand alone.
Sua’s movements were steady and very delicate, yet Mizi felt herself become undone from her hand alone. Sua’s head leaned down towards Mizi’s neck, her head being hung up and staring at the ceiling, the ceiling lights shining her vision, gripping onto her, her long, pink nails clawing into her clothed back.
Sua would pepper soft kisses along Mizi’s exposed neck, and that move alone would only make her pretty little sounds get louder, not even caring if someone outside heard her. Mizi rolled her hips against her hand once more, not even knowing if she should grind against the fingers that were deep inside of her or move against the thumb on her needy clit.
“More,” Mizi would mutter out in between her shaky breaths. Sua moves her head away from her neck, listening to her whiney words. “More, please, Sua—”
“Okay, it’s okay…” Sua would whisper into her ear, hot breaths against it sending chills along her body. Sua picks up the pace and allows her fingers to move deeper inside of Mizi, pumping them inside of her faster than before.
Mizi allowed her whimpers to flow freely through her gritted teeth, legs quivering and struggling for balance. Sua tried to keep her pinned in place, holding her up as best as she could. But the overwhelming feeling of pleasure took over her body. She’s way too aroused at this very moment.
Sua’s fingers hooked inside of her, curling them ever so slightly, which earned a small gasp from the pink haired woman in front of her. Mizi’s words would escape from her in a high pitched, breathy tone, begging and praying to whatever the hell was out there.
It would all soon be way too much for Mizi. Golden hues of whimpers escaped from her parted lips as she could feel her orgasm build up, her high slowly approaching her. Mizi shook under the touch of Sua’s delicate hands, threatening to come undone around her slender fingers.
Sua could tell that Mizi was close because of her body language. The way that she would lose herself just from her hand, the way her legs trembled and practically turned into jelly, thighs shaking under her wake.
“Are you close?” Sua would question, her voice in a whisper.
“Yes!” Mizi exclaimed, her voice loud and slightly breathless. “Sua, please, don’t stop—”
Sua didn’t stop. She kept doing what she was doing, determined to make Mizi reach her high after being so pent up without her. Mizi’s head would slowly drop onto Sua’s shoulder, burying her pretty face into it, dry sobbing and whining into her, it's too much, way too much, but she needed—
Mizi allowed her high pitched whimpers to leave her slightly parted lips as her orgasm crashed into her. The overwhelming pleasure washed over her body, shaking like a leaf under Sua’s wake. The black haired woman would ride her through her high to the best of her ability, her face heating up with a blush as she felt Mizi come undone around her fingers.
Mizi thought she would pass out. Her legs turned weak, clinging onto Sua for dear life, trying her best to keep herself standing up. Mizi didn’t even think she would come this hard, she thought for sure that she would pass out.
As Sua rode her through her high, Mizi felt her orgasm come to a slight halt. Her pretty sounds would shift into shaky breaths, her breathing heavy. Sua would pull away, removing her hand from her shorts.
“Is that better?” Sua questioned, trying to get Mizi shifted back into reality.
“Y-Yes,” Mizi sputtered out, catching her breath, shakily raising up her head to look at Sua. “Thank you…”
“Of course,” Sua would respond. She fixes her shorts, slipping the button on her shorts through the slit once more, then she bent down and reached for her neglected belt, pulling it through the belt loops and buckling it up. She wrapped a gentle hand around her back, trying to keep her standing up.
“Do you want to stay at my dorm tonight?” Sua asked, that familiar hesitation from before returning.
“I would love that,” Mizi answered, a sunlit smile painting on her face.
Sua walked Mizi away from the corner they were at and walked towards the door to the locked room and left. They both couldn’t wait.
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Fingering Professor Anaxagoras in his lecture halls after class cuz he’s too impatient to wait until you two get home. But you refused to actually fuck him in public, that’s why he’s only getting your fingers and glaring at you all frustrated while bucking his hips into your hands
