18+ 𓂃 ࣪˖ WEARING A SKIRT AROUND ASHVEIL GETS YOU FUCKED…!
• A/N: idk bro lowkenuinely feel like Ashveil would have a thing for skirts idk pls enjoy pookies and thank you for reading!! <3
TO BE TRANSPARENTLY CLEAR, this situation is all your fault.
At least, that’s what Ashveil tells you as he pins you to his bed, lips smacking with yours wetly and hand fumbling in its quickness to unbuckle his belt.
“Totally on purpose,” he mutters between aggressive kisses, free hand squeezing and rubbing the meat of your thigh, rolling his hips flush against yours in a desperate search for friction.
“You knew this would rile me up, baby girl.” He’s so hard that you can feel him, just pure heat and thickness, and your cunt throbs in anticipation. Slick pools between your folds in preparation—Aeons, you wanted it so bad.
“Just’ wanted to get fucked, huh? That’s why you wore this shit. Fuck, baby—I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” Ashveil growls, belt buckle snapping with a click and stopping your heart in its tracks. Your lungs shudder. How long had it been since you’d had him inside you?
Too fucking long, your poor, aching core tells you.
“Please,” you whine without conscious thought, prompting a groan from Ashveil’s lips. There’s some shuffling as he shoves his pants down his waist, just enough to pull his cock free of the confines. It’s hot when he presses his tip into your cunt through your panties and shallowly pumps his hips.
“Fuck, you’re already soaked. Oh yeah, you wanted this s’bad.” Ashveil hisses out, a statement rather than a question. His hand is impatient when he shoves the bridge of your panties to the side with a muttered “Get this the fuck outta the way.”
The second his cock presses past your folds you’re both moaning in unison. His thickness quickly splits you open with the most delicious pressure, sliding against every sweet spot and kissing your cervix before he even bottoms out.
“Fu—fuuuuck!” you whine out, hand shooting up to grip his bicep, hips tense and toes curled. Ashveil snickers at your reaction, eyes darkening at the way your walls twitch and flutter around his intrusion.
“What, you can’t take it all, ma?” he teases, rolling his hips forward to fuck himself into your sloppy cunt slowly. “You’ve done it before, y’know.”
“Just fuck me,” you pant back, hips tingling and eyes threatening to roll already. You wanted him so fucking bad, needed him to fuck you absolutely stupid.
Ashveil mumbles something but you can’t focus on whatever it was when he actually obeys you, pulling his cock out until only the tip rested within your walls. Then he shoves in—and again, and again, until your body has melted against the mattress and your throat is full of warbled moans and mewls.
“Fuckin’ shit, ma, pussy’s s’good,” Ashveil growls, words punctuated by slick slurps and squelches. “So fuckin’ tight an’ wet. Missed my cock, didn’t you, baby? Yeah, mhmm, I know you did, doll. I can feel how much you missed it—fuck…”
You almost can’t speak—not over the sloppy smacks of his hips into yours, not with the way he’s fucking savagely into your walls, not with the creak of the bed frame or the thumps of the headboard against the wall; it’s all so hot, filling your head with a thick fog that leaves no room for anything other than sheer, desperate horniness.
“Harder,” you croak out. “Fuck me harder, Ashy— oh, oh my fucking fuck—!”
“Shit, okay, yeah—” a stutter in his hips, a sharp hiss through his teeth, “‘M gonna fuck you up s’good, ma,” Ashveil growls, thick cock drilling into you mercilessly and fucking yelps and whines straight from your throat. “Jus’ keep makin’ those pretty fuckn’ noises, baby. Tell me how good you feel, fuuuuuck—”
Fingers bruise into your hips as Ashveil grips them and uses the leverage to pull you down on his cock, bruising himself balls deep inside you with every quick thrust. Your gut is twisted now, Ashveil is just fucking you straight into nirvana with so little effort. Just so big and thick and rough, exactly what you needed. Aeons, you’re so fucking close.
“You better fuckin’ cum, baby.” Ashveil growls breathily, as if sensing it, blunt cockhead spearing your cervix. Your walls clench, your belly furls, your breath hitches—each slide is rubbing right against that sweet spot, drawing euphoric static up to the surface of your skin. Ashveil simply groans at the sensation and sight of you.
“Cum all over m’cock, give it to me, yeah? Oh, fuck, i don’t think ‘m gon’a last—you look too fuckin’ sexy takin’ m’dick like this. C’mon, baby; you gotta cum f’me, o-okay?”
There’s a desperate tone to his words now, edged with strained arousal. Ashveil’s cock throbs something mad, smearing sticky pre against your cervix with every thrust into your soppy cunt. Your entire body is trembling, quaking beneath his—and when he hooks his elbow beneath your knee and shoves it to your ear, the new position breaks you.
Fuck, he’s so fucking deep—your eyes roll and your head melts into the pillow below you, thighs automatically squeezing around his narrow waist as if to ensure he has no choice but to keep fucking you this deep.
And all it takes is a few more spears of his cock into your guts and your vision is whiting out, back arched up and toes curled from the absolute intensity it rocks you with.
“Fuuuuck—oh, fuck!— Ashhhhh—!” you break off into warbled whines as your walls suckle so sweetly around his cock, and Ashveil groans like a wounded animal.
“Aeons, you’re fuckin’—shiiiit, pussy’s tryna fuckin’ milk me, baby—d’ya want me to cum inside? I can do it i-inside, right? Please let me, ma, wanna cum so deep—”
And you just nod, fingers wrapped tight around his bicep and swollen clit throbbing, walls so gooey and drooly that the slick squelches Ashveil fucks from them are louder than the ringing in your ears.
“Hell yeah, hah—so fuckin’ good f’me baby—fuck, ‘m about to cum—!”
It’s almost too much, the rapid thrusts into your walls, the grinds of his pelvis against your swollen clit; fuck, you want to shove him away or tell him to slow down, but your limbs and throat are jelly—
But luckily, it doesn’t take long for Ashveil’s orgasm to slam into him, a series of grunts and growls and what sounds like your name tumbling from his lips as his cock throbs and shoots his cum inside you.
Ashveil slows his hips until he’s merely rolling his softening cock into you shallowly, eyes glued to the white, creamy ring wrapped snug around his base. His cock twitches at the sight, pulling a soft, tired gasp from your lips.
“Holy shit.” He nearly gasps, followed by a small chuckle. “Never thought a skirt could look so good on someone. Fuck,” his eyes then flick up to yours, the steel hue smeared with something mischievous. Still trying to come down from your own fluttery, pulsing high, you almost miss his question:
“Think you could wear some stockings next time, too?”
when you approach ashveil for a particular favour along with the promise of generous pay—it's a win-win situation for him: he gets to pay his monthly rent and fuck a beautiful girl.
wc: 1.2k, x f!reader, squirting, a bit of exhibitionism (u don't get caught), he's lowk a tease, p in v, creampie, pwp. ib this voiceline "if you ever need anything done, just hit me up! i'm flexible on the price.”
tldr -> basically u n ashveil doing it in his office.
ashveil is more than happy to fulfill your service of course, especially for a sweet thing like you.
his cramped office is less than the ideal place to have sex, but who are you to complain when his thick cock is rubbing back and forth on your folds, teasing it like a sly wolf toying with his prey?
your thighs, surprisingly pliable, are lifted high, hooked over his arms as his bare chest presses to your back, the rough texture of his skin a delicious contrast to your own.
a soft, involuntary squelch accompanies each slow drag of his cock against your cunt. perhaps it's the lack of experience, or the illicit thrill; but you're already wet, dripping even.
it was a strange, exhilarating surrender, your body instinctively arches backward, leaving yourself completely dependent on his strength.
he continues the slow, torturous rhythm. “please, mr ashveil,” you whimper, a breathless sound catching in your throat. “i-i can’t do this anymore…”
"can't you?" he slurs with that sultry voice of his. "or won't you? hm?”
“beg for it, darling. beg for what you really want."
his grip tightens around your thighs, pulling you closer, the pressure firm enough to make your breath hitch. “come on, use your words,” he coaxes.
"fuck—” you gasp, your hands clutching at him. "i want...i want you inside. n—need more of you!”
a quiet, satisfied hum leaves him, like he’s been waiting to hear that.
“yeah?” he teases, letting the anticipation coil tighter and tighter between you. “that what you really want?”
you nod helplessly. he’s so mean, the head of his cock still teasing your entrance like there's no tomorrow.
“wanna fuck you so bad too, sweet thing.” he brushes a slow kiss along your neck, his hair grazing your skin and sending a soft shiver down your spine.
“please mr ashveil, f—fill me up…!”
that’s all it takes.
with a sudden, powerful thrust, he finally plunges into you. a deep, satisfying splurch sounds out as your bodies meet. eliciting a long, drawn-out moan from your lips.
you can feel his hot breath fanning over your cheeks as your head tilts back against his shoulder, his thick length stretching you oh-so-perfectly.
“shit,” he hisses. “your tight little cunt’s suckin’ me in.”
a sudden knock at the door jolts you both—your body spasms around him in surprise; he lets out a sharp groan at the sudden clench of your pussy.
“you're on full display f’me like a perfect little slut, yeah?” he murmurs. “anyone opens that door, they’ll see exactly who owns this pussy.”
and he’s right. if someone walks in, they'll be greeted with the most perfect sight of ur greedy cunt swallowing down his cock.
“ashveil?” a voice calls from outside.
his jaw clenches. he can feel how wet and hot you are wrapped around him—the pulse of your arousal only making it harder to think straight.
“are you there?”
“im busy, come back later.” he answers curtly, unapologetically turning away the visitor.
yet the interruption only seems to fuel him.
he manhandles you—lifting your body slightly off his cock before repositioning both your thighs and hooking them securely across his right forearm. your legs dangle helplessly over his forearm, hips angled at his mercy.
“ah…!” you gasp as he drives back into you with a sudden thrust. it’s almost like he did that because he wants to hear you unravel in his arms.
the cruel and mean detective then slides his free hand down to your clit, circling small strokes over your swollen bud. his touch is electric, relentless, turning your whimpers into desperate moans as he works you just right.
“you’re so sensitive,” he growls in your ear.
“but sir! it’s a new commission!” the voice insists from outside.
you’re absolutely mortified; so full of him, clinging and clenching as he pinches that sensitive nub hard. pleasure shoots through you like lightning as you gasp, body trembling around his cock.
“i said not now,” ashveil snaps—and finally, silence falls on the other side of the door.
it’s quiet again. except for the wet slap of skin on skin… the filthy rhythm of you being taken apart piece by piece…
you feel so lewd, the dirty squelching echoing off the walls of his office making you even more shamelessly wet.
your pussy clenches violently, pulsing as you gush over him, squirting your liquid all over; coating his thighs, dripping onto the floor… some even arcing up to stain his bulletin board. his "self portrait" is soaked in your essence now—ruined by your pleasure.
and still, he doesn’t stop. his hand stays between your legs, gently rubbing circles over your swollen clit through the aftershocks.
“haaah… yeah, that’s it sweetheart. your pussy’s leakin’ all over me.”
your pussy is still fluttering from the intense pleasure when he suddenly pulls out, leaving you feeling empty.
you whimper, the sudden emptiness making you ache—only for it to vanish a heartbeat later as he presses you down onto his desk, papers sliding everywhere and pens clattering to the floor, but neither of you care.
in one smooth thrust, he’s back inside, grunting at your tight heat adjusting to his girth again.
you try to keep your legs open for him like a good girl, but they tremble too hard to stay apart. with no patience left, he can't help but exert a bit more control, forcing them wider apart to accommodate his size.
overstimulated and raw from the high just moments ago, you squirm helplessly beneath him.
“t-too much! mr ashveil—it’s too much!”
he smirks down at you, sweat-damp hair falling over his brow.
“too much? weren’t you begging for me to ‘fill you up’ earlier?”
he turns up the pace—deep thrusts that make your breasts bounce with each snap of his hips. one particularly rough thrust makes you cry out and rake your nails down his back, leaving red trails.
his mouth latches onto one of your nipples in response, sucking hard while his fingers twist and pull at the other. his tongue swirls tight circles around the peak before biting down just enough to make you yelp.
“drench my cock more, c’mon darling i know you got it.”
as if his words were law, the coil inside you snaps a second time. you see stars while your walls clench around him as another wave crashes through.
and just like that, he’s coming too—hot and pulsing deep inside as he fills you up to the brim.
you milk him greedily with every flutter of your pussy until white ropes begin to seep from your swollen slit, dripping slowly down the curve of your ass… and onto the scattered papers beneath.
eventually, your breathing returns to normal. he pulls out—his eyes dropping to the evidence of your activities slowly leaking out onto the desk, making a mess on the floor.
“i hope you realize,” he says, voice low, “you just cost me a very important commission.”
you blink up at him, still disoriented—wondering what he's getting at.
"surely, you'll come back to make up for it, right?"
you can only offer a meek nod at his suggestive words.
(you’ll definitely be visiting the ashen detective agency often now that your pussy craves the satisfaction of being completely filled up and claimed by him.)
I had another Saja Boys idea. Say we're dating them (separate) and the fans are shipping them with Huntrix. If our relationship is private, we just see all the things the fans post. If our relationship is public, then maybe we get a lot of hate from fans from getting between their ship. Whichever you think works. Either way, we start doubting ourselves and trying to draw away from our relationship. And when the boys figure out what's bothering us, they remind us that their heart is ours. Preferably soft dom pls :)
Play Games With Us
Warnings: meandom!saja boys (sorryyyyyyy), jealous reader, semipublic sex, jinu mirror sex, fingering, breast play, romance face fucking, cumming down throat/pussy/on face/etc, abby fucking on his car, threats made against zoey lol, mystery doggystyle, biting, clawing, baby vibrator use, the boys are rough but you like it.
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Jinu
You were in the group's practice room alone with Jinu, and he was showing you a part of the dance from their new song and asking your opinion of it.
Normally, you would have found it cute how the 400 year old demon was so serious about practicing kpop choreo and that he wanted your opinion on it, but right now you were not in the mood to give dancing tips or entertain your boyfriend, especially not when his little hobby was driving him into the arms of another girl.
“I don’t know, why don’t you ask your girlfriend?” You tell him pointedly and he stops and stares at you blankly, detecting the aggression in your voice but not understanding where it's coming from.
“I am.” He says, deadpan
“Not me. Rumi.” You hiss and his brows raise in realisation. “Not this again.”
His response only angers you further. “Sorry that my feelings of hurt about you spending late night with another woman and following her around like a puppy is inconveniencing you.”
“I'm not following her around like a puppy.” He scoffs defensively, “It's just for the plan, baby. You know that.”
“Oh, okay then, I'll go hook up with Mira then. Maybe I can get some intel out of her. You know, for the plan.” You threaten, intending to make him realise how hurtful his actions have been but your threat falls flat when he laughs and wiggles his eyebrows at you. “That'd be kinda hot.”
You huff, standing up and moving to storm away but he suddenly grabs you and pulls you back towards him, your back pressed against his front. “Are you jealous? Because that’s hot too.” He grins at you through the mirror in front of you and you growl, baring your teeth at him. “I'm serious, Jinu.”
“Then you're stupid, baby.” He tells you, kissing down your neck, not at all threatened by the reflection of your fangs in the mirror. “You know you’re the only one for me.”
His hands come up your front, kneading your breasts through your top.
“Drop your glamour.” You tell him, “You're a demon. Don't run from it.”
He grunts, his glamour dropping as he takes a handful of your tops and rips it, tearing it off your body to reveal your breasts that he hungrily fondles, holding and squeezing them between his large hands.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” He purrs against your ear before he grabs the lobe between his teeth, nipping at it lightly, making you moan. “Yes. Like seeing you go wild.”
He grins at you through the mirror and you follow his hand as it slithers down your body, pushing its way into your shorts and meeting your wet pussy with a hiss. “As if I was ever not wild for you.”
He slips two fingers inside you, working them in and out of your ruthlessly, not giving you a moment to get used to them.
“Fuck, Jinu.” Your hand shoots out grabbing onto his forearm but not stopping him, just feeling his muscles tense as he fucks you on his fingers.
“You like it, my dumb baby? Like riling me up so I'll get angry and fuck you stupid?”
You nod, enjoying every little bit of his attention, his grip on your breasts, his fingers between your legs, and his eyes that eat you up through the mirror, eagerly watching you break down under his touch.
“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” He asks when he feels you tense around his fingers.
“Yeah, so close, Jinu.” You mewl, throwing your head back and preparing to give into the wave of pleasure building in your body.
But Jinu’s hand leaves your breasts to grab you by the jaw, pulling your head down and growling in your ear. “No, look in the mirror, watch yourself cream on my fingers. Look me in the eyes as I make you cum so you won't be stupid enough to ever doubt who I belong to.”
His possessive words do it for you, and you make eye contact with him through the mirror as you finally cum, your juices running down his fingers as he continues to fuck you through it, not stopping even as you whimper at the overstimulation.
“We're not done yet, baby. Not until I fuck you dumb on my cock.”
Romance
You were supposed to wait for romance. You were supposed to stay until the fansign is over so you can go home together but you didn't. You went ahead and went back home without telling him, ignoring his frantic phone calls and texts asking where you were.
So it was no surprise to you when your boyfriend teleported into your bedroom, looking wild as his yellow eyes landed on you, finding you lounging in bed as if nothing was amiss.
“What the hell?” He snaps, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back home? Or answer my calls or texts? I was worried about you!”
“Didn’t think you’d notice. You seemed preoccupied with her.” You answer him flippantly. If cold and aloof is what he’s into then you’re more than happy to give him that.
“Seriously? You had me worried that one of the hunters had gotten a hold of you and hurt you to get back at me, when you’ve been lounging in bed this whole time, throwing a tantrum because I was doing my job?” He growls, kicking his shoes off and stripping his clothes off.
You sit up straighter in bed, your eyes raking over his slim but toned body, stopping a few seconds to take in his long length as it hangs heavily between his legs, your own legs pressing together in need. But you refuse to let on how sexy you find your pissed off boyfriend right now.
“As if she could ever lay a hand on me. If I wanted to, I could go to her tower right now and—” Your words are cut off as Romance climbs onto the bed, stalking towards you and grabbing you by the chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “You’ll what? Risk your life because you’re jealous of her when you know damn well I only belong to you?”
“I’m not sure if I know that.” You huff, making Romance laugh. But his laughter isn’t the light melodic thing you’re used to from him. Instead it is dark and threatening. “Let me show you then, darling.”
He climbs further up your body until his bare cock is at level with your mouth. “Open up, darling. Let me prove to you that only this loud little mouth can get me off.”
You want to resist, play things up a little more like you usually do, but the dangerous glint in Romance’s eyes and the subtle pinch of his claws into your scalp tells you better. You open your mouth and take him in, receiving the long member down your throat as your body relaxes to surrender to him.
“Good girl.” He sucks in a harsh breath as his balls meet your chin. He looks down at you, staying there for a moment with his entire length down your throat, his hand gripping your hair tightly like a harness. “I’m not going to be gentle tonight. You don’t deserve it. You understand?”
Despite his anger at you, he still gives you the option to stop this if you don’t want it. But of course you won’t. This is exactly what you wanted from him, to lose his normal cool and prove to you that he won’t let anything come between you.
So you nuzzle your nose further into his crotch and swallow down around him, silently giving him your consent.
“I fucking knew it. You did all of this to provoke me.” He hisses, yanking on your hair to pull your head back, taking most of his cock out of your mouth before he slams it back in, filling you up with him. “But that’s okay. If my darling wants me to prove myself to her, I would do it over and over again.”
You lay back, letting him ram his cock in and out of your mouth, enjoying this rare moment of roughness from your usually sweet and gentle boyfriend.
You’re lucky you don’t have to breathe because if you did, you would have passed out a long time ago with how he’s completely blocking off your airway, pushing it closed every time his cock slips down your throat and not leaving any second in between his thrusts for you to really catch your breath.
But honestly even if you needed it, you might just risk it just to watch his pretty face screwed up in pleasure as he lets himself selfishly take what he wants from you for once, your raw and unfiltered obedience barreling him towards the edge uncharacteristically fast.
“Ah, darling, I’m close. Gonna cum down your throat. Gonna make sure you’re tasting me for days.”
You moan around him, eagerly swallowing down, begging for it as your hips squirm, humping at the air in need.
He laughs when he feels you thrashing under him, and he pushes your head down against the mattress to keep you still, pistoning his cock in and out of your mouth, making your throat bulge as he finally cums, giving you his sweet seed.
You swallow it all eagerly, making sure to leave his length clean when he finally pulls it out of your mouth, resting it against your face so you can see up close how hard he still is as he grins down at you.
“We’re not done yet. I gotta fill all your holes with my cum. Gotta leave you dripping with me from every hole. How else will you know that I’m yours?”
Abby
“Ahhh, Abby, someone will see.” You slur, barely able to form your words as Abby plunges his cock in and out of your pussy, his large hand grabbing you by the waistline of your skirt and keeping you pinned against the hood of his car, bent in half as his hulking figure towers over you, fucking you stupid.
“Let them see. Isn't that what you wanted, baby? For the world to see you're mine?” He taunts, enjoying the dumb look on your face too much.
You may have taken things too far with your jealousy over his fanservice, annoyed at how he's showing off for his fans, giving them drawings of his abs and encouraging them to salivate over his body… his body that had only been yours for centuries.
So why couldn't you do the same? Why couldn't you go out in your sluttiest, most revealing outfit and flirt with the fanmeeting staff, letting them openly lust over you right in front of Abby while he had to sit there and play nice for those same fans that started all of this?
It took everything the boys could do to stop Abby from slaughtering the men you had used in your plans the moment the fansign was over, but they couldn’t stop him from dragging you off and doing what he will with you.
That's how you've found yourself in this position, legs pressed to your chest and getting fucked by Abby on the hood of his luxurious sports car.
“I just wanted you to–to feel what I-I was feeling.” You stutter out, trying to defend yourself but Abby was having none of it. “No, you wanted to act like a slut to make me jealous enough to lose it in front of everyone and show them that you're mine. Well, baby, when I'm done with you, no one will have any doubt who my dick belongs to.”
“Abby…” You whine, struggling to form any words against the onslaught of his cock drilling in and out of your pussy. “It's t-too much.”
“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you came out looking like a dumb bimbo and letting those men touch what’s mine.” He has no mercy on you, knowing by now through your centuries long relationship that you can take anything your brute of a boyfriend can give you and more. You’ve been here many times before, the both of you not known to shy from showing off or putting the other in their place.
“I’m s-sorry.” You whimper, playing it up for him, knowing it makes his cock ache and drives your demon even more wild.
“Oh, you will be, baby.” He grunts, his cock splitting you apart. “Open your mouth.”
You do, opening it wide for him, sticking your tongue out to catch the saliva his spits at you, wincing a little as he slaps your cheek and orders you to swallow.
“Good little slut.” He grunts, and that’s when you lose it, the taste of him on your tongue, his rough grip on you and the ruthless way he was plunging in and out of you finally getting to your head.
“Abby, Abby!” You scream, cumming around him. “Please, please, cum with me. Need to feel it inside me.”
“You think you deserve it?” He scolds and you pout. “But baby—”
“No, you’ve been bad, and little sluts like you don’t deserve to have their pussy stuffed with my cum.” He tells you and you whimper, both from the scolding and because he then pulls himself out of you, your pussy feeling horribly empty without his fat cock.
He steps back, grabbing you by the ankles and yanking you to the ground. You land on your ass, your face level with his heavy, leaking cock as he grips it and jerks himself off quickly.
You can tell that despite his roughness, he is just as desperate as you are, and you want to make him feel good too. So you sit there, giving him your best wide eyed look as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, knowing it drives him crazy when you do that.
It works, and before long he’s releasing all over your face, his cum dripping down your body as he leers down at you.
“Now you look like a proper slut.”
“Do you like it, baby? You smirk up at him, dropping the helpless look as your hands reach out to swat his hands away and wrap themselves around his cock, twisting your fist over his large length and suckling on the head, bringing it back to life in a few seconds.
“Ah, shit.” He curses under his breath, letting you continue for a few more moments before he pulls you to your knees and slams you back against the car, this time on your front with your ass up.
Guess he’s not ready to stop playing yet. You must’ve really pissed him off this time.
You yelp as you feel his fingers breach you from behind, pressing down against the wall of your pussy as he ruthlessly fucks them in and out of you, the loud squelching sound echoing around the parking lot.
“Fuck, Abby, Abby, I won't last long.” You warn, rocking back against his thick fingers.
“Did I give you permission to cum?” He grabs you by the neck, tilting your head up in an uncomfortable position to face him.
“N-no…” You stare at him, wide-eyed, and his nails dig into your neck. “No. So don't you dare cum.”
“But I can't hold it.” You whine, legs shaking against the onslaught of the pleasure.
“Tough luck, princess.” He dismisses, not letting up for a moment.
And just like you warned, you couldn’t hold back, and you end up cumming just a short while after. Even if it weren’t for the pathetic scream you let out, Abby would've still known by the way your pussy tightens around his fingers.
He pulls them out, quickly replacing them with his cock, forcing the thick member through your contracting walls and making you cry out at the overstimulation.
“Abby!”
“Take it. Didn't you say that I wasn't fucking you right?” He growls in your ear and you shake your head but can't speak up to deny it, your words coming out in a garbled mess.
It wasn’t you who said that! It was the disgusting man who was flirting with you. Yes, you didn’t deny it, but that was only to piss Abby off!
Well, mission accomplished.
“Does my whore want me to cum in her pussy this time?” He asks and you nod as much as you, begging him, “Yes, please, Abby. I'm y-yours. I swear.”
“I know.” He tells you, slamming his cock inside you one last time, keeping it buried as he empties his balls inside you, his hand going around your body to rub your pussy, pushing you to follow him and making your pussy help milk him dry.
“There you go, take every last drop.” He grunts, not letting up until you've done it.
Mystery
“What is this?” Mystery stands in front of you, grabbing a fistful of the shirt you were wearing with Abby’s face on it.
“I just thought he looked really hot here.” You shrug. “You don’t like it?”
“Do you not like me anymore?” He asks, and your dead heart lurches. Oh, fuck, maybe you should’ve thought this over more. Mystery is not the guy to play these games with.
“Of course, I still like you, Mystery—
“Do you want me to kill him?” He cuts you off, genuinely asking you.
“What? No.” You answer, bewildered.
“Then why are you wearing this?” He asks, tugging at the shirt harshly.
“I wanted to make you jealous, you idiot.” You huff and he cocks his head to the side, confused. “Why?”
“I don’t know.” You huff, “Why can you fuck around zoey and I can’t fuck around with Abby? i bet he'd fuck me better than you.”
Ok, that last part may have been a bit too much. And you learn your mistake before you can even blink.
Mystery tackles you to the ground, ripping Abby’s shirt and everything else you were wearing off your body before putting you on your hands and knees and mounting you.
“Mystery, no–” You’re cut off as he bullies his thick length inside your pussy, forcing it to get used to him quickly. But it’s okay, you’re more than used to Mystery’s erratic and unexpected behaviour.
“Shit, baby, give me a moment, damn.” You tell him, but when have you ever actually expected restraint from your feral boyfriend?
“You’re fucking mine.” He growls in your ear, his long claws digging into your hips as the sound of slapping skin fills the room. “Mine, mine, mine.”
But you’re just as feral as your boyfriend, and you live off riling him up.
“Maybe I don’t wanna be yours anymore.” You goad him, even as you arch into his touch. “I deserve a man who only has eyes for me.”
“I will kill anyone who dares to come near you.” He pushes your chest down so your ass is in the air, fucking you from behind like a rabid dog. “I will rip their throats out and eat their hearts.”
His teeth gnaw at your neck, the sharp fangs piercing your body with pleasure that peaks every time his thick length is fully sheathed in your pussy and his heavy balls smack against your ass.
You fucking love this.
“Then what should I do with your cute little hunter?” You ask, craning your head to the side, meeting his drooling lips in a toothy kiss that leaves your lips bitten and your lips slick with his saliva.
“You can do what you want with her. Once we break the Honmoon, I’ll bring her to you as a gift to prove my loyalty.” He promises, his teeth going back to nibbling on your shoulder, the pleasure getting to his head and making him need to release his frustration somehow.
You’re no stranger to it, your body littered with bite and claw marks as evidence of your boyfriend’s uncontrollable lust and need for you. You really only need to look in the mirror to get proof of his loyalty, yet you still like to test it.
“You’ll let me tear her apart?” You shiver, your pussy fluttering around his thrusting cock as you imagine having the huntress at your mercy.
“Only if you let me watch.” He tells you, his clawed hands moving up your body to roughly grope your tits.
“Deal.” You grin, spreading your legs wide as you lower your head to the floor, throwing a glance back at your beautiful boyfriend, appreciating every monstrous part of his body. “Cum inside me, pup. Give me what she’ll never have.”
Mystery grunts, dropping his weight over you, trapping you against the floor as his hips pick up, smacking against your ass rapidly, the maddening slide of his cock inside you and the burn of his claws and his fangs on your skin setting your body on fire.
“Cumming, cumming.” You scream, your body unable to move much under his heavy weight, forced to lie there and squirm against the floor as your orgasm consumes you.
And yet, Mystery doesn’t let up, continuing to mount you like a beast, his words no longer making sense, reduced to just grunts and growls as he chases his own orgasm.
Your body is aching and your pussy has become sore by the time he finally releases, clamping his teeth down into your shoulder as he floods your pussy, the large volume of his cum overflowing and dripping down your legs and onto the floor.
“Good pup. Such a good pup.” You groan, knowing how Mystery gets once he cums.
And sure enough, you hear his growls turn into little whimpers, his clawed hands nudging you onto your back so he can lay his head on your chest and suck on your nipples to calm himself down.
You rake your nails through his hair, gently scratching his scalp as you coo down at him, telling him how well he did for you and how much you love him, promising him that he’s the only one for you.
Baby
“Baby, I can't take it anymore… I'm sorry.” You sniffle, pressing back against him as you try to flinch back from the vibrator which he has pressed against your spread pussy, but moving back only makes you take more of his cock inside you.
“Too late. You wanted me to prove to you that you’re mine. I won't stop until you can't walk.” His deep voice resounds in your ear before he slaps a hand on your thigh and nudges his hips up, jostling you on his cock. “Now, keep riding me.”
You bite your lip, bracing your hands on the couch to give yourself some leverage as your tired body moves up and down over his cock, earning yourself an appreciative groan against your marked up neck.
“That’s right, good girl.” He coos, his cock hot and throbbing inside your quivering pussy.
The room feels hot and stuffy around you, your body overheating as his arm wraps around your body, pressing your sweaty body against his while you obediently move over his cock.
But that’s not enough for Baby. No, he flicks a button on the vibrator, increasing the speed of it and making your legs shake as you yelp and struggle to hold your weight up and continue riding him. “Do you like this toy, baby? Those stupid humans are not so useless after all.”
Yes, you love it–your needy pussy getting all the attention it wants. But you also hate it. Baby can have you losing your mind on just his fingers or his tongue or his cock. He did not need more ammo to wreck you, but he’s really taken a liking to these human-made toys, and you shudder to think about what else he has in that big box he pulled the vibrator out of.
Baby doesn’t appreciate your silence, pulling the vibrator away to slap your pussy lightly, making you shriek and jump on his cock, the sudden movement pulling a deep groan out of him.
So he does it a few more times, enjoying feeling you squirming over his cock.
“Ah, fuck.” He presses the vibrator against your pussy once again, rubbing it in circles between your folds. “Hurry up and milk my cock so that I can use your ass next.”
“Baby!” You cry out as he pinches your nipples between his fingers, pulling on them harshly, making you gush around his cock as you cum.
“That’s it, good girl. Squeeze that little pussy for me, and keep riding me. I won’t fucking stop until I’ve got you dripping with my cum.” He tells you, wrapping his arm around your waist again and using his demon strength to move you like a ragdoll up and down his cum while he pressing the vibrator to the spot where his cock and your pussy meet, the vibrations travelling up his cock and into your pussy, forcing you into another blinding orgasm that finally makes him cum.
“Yes, yes…” He hisses, throwing the vibrator away and digging both his fingers into your ass, holding you down as he empties his balls inside of you.
You slump against him, laying back until he’s satisfied he’s filled you up enough. When he’s done, he pushes you off him, pressing you back against the cough and throwing your legs over his shoulder, lining his cock with your pussy before pushing in once more.
“Ah, baby, give me a moment!” You cry out, but Baby has never had a shred of sympathy in his body, and he ruthlessly fucks into your sore pussy, laughing at the screwed up look on your face. “Don’t cry yet, doll. Save it for later. We’ve got the whole night ahead of us.”
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A/N: as always, which one is your fave?
abby is so fucking ruthless and reader definitely is a match for him, while mystery was so fucking confused he's was so prepared to kill abby lmao romance going from worried and confused to vengeful is my jam
btw it's so hard writing separate smuts for all the boys so it might take me a while to get the next one out. it's also not my best writing because obv i won't invest as much time in a reaction as opposed to a series so apologies i swear my writing is better than this rip
a/n; I have some ideas for this October as I know the days I will be free, though it might change later on or not I don't know yet, though I'm actually really excited to finally do this!
Day 1 - Bondage (Baby Saja)
↳ Baby likes to see you tied up as he fucks you senseless
↳ Tags - Bondage, p in v, dirty talk
Day 2 - Spanking (Abby Saja)
↳ Abby doesn't like it when you're being a brat so he decides to give you a punishment
↳ Tags - Spanking, brat taming
Day 3 - Dry humping (Mystery Saja)
↳ You decided to tease Mystery while sitting on his lap, causing both of you to dry hump each other
↳ Tags - Dry humping, clothed sex
Day 4 - Cockwarming (Jinu)
↳ Jinu is quite busy with his career of being a famous k-pop idol leader but you need pleasure so Jinu decides for you to sit still on his cock while he works
↳ Tags - Cockwarming, Over-stimulation, fucking against the desk
Day 5 - Massage (Romance Saja)
↳ You had a long day of work feeling sore but Romance wants to help but it turns into something more usable to relax those sore muscles
↳ Tags - Fingering, Praising
Day 9 - Biting (Mystery Saja)
↳ Mystery loves to bite you everywhere and anywhere, marking you as his is one of his main goals
↳ Tags - Biting, Marking
Day 11 - Hickeys (Baby Saja)
↳ Baby becomes jealous to see you talking to one of his staff so he covers you up with his hickeys to make sure they don't come near you again
↳ Tags - Jealousy, Hickeys
Day 12 - Phone Sex (Romance Saja)
↳ You miss Romance and Romance misses you, you both call each other and help each other with whatever problems you both have
↳ Tags - Jerking off, Fingering, Phone Sex
Day 16 - First time (Abby Saja)
↳ It's you're first time with and Abby wants to make it memorable as possible for you and him
↳ Tags - First time, Praise Kink, Size Kink
Day 18 - Hate sex (Jinu)
↳ You hate Jinu and Jinu hates you but in the end you both desire for each other
↳ Tags - Hate Sex, p in v, Sex against the wall
Day 19 - Collar (Mystery Saja)
↳ You loved the collar you bought for Mystery, tugging and pulling even while you are riding him
↳ Tags - Pulling on collar, Collar use, Riding
Day 22 - Thigh fucking (Romance Saja)
↳ Romance couldn't help it, you were rubbing against him while asleep so he carefully uses your thighs to help him
↳ Tags - Thigh Fucking, Somnophilia
Day 25 - Mirror sex (Jinu)
↳ You didn't like how you looked, thinking you looked ugly during sex so Jinu decided to get a mirror and show you what he sees
↳ Tags - Mirror sex, Body image
Day 26 - Chest play (Mystery Saja)
↳ Mystery just loves your chest, whether it be big or small he just loves playing it as his special stressballs
↳ Tags - Breast and nipple play
Day 27 - Praising (Romance Saja)
↳ Romance loves to praise you at any time, before, during and after sex
↳ Tags - Praise kink, p in v
Day 28 - Edging (Baby Saja)
↳ He loves to see you crumble beneath him while he edges you until you'r begging for him to let you cum
↳ Tags - Edging, Over stimulation, Humiliation
Day 29 - Blindfold (Abby Saja)
↳ He wanted to try something with you, covering your eyes with a blindfold which causes excitement around the room
↳ Tags - Blindfold, Sensory/Touch play
Day 30 - Face fucking (Baby Saja and Romance Saja)
↳ Baby takes your mouth and Romance lets you ride his face, it's as simple as that
↳ Tags - Face fucking, Face riding
Day 31 - Gang bang (Saja Boys)
↳ The Saja boys decides to pleasure you, causing your mind to become fuzzy but it seems you didn't mind at all
↳ Tags - Gang Bang, Praising and dirty talk, Eating out, Jerking off
-A<3
Hopefully I get the time to do every single one of these!
a/n; I have some ideas for this October as I know the days I will be free, though it might change later on or not I don't know yet, though I'm actually really excited to finally do this!
Day 1 - Bondage (Baby Saja)
↳ Baby likes to see you tied up as he fucks you senseless
↳ Tags - Bondage, p in v, dirty talk
Day 2 - Spanking (Abby Saja)
↳ Abby doesn't like it when you're being a brat so he decides to give you a punishment
↳ Tags - Spanking, brat taming
Day 3 - Dry humping (Mystery Saja)
↳ You decided to tease Mystery while sitting on his lap, causing both of you to dry hump each other
↳ Tags - Dry humping, clothed sex
Day 4 - Cockwarming (Jinu)
↳ Jinu is quite busy with his career of being a famous k-pop idol leader but you need pleasure so Jinu decides for you to sit still on his cock while he works
↳ Tags - Cockwarming, Over-stimulation, fucking against the desk
Day 5 - Massage (Romance Saja)
↳ You had a long day of work feeling sore but Romance wants to help but it turns into something more usable to relax those sore muscles
↳ Tags - Fingering, Praising
Day 9 - Biting (Mystery Saja)
↳ Mystery loves to bite you everywhere and anywhere, marking you as his is one of his main goals
↳ Tags - Biting, Marking
Day 11 - Hickeys (Baby Saja)
↳ Baby becomes jealous to see you talking to one of his staff so he covers you up with his hickeys to make sure they don't come near you again
↳ Tags - Jealousy, Hickeys
Day 12 - Phone Sex (Romance Saja)
↳ You miss Romance and Romance misses you, you both call each other and help each other with whatever problems you both have
↳ Tags - Jerking off, Fingering, Phone Sex
Day 16 - First time (Abby Saja)
↳ It's you're first time with and Abby wants to make it memorable as possible for you and him
↳ Tags - First time, Praise Kink, Size Kink
Day 18 - Hate sex (Jinu)
↳ You hate Jinu and Jinu hates you but in the end you both desire for each other
↳ Tags - Hate Sex, p in v, Sex against the wall
Day 19 - Collar (Mystery Saja)
↳ You loved the collar you bought for Mystery, tugging and pulling even while you are riding him
↳ Tags - Pulling on collar, Collar use, Riding
Day 22 - Thigh fucking (Romance Saja)
↳ Romance couldn't help it, you were rubbing against him while asleep so he carefully uses your thighs to help him
↳ Tags - Thigh Fucking, Somnophilia
Day 25 - Mirror sex (Jinu)
↳ You didn't like how you looked, thinking you looked ugly during sex so Jinu decided to get a mirror and show you what he sees
↳ Tags - Mirror sex, Body image
Day 26 - Chest play (Mystery Saja)
↳ Mystery just loves your chest, whether it be big or small he just loves playing it as his special stressballs
↳ Tags - Breast and nipple play
Day 27 - Praising (Romance Saja)
↳ Romance loves to praise you at any time, before, during and after sex
↳ Tags - Praise kink, p in v
Day 28 - Edging (Baby Saja)
↳ He loves to see you crumble beneath him while he edges you until you'r begging for him to let you cum
↳ Tags - Edging, Over stimulation, Humiliation
Day 29 - Blindfold (Abby Saja)
↳ He wanted to try something with you, covering your eyes with a blindfold which causes excitement around the room
↳ Tags - Blindfold, Sensory/Touch play
Day 30 - Face fucking (Baby Saja and Romance Saja)
↳ Baby takes your mouth and Romance lets you ride his face, it's as simple as that
↳ Tags - Face fucking, Face riding
Day 31 - Gang bang (Saja Boys)
↳ The Saja boys decides to pleasure you, causing your mind to become fuzzy but it seems you didn't mind at all
↳ Tags - Gang Bang, Praising and dirty talk, Eating out, Jerking off
-A<3
Hopefully I get the time to do every single one of these!
Welcome to my masterlist of all of my stories for Kpop-Demon Hunters! Can you tell which Saja Boys is my favourite? This masterlist is still under construction, since I'm actively posting for this fandom! For those who prefer to read on AO3, you guys can click HERE!
⊹₊ ⋆ You Disobey Me
Jinu makes you kneel and apologize with your mouth full, his cock twitching as he forces you to hold eye contact.
⊹₊ ⋆ Say My Name
Jinu's buried deep inside you, slow and thick, whispering your name while you struggle to say his.
⊹₊ ⋆ Beg
He has you on the floor, naked, touching yourself for him and only letting you finish when he hears your voice crack.
⊹₊ ⋆ Louder, Baby
Jinu uses a vibrator while f⭐︎cking you, demanding moans, but then covers your mouth with his palm to muffle your screams.
⊹₊ ⋆ Smile for the Camera
You're f⭐︎cked backstage before a performance, legs still trembling as you walk onstage.
⊹₊ ⋆ No One Else
He marks you up, leaving hickeys and the evidence of his love for you.
⊹₊ ⋆ Keep Going
He pins your legs wide and uses his fingers and tongue until you cry from overstimulation, but he still doesn’t stop.
⊹₊ ⋆ Monster
You were a princess that was bound by silk, duty, and expectation. He was a stranger with a bipa, a voice so heavenly, he captivated everyone in the palace. You only meant to flirt, to taste the thrill of someone forbidden. But instead, you uncovered a dark truth.
⊹₊ ⋆ One More Time
He f☆cks you slow and deep, face buried in your neck, whispering how he’ll make it up to you with every thrust.
⊹₊ ⋆ Candy Pop Drop
He moans as he thrusts into your mouth, overwhelmed by the feeling, needy and desperate.
⊹₊ ⋆ Good Girl
He tells you to ride his thigh, moaning encouragement while calling you his good girl.
⊹₊ ⋆ Don't Stop
You caught Jinu touching himself beside you while he thought you were fast asleep.
⊹₊ ⋆ Cool Down
He helps you stretch…until his c☆ck is pressed right up against you.
⊹₊ ⋆ Bad Girl
In a shadowed alley, Jinu found you like always and just like last time, you rode him hard. Idols with benefits, or something more? Were you even sure anymore?
⊹₊ ⋆ Denial
Jinu believes in you. You can hold on for just a little longer, right?
⊹₊ ⋆ Make or Break
You were dating Baby but somewhere along the line, you saw him less of a partner and more as a little brother. Maybe it was time to cut your losses?
⊹₊ ⋆ Kitten
Baby was on stream and shares that he was fostering a new kitten, much to the delight of his fans.
⊹₊ ⋆ Feed Me
Mystery wakes you up with his head between your thighs.
⊹₊ ⋆ Good Boy
A night of control, craving, and devotion leaves you both breathless and closer than ever before.
⊹₊ ⋆ Sharing is Caring (Jinu x Reader x Abby)
Abby confesses of wanting you, and Jinu, being the ever gracious, generous team leader, decided to share you under one condition.
⊹₊ ⋆ Sharing is Watching (Abby x Reader & Jinu)
Abby wanted you. Desperately. Hungrily. Jinu, surprisingly, didn't resist… but there was a caveat to his permission...as always.
ೃ✧ VEXI'S UNHINGED HEADCANONS ೃ✧
╰┈➤ ❝ [SAJA BOYS "AFTER DARK" PREFERENCES] ❞
╰┈➤ ❝ [SAJA BOYS' YANDARE RANKING] ❞
╰┈➤ ❝ [SAJA BOYS BEING CALLED "DADDY"] ❞
╰┈➤ ❝ [SAJA BOYS GETTING EMOTIONALLY DESTROYED] ❞
╰┈➤ ❝ [SAJA BOYS GETTING EMOTIONALLY DESTROYED PART 2] ❞
╰┈➤ ❝ [SAJA BOYS "MORNING AFTER" PREFERENCES] ❞
╰┈➤ ❝ [COMING SOON] ❞
ೃ✧ VEXI'S IMAGINES ೃ✧
╰┈➤ ❝ [HOW THEY SAY "I LOVE YOU" WITHOUT SAYING IT] ❞
╰┈➤ ❝ [WHAT HE'S LIKE IN PUBLIC VS IN PRIVATE] ❞
╰┈➤ ❝ [COMING SOON] ❞
╰┈➤ ❝ [COMING SOON] ❞
ೃ✧ TEMPLE OF SINS ೃ✧
╰┈➤ ❝ [THE ROOM OF BEGINNINGS] ❞
╰┈┈┈➤ ❝ [THE LOCKED DOOR] ❞
╰┈┈┈➤ ❝ [JINU'S ROUTE: RITUAL OF FIRE AND GUILT] ❞
+18 thinking about the ‘planking until failure challenge’ with shōta aizawa
who knows exactly: what you like, why you’re asking him to do this - that’s why, oh god, that’s why he’s so fucking mean about it.
“‘m i being loud enough for you, baby?” he asks, his tone dripping in utter condescension. he dips his head lower, almost burying himself into the crook of your, exposed, neck. “can you hear me? yeah? that’s what you wanted — mh, fuuuck“ your boyfriend shamelessly groans, submerged into the depth of your skin, putting on the filthiest of performances, just for you. “huh? to hear your old man in pain — fuck, baby. fuuuck — all groanin’ and pantin’ in your pretty lil’ head?”
your body trembles beneath his. your hips buck and grind into the air, as his words, his tone, his voice feel like the meanest of hands in between your legs.
“you’re all wet f’me, aren’t you?” and you know — oh, you know, it’s not even a question at this point. he’s just teasing you, torturing you with nothing but his filthy, promiscuous words. “ooh, shiiit — my nasty, nasty fuckin’ girl” he groans, louder, rougher this time. the vibrations of his pleasure, forcing a barbaric shiver to run down your spine. “gettin’ all worked up, all needy ‘n fuckin’ soaked, from my voice alone — yeah baby, fuck. aaghh!”
you whine - gasping like a wounded soldier, on the verge of death, the second his hips collide with yours.
“there she is,” he growls, dragging the fat, angry print of his cock against the outline of your quivering pussy. “there you go, make some pretty sounds f’me too, yeah?. good girl, puppy, jus’ like that, c’mon” he dry humps you into the floor. fucking into you like a maddening, untamable animal. “i’ll keep bein’ in pain for you — fuck, that’s it, harder baby. fuck me back, mhm, y’know how — i’ll keep on holding this stupid, fuckin’ plank for you, yeah? mhm! i will, yeah. jus’ for you, baby. so you can cum f’me, doin’ what you love most: listenin’ to my fucking voice“
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl-
Warings: graveyard sex, necrophilia I think (reader is a ghost so dead in a way) dark contentish
Notes- reader is AFAB I will re post with a gender neutral version soon if people want ^_^
Plot ig: reader is a ghost who's Ben restless and violent because they haven't been able to return to the ley lines for peace flins being somewhat aggite by the other ghosts having there peace disturbed chose to intervin
Story down below
The wind on Nod-Krai was a living thing. It had teeth and a voice, a constant, keening howl that scraped across the jagged cliffs and tore at the ancient stones of the graveyard. It was a song of loneliness, a dirge for the forgotten souls interred in the frozen earth. For Flins, it was simply home.
He moved through the crooked rows of tombstones with a practiced, elegant grace, the long tails of his black coat swirling around his knee-high boots like captive shadows. The only light, save for the sliver of a hostile moon, came from the lantern hanging at his hip. Its flame burned with a quiet, otherworldly intensity, a core of purple heat that fed not on oil, but on offerings. Tonight, it had feasted on a piece of dried, salted fish, the scent of the sea and smoke transforming into pure, magical energy. Humans and their strange customs. Wasting such perfectly good sustenance on their own bodies when it could serve a higher purpose.
A familiar chill slithered down the back of his neck, colder than the northern wind. It was a spiteful, pointed cold, one that always preceded your arrival.
“There you are,” Flins murmured, his voice a low, cultured purr that was barely a disturbance in the gale. He stopped before a large, crumbling mausoleum, its iron-gated door long since rusted open. “Feeling particularly destructive tonight, are we? I do hope you haven’t been bothering the new arrivals. The fisherman’s wife had a hard enough passing without you shrieking in her ear.”
The air thickened, a pressure building as if the world were holding its breath. A loose stone from atop the mausoleum dislodged and clattered to the ground near his feet. A warning.
Flins chuckled, a dark, melodic sound. “Temper, temper. Such unladylike aggression.” He unhooked the lantern from his belt, its violet glow painting the planes of his face in stark relief, making the sharp line of his jaw and the faint smile on his lips seem carved from twilight itself. He held it up, not as a shield, but as an invitation. “Come now. Show yourself. I grow weary of speaking to agitated air.”
For a moment, there was nothing. Then, you coalesced. Not all at once, but in shimmering, resentful waves, like heat haze rising from frozen ground. You were a being of moonlight and fury, your form translucent, the weathered stone of the crypt visible through your torso. Your edges flickered and sparked with raw, restless energy. You had no true face, only the impression of one—a gaping mouth in a silent scream, eyes that were voids of pure rage. You were the reason no one else dared tend this place. The violent shade of the Lightkeeper’s Graveyard.
You lunged.
It wasn't a physical attack, not in the way the living understood it. It was a psychic shove, a blast of pure, concentrated malice and cold meant to send him sprawling, to fill his heart with terror.
Flins didn’t even flinch. He simply stood his ground, the force of your rage washing over him like a wave breaking against a cliff. He was Fae. Your mortal temper tantrums were, at best, a curiosity.
“Is that all?” he chided gently, taking a deliberate step forward, into your space. His gloved hand rose, not to ward you off, but to reach for you. “All that sound and fury, signifying… well, quite a bit of frustration, it seems.”
His fingers, clad in fine black leather, made contact with your spectral shoulder. A jolt, violent and electric, shot through your very essence. For him, it was like plunging his hand into a snowdrift laced with static. For you, his touch was a brand. Solid. *Warm*. A warmth you hadn’t felt in a century, a searing point of reality in your hazy, endless nightmare. The silent scream on your face faltered, your form flickering violently.
You recoiled, not out of aggression, but shock. You drifted back, the impression of your eyes wide with something other than rage. Confusion. Fear. Need.
“Ah,” Flins breathed, a genuine note of fascination in his voice. He watched you, his head tilted. The hunter observing a strange, beautiful, and deadly creature. “So you can feel that. Interesting.”
He took another step, and you retreated again, phasing partially into the stone wall of the mausoleum. He pursued, his smile widening. This was a new game. For decades, you had been the terror. Now, he was the one advancing.
“Don’t be shy,” he coaxed, his voice dropping to a silken, conspiratorial whisper. “You’ve been trying to get my attention for so long. Now you have it.” He pressed his palm flat against the cold stone where your torso had vanished. “You are so very cold. And so very… empty. Is that it? Is that why you scream at the moon? A life unlived? Pleasures untasted?”
His words were barbs, striking at the very core of your restless torment. You’d died young, a fever stealing your breath before you’d ever been truly kissed, before you’d ever known a man’s touch. Your rage was born of a deep, bottomless well of unfulfilled want.
You solidified again, right in front of him, your form more defined than ever before. The rage was back, but now it was tangled with a raw, desperate yearning that made your entire being tremble. You raised your spectral hands, not to strike, but to grip the front of his long coat. The fabric didn't move, but he felt the chilling drain of your touch, the desperate pull of your non-corporeal fingers.
“There now,” he soothed, his own hands coming up to cup your face. His thumbs stroked over the impression of your cheekbones. The warmth of his leather-clad skin was an agonizing delight, a pleasure so sharp it was almost pain. “That’s better. Let it out. Show me what it is you truly want.”
Your silent scream turned into a spectral sob, a soundless vibration that shook the air between you. Your ghostly mouth opened, and you surged forward, pressing your lips to his.
It was a kiss of ice and static. A ghost’s kiss. There was no softness, no yielding flesh, only a shocking, pervasive cold and the faint taste of ozone and ancient sorrow. But for Flins, it was utterly fascinating. The sheer, raw *need* pouring off you was more intoxicating than any human wine. He didn't just feel it on his lips; he felt it in his mind, a torrent of a century’s worth of pent-up lust and loneliness.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your spectral mouth. You gasped, a sound that was more a ripple in the air than actual noise, and your form flickered, becoming almost solid in his grasp. He could feel the vague outline of your body pressed against his, a cold weight that promised an impossible intimacy.
His hand slid from your face, down the column of your throat, over the curve of a breast that was both there and not-there. He felt the phantom peak harden under his palm, the sensation sending another tremor through you.
“So you *do* want this,” he whispered against your mouth, his voice thick with a dark, burgeoning excitement. He was a scholar of humanity, and this… this was a form of study he had never considered. “You want to be touched. To be filled. To feel something other than this endless, gnawing cold.”
He broke the kiss and pushed you back gently, pinning you against the rough, cold stone of the mausoleum wall. Your back phased slightly into the rock, the sensation of it grating through your very soul. His lantern, still in his other hand, cast your commingled shadows long and dancing.
“I can do that for you,” he promised, his eyes glowing with an almost feral light. “I can make you feel so much, you’ll forget the cold entirely. But you have to hold on. You have to focus all that rage, all that need, and make yourself *real* for me.”
His gaze dropped to the belt at his waist, and with a flick of his wrist, he undid the buckle. The leather strap fell away, and he began to unbutton his grey trousers, his movements slow, deliberate, torturous. You watched, mesmerized, your ghostly form held captive by a force more powerful than any chain: anticipation.
He was larger than you’d imagined a man could be, his erection a thick, heavy length of flesh, pale in the lantern’s purple light and shockingly, beautifully alive. It was the most solid, most real thing you had seen in a hundred years. A focal point in your ethereal chaos.
“Come here,” he commanded, his voice no longer courtly, but raw with his own burgeoning lust. He took your spectral hand and guided it to his shaft.
The contact was explosive.
For you, his heat was a supernova. A searing, pulsing brand of pure life that threatened to overwhelm your senses, to burn your ghostly essence away. It was terrifying and glorious. You gripped him, your fingers finally finding purchase on something solid, something real. Your form solidified further, shimmering with the sheer effort of it.
For Flins, your touch was an exquisite torment. An electrifying, deathly cold wrapped around his fever-hot flesh. It was a sensation beyond pleasure, a dance on the very edge of life and death. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound torn from his throat.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, the curse a stark contrast to his usual refined speech. “Yes, just like that. Hold on to me.”
He hitched up one of your spectral legs, hooking it over his hip. The movement was jarring, your non-body offering no weight, yet he held you as if you were made of flesh and bone. He positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, an entrance that was little more than a shimmering fold in your spectral form, a vortex of pure need.
“You’ve been empty for a long time, haven’t you?” he taunted, his hips giving a small, testing push. The tip of his cock slid into you, and the world dissolved.
Cold fire. That was the only way to describe it. His living heat plunged into your spectral core, a violation and a benediction all at once. You threw your head back, your silent scream finally finding voice—a high, ethereal wail that blended with the howling wind. It was a sound of agony and ecstasy, of a century of loneliness shattering in a single, glorious moment.
Flins grunted, his face contorting in a mask of intense concentration and pleasure. Fucking a ghost was… work. It took a focus of will to keep you corporeal enough, to push into something that fought to dissipate with every movement. But the sensation was unparalleled. The tight, clinging cold of your spectral cunt, draining the heat from him, making his blood sing.
“That’s it,” he panted, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers sinking into your form as if it were firm ectoplasm. “Stay with me. Stay fucking solid for me.”
He began to move, a slow, deep rhythm. Each thrust was a shock to your system. The feeling of being filled, stretched, the friction of his flesh inside yours… it was a litany of sensations you had only ever dreamed of. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your ghostly arms clinging to his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him, the only solid thing in your universe.
The cold of the mausoleum stone at your back, the rough texture of his coat against your spectral skin, the impossible heat of him buried deep inside you. It was too much. You were coming undone.
“Oh, you feel that, don't you?” he growled, sensing the shift in your energy. He quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, punishing. He was fucking you against a tomb, a guardian of the dead defiling one of his charges, and the sheer transgression of it fueled his own arousal. “You’re so fucking tight. So cold. Like fucking a winter storm.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Scream for me,” he whispered, his voice a venomous, seductive command. “I want to hear you. I want to hear what a hundred years of waiting sounds like when you finally come.”
His words, his filthy, perfect words, were the final push. Your climax ripped through you, a cataclysmic explosion of spectral energy. Your entire form blazed with a blinding white light, and a true, audible scream was torn from you, echoing across the graveyard. It wasn't a scream of rage anymore. It was a scream of pure, unadulterated release. The feeling was so intense, you felt yourself scattering, dissipating like smoke.
But Flins held you together. As your orgasm tore through you, he drove into you one last time, his own release flooding your spectral core. His hot seed had nowhere to go, instead transmuting into a wave of pure life energy that washed through you, solidifying your form, anchoring you to the moment. He slumped against you, his forehead resting on the cold stone above your head, panting.
For a long moment, the only sounds were the wind and his ragged breaths. You were still wrapped around him, your form more stable than it had ever been. The rage was gone. The restless, gnawing ache had been soothed, replaced by a warm, liquid languor that permeated your entire being. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your chest, a solid, rhythmic thump that was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.
He slowly, reluctantly, pulled out of you. The absence of his heat was a sudden, sharp loss, but the warmth he’d left behind remained. He adjusted his clothing with a surprising lack of haste, his movements still elegant despite the raw carnality of what had just happened. He picked up his lantern, its purple flame seeming to burn a little brighter.
He looked at you. Your form was no longer a fright mask of rage. You were still translucent, still a creature of moonlight and memory, but now there was a softness to your edges. The impression of your face held a look of dazed, peaceful wonder.
“Well,” he said, his courtly demeanor settling back over him like a familiar cloak, though his voice was still a little rough around the edges. “That was a far more productive use of the evening than our usual theatrics, wouldn’t you agree?”
He offered you a small, genuine smile. Not teasing, not condescending. A smile of shared intimacy, of a secret kept between the two of them.
You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to. You simply drifted from the wall and floated beside him, a companion now, not a tormentor. The cold spot that heralded your presence was gone, replaced by a faint, pleasant coolness, like the air after a summer rain.
Flins turned and began his walk back toward the distant, pulsing light of the lighthouse. He didn’t look back to see if you were following. He knew you were. Your place was no longer just in this graveyard. It was at his side. The lonely lightkeeper and his violent ghost, bound together by a night of impossible, profane, and utterly perfect sin. The wind still howled, but for the first time in a century, it no longer sounded like a dirge. It sounded like a love song.
Paring: Venti x reader (idk this is my first time writing 😭) AFAB (I suppose)
Rating: Explicit | 18+ | Minors DNI
Tags: Priest Kink, Divine Being, Sacrelige, Venti x Reader, PWP, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Altar Sex, Power Dynamics
Warnings: Religious themes, sacrilegious acts, power imbalance, explicit sexual content
Story:
The cathedral stood silent in the moonlight, its stained glass windows dark save for the flickering candlelight within. You shouldn't be here this late—the evening mass had ended hours ago—but something pulled you back, an inexplicable draw to these hallowed halls.
And to him.
Father Venti was unlike any priest you'd encountered. Where others wore severity like vestments, he moved through the church with an almost fey lightness, his laughter inappropriate for the solemn space yet somehow perfectly suited to him. Cyan-tipped braids framed an eternally youthful face, and those eyes—aquamarine and ancient despite his boyish features—seemed to see straight through every carefully constructed wall you'd built.
"Couldn't stay away?" His voice drifted from the altar, melodic and teasing. He sat on the marble steps, still in his ceremonial robes though they hung open and loose, revealing the simple white shirt beneath. A wine bottle dangled from his fingers. "The church is closed, you know."
Your footsteps echoed as you approached. "I needed... I came to pray."
"Mm." He tilted his head, braids sliding over his shoulder. "Pray? Or did you come seeking something else entirely?" The knowing curve of his lips made heat rise to your cheeks.
This had been building for weeks—stolen glances during service, his fingers lingering too long when passing you the communion wine, the way his sermons about earthly pleasures felt directed solely at you. It was wrong. He was a priest. This was sacred ground.
And yet.
"I don't know what you mean, Father," you whispered, but even you could hear the lie.
Venti laughed, the sound bright and unrepentant. He set the wine aside and stood with fluid grace, descending the altar steps. "Don't you? Then why are you trembling?" He stopped close enough that you could smell wine on his breath, mixed with something sweeter—apple blossoms perhaps. "Why does your heart race every time I speak?"
"This is... we shouldn't..."
"Shouldn't?" His fingers traced your jawline, feather-light. "Such a funny little word. Who decides what should and shouldn't be?" His touch drifted lower, ghosting over your throat where your pulse hammered visibly. "Your body knows what it wants. Why deny it?"
"Because you're a priest," you breathed, even as you leaned into his touch.
His laughter came darker now, edged with something wild. "Am I? What makes a priest, I wonder? These robes?" He shrugged them off his shoulders, letting expensive fabric pool at his feet. "Or perhaps this collar?" Nimble fingers worked at the clasp. It joined the robes.
"The church—"
"The church," he interrupted, backing you against a stone pillar, "is just walls and windows. Beautiful, yes, but ultimately empty without those who give it meaning." His hands settled on your hips, possessive. "And right now, the only meaning I care about is written in the way you look at me."
Your breath caught as he pressed closer, lithe body pinning you to the cold stone. "Father Venti—"
"Just Venti." His lips brushed your ear. "No titles here. No roles to play." A pause, then quieter, almost vulnerable: "Unless you truly wish to stop? I may be many things, but I won't take what isn't freely offered."
The choice crystalized before you. You could leave, pretend this never happened, return to proper worship and appropriate distance. Safe. Sensible.
Or you could dive into the heresy of wanting, embrace the sacrilege of desire.
Your hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer. "Don't stop."
The smile he gave you was radiant and wicked all at once. "Music to my ears." Then his mouth claimed yours, and thinking became impossible.
He kissed like a storm—wild and consuming, all playful teasing burned away by genuine hunger. His tongue swept past your lips, tasting, claiming, as his hands roamed your body with clear intent. Clever fingers found the fastenings of your clothing, making quick work of buttons and laces.
"So many layers," he murmured against your mouth, laughing softly. "Do they make these purposefully complicated to test a man's patience?"
"Perhaps it's divine punishment for your wandering hands, Father."
He nipped your lower lip sharply. "What did I say about titles?" But his eyes danced with mirth. "Though if you're going to be bratty, I suppose I'll have to remind you who's conducting this particular service."
Before you could respond, he dropped to his knees.
The sight stole your breath—a priest kneeling before you, not in prayer to any god but in worship of flesh and pleasure. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing fabric out of his way with single-minded determination. Cool air hit bare skin as he divested you of your remaining clothing from the waist down.
"Beautiful," he breathed, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "Let me hear your confessions now. Every gasp, every moan—consider them prayers I'll gladly receive."
His mouth moved higher, breath hot against sensitive flesh. When his tongue finally made contact, you couldn't contain the sharp cry that escaped. Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in those distinctive braids as he worked you with devastating skill.
There was nothing tentative or uncertain in his ministrations. He licked and sucked with clear experience, finding every sensitive spot with unerring accuracy. The obscene sounds of his enthusiasm echoed off vaulted ceilings, a different kind of hymn filling the sacred space.
"Venti," you gasped, hips rocking against his face. "Oh god—"
He hummed his approval, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you steady as he doubled his efforts. The pleasure built with overwhelming intensity, coiling tighter and tighter until you stood on a knife's edge.
"That's it," he encouraged, pulling back just enough to speak, lips glistening. "Let go. Show me your devotion."
His mouth sealed over your most sensitive point, sucking firmly, and you shattered. Pleasure crashed through you in waves, your voice rising in wordless ecstasy as he worked you through the climax with relentless attention. Your knees buckled, and only his strong grip kept you upright as aftershocks rippled through trembling muscles.
When you could finally focus again, you found him watching you with unmistakable satisfaction, fingers wiping his mouth. "Exquisite," he declared, rising fluidly. "But we're far from finished."
He took your hand, pulling you toward the altar with playful urgency. The marble structure loomed before you, draped in white cloth, candles casting flickering shadows across its surface. Sacred. Inviolate.
Until Venti swept the ceremonial items aside with casual disregard, making space.
"Here?" Your voice came breathless, shocked.
"Here," he confirmed, lifting you easily onto the altar. The stone was cold through the thin cloth beneath you, making you gasp. "What better place to worship?" His hands pushed your thighs apart, settling himself between them. "Besides," he added with that impish grin, "I've always found traditional religion terribly boring. Time to make our own rituals."
His fingers trailed over your still-sensitive flesh, drawing whimpers. "You're insatiable," you accused weakly.
"Guilty," he agreed cheerfully, working at his own remaining clothes. "Freedom means indulging in life's pleasures without shame. And you, my dear..." His shirt joined the growing pile of discarded garments. "...are the most tempting pleasure I've encountered in quite some time."
When he finally stood bare before you, candlelight painted his skin in gold and shadow. He was beautiful—lean muscle and graceful lines, evidence that his youthful appearance wasn't entirely what it seemed. But it was his expression that captivated you: hunger tempered with genuine affection, desire mixed with something almost tender.
"Last chance," he offered quietly, hands resting on your knees. "We can stop here. No judgment, no regret."
You answered by pulling him closer, legs wrapping around his waist. "I want this. Want you."
His smile turned brilliant. "Then have me."
He entered you slowly, giving you time to adjust to the stretch and fullness. A low groan escaped him as he bottomed out, forehead dropping to rest against yours. "You feel incredible," he breathed. "Like you were made for this. For me."
Then he began to move.
The rhythm started gentle, almost tender, each thrust careful and measured. But as your body relaxed into the pleasure, accepting him deeper, his control began to fray. His pace increased, hips snapping forward with greater urgency as his playful demeanor gave way to raw need.
"More," you demanded, nails raking down his back. "Venti, please—"
"Greedy thing," he panted, but obliged with enthusiasm. His hands gripped your hips, angling you perfectly as he drove deeper, harder. The altar shook beneath you with each powerful thrust, candles guttering in the breeze you created.
The sounds filling the cathedral now were anything but holy—skin meeting skin, your combined moans and gasps, his breathless encouragements. The church had witnessed countless prayers over the centuries, but none quite like this desperate symphony of pleasure.
"Touch yourself," Venti commanded, voice rough with exertion. "Want to feel you come apart around me."
Your hand moved between your bodies, fingers finding that bundle of nerves. The dual sensation—his thick length moving inside you, your own touch on your clit—quickly built toward another crescendo. Your inner walls began to flutter around him, drawing a strangled curse from his lips.
"That's it," he encouraged, thrusts becoming erratic. "So close, aren't you? Can feel you tightening. Gonna fill this sacred space with your pleasure. Gonna make you scream prayers to gods who won't answer—because I'm the only deity listening tonight."
His words, blasphemous and beautiful, pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm hit like lightning, pleasure so intense it bordered on painful. You cried out his name like a benediction, back arching off the altar as ecstasy consumed you.
Venti followed moments later, your inner muscles milking his release from him. He buried himself deep, shuddering through his climax with your name on his lips. For a moment, you stayed locked together, both panting and trembling in the aftermath.
Slowly, carefully, he withdrew and gathered you against his chest. Despite everything, his touch remained gentle as he helped you down from the altar, steadying you when your legs proved unreliable.
"Well," he said eventually, that playful lilt returning to his voice, "I think that might be my most memorable service yet."
You laughed despite yourself, swatting his arm. "You're terrible."
"Terribly good, you mean." He pressed a kiss to your temple, surprisingly sweet after such depravity. "No regrets?"
You considered the question seriously, looking around the disheveled altar, your scattered clothing, the evidence of your sacrilege written in every detail. By all rights, you should feel ashamed. Guilty.
Instead, you felt free.
"No regrets," you confirmed, reaching up to touch his face. "Though we should probably clean up before morning mass."
His laugh rang out, clear and unrestrained. "Ever practical! Very well, we'll restore order to the chaos." He began gathering clothes, still gloriously naked and completely unashamed. "But you'll come back, won't you? I find I'm quite addicted to hearing your prayers."
You watched him move around the space with casual grace, and felt that same pull that had brought you here tonight—stronger now, impossible to deny. Whatever this was between you, whatever rules you'd broken, it felt more honest than any empty recitation of scripture.
"I'll come back," you promised.
His smile could have lit the entire cathedral.
As you both dressed and set the altar to rights, careful to replace everything exactly as it had been, you couldn't help but marvel at the strangeness of it all. This playful priest with his ancient eyes and mischievous nature, who spoke of freedom and pleasure with such conviction. Who was he really?
"You're thinking too loudly," Venti observed, tying the final knot on his ceremonial robes. "I can practically hear the questions."
"Who are you really?" The words escaped before you could stop them. "You're not... I mean, you don't seem like any priest I've known."
His expression softened, something ancient and knowing flickering in those aquamarine depths. "Does it matter? We're all playing roles, wearing masks. The important thing is what's true beneath." He cupped your face gently. "What's true is that I choose freedom—freedom to feel, to want, to embrace life in all its messy glory. And tonight, I chose you."
It wasn't really an answer, but somehow it was enough.
As you finally prepared to leave, Venti caught your hand one last time. "Sweet dreams," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "And remember—the church is always open for you. Day or night."
The promise in his words, the heat in his eyes, made it clear he wasn't just talking about prayer.
Walking home through empty streets, you felt irrevocably changed. The person who had entered that cathedral hours ago—nervous, conflicted, bound by propriety—seemed like a stranger now. In her place was someone bolder, someone willing to embrace desire without shame.
Tomorrow would bring its own challenges. Questions of morality and propriety couldn't be ignored forever. But tonight, wrapped in the memory of Venti's touch and the echo of pleasure still humming through your veins, you felt something you'd never quite experienced before.
31 days of Zhongli horniness? Just short drabbles. Alright I lied, these are definitely longer than 100 words lol. I'm still writing these on the fly tho. Also, not all of these will contain smut.
teratophilia (NSFW)
jealousy
aphrodisiacs (NSFW)
grooming
collaring (NSFW)
leather (NSFW)
immobilized
reward (NSFW)
edging (NSFW)
swallowing (NSFW)
lap dances (NSFW)
blowbang (NSFW)
spanking
food
degradation (NSFW)
lactation (NSFW)
cum inflation (NSFW)
evil twin
costumes (NSFW)
rituals
mirror (NSFW)
gag
voyeurism (NSFW)
vibrator (NSFW)
priest
tattoo
harness
knife play
master/slave
cunnilingus
nipple play
List might change if i find later entries are repetitive or too similar to earlier entries!
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unexpected audience — ft. kyryll chudomirovich flins
synopsis: flins is good at fucking you—you know that, and he knows that, too. it doesn’t hurt if maybe the ghosts are also made aware
before you read. ❤︎ 2k word count ; female reader ; established relationship ; smut — mdni ; exhibitionism ; mating press ; unprotected sex ; creampie ; praise ; i have no dignity left from writing this so i could not bear to proof read lol </3
commentary. ❤︎ i have no comments i would just like to say everyone should block @luffysprincess and @neiptune while you have the chance there is pure evil in their dna’s
Your favorite thing about Flins is how good he is at talking. Ironically, your least favorite thing is also how good he is at talking.
You don’t like how convincing he can be. (But then again, it’s rather enjoyable when he’s…well, convincing. You don’t ever have a bad time.)
“How lucky I am,” he murmurs, his nose brushing against the column of your throat. He inhales. It’s a sweet scent—the smell of your sweat and your lingering perfume. He likes when he gets to breathe it in right here as his hands dig into your thighs and press your knees closer to your chest. “Aren’t you just a marvelous sight? Breathtaking as always, my light.”
“H-how would you know,” you stutter, “it’s dark—would it kill you to have some more light in here?”
He chuckles.
“Is it? But I can see you just fine,” he murmurs. He rolls his hips once more—the thick, warm girth of his cock dragging along your walls once more and building the pressure in your core with just a little more friction. You whine, and he grins with a little too much satisfaction. “Your face is glowing, did you know? And there’s that divine little way you scrunch your nose—I can see it all clearly. Oh, and we mustn’t forget the way your lips part when you say my name. Wouldn’t you be so kind as to say it once more? For me?”
You’d call him evil if you had the clarity. Instead, you cry, “F-flins,” with a sharp gasp as the tip of his cock slams against a particularly sweet spot at the back of your walls.
He knows that spot a little too well. It’s a little too familiar, and he never fails to remind you that he knows exactly where you need him to fall apart.
“Ah, there it is,” he says happily, “a precious sound, indeed. I envy anyone who gets to hear your voice utter their name—would it be selfish if I asked you to only say mine?” His tone enough makes you feel praised—something you crave a little too much when it comes to him. You like when he’s happy with you. He gives you plenty of honeyed, sugared words when he is. Words that make you so quick to become pliant and weak under his touch.
Spread your legs a little wider for me, darling—you know how beautiful you are when you do. Somehow, you always do when he asks. Ah-ah, don’t hide your face—let me see how you look when you come undone, won’t you? I craved seeing you all day. You can’t bring yourself to hide your face when he asks so politely. Give me one more, my light—you can, can’t you? You always do. And just like that, you’re caving and bending for his whims once more.
It’s easy for Flins to fuck you. He’s good at it when he does, and you can’t ever say no when he wants to. (Because you always want it, too, your heart tells you. No, he’s just very, very good at being convincing, your mind argues). But it’s easy. You make it easy for him to bed you, and he makes it easy for it to be worth it.
His fingers brush along your lower belly. The skin is smooth as silk and he traces it like he worships the feeling of you under his touch. Slow. Careful. Deliberate. Every second his fingertips trace along your body, you feel a dizzying heat of his touch mapping your body out.
And then it finds its way between your legs, right above where he has you split open on his thick length. His thumb latches onto your clit, rubbing precise circles that make your back arch upward—his other hand his quick to plant itself at the small of your back, cradling your body as you mewl.
“You seem to rather enjoy that, don’t you, my darling?” He coos, “Shall I keep it up? Touching you here?”
Another quick circle onto the sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s perfectly timed with a sharp roll of his hips, his tip bullying past your folds. It’s messy—there’s a pool of your slick at the base of his cock, and it’s smeared along your inner thighs. He made a good point of bringing it to your attention, too—my, what a pleasant mess I am greeted with, my dear. Surely I haven’t earned such an eager response from your body with so little? We’ve hardly begun.
Smug. He’s so, irritatingly smug with words dipped in gold. They’re soft and precious and rich the more pure they are, and they lure you in with greed. And you fall for it every time.
Every damn time.
“Close,” you pant, voice a breathless whisper, “s-so close, Flins—th-think…think m’bout to cum—”
He groans at that. He’s good at charming you, but he’s not immune to that effortless charm of your own. You don’t even know it, he thinks—you don’t even know that you have him wrapped around those pretty little fingers without even trying.
His cock does a twitch. He’s close too—you know because there’s a small change in his pace. A touch sloppier. A little less rhythmic with the way he drills into you. A little more desperate as he chases the friction of dragging every ridge and every vein along your slick heat.
You hum a little, grinning to yourself as you pull him down and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your lips into a wet, messy kiss. Your walls clench around him, and he groans into your mouth, making a soft, low sound that you drink up greedily.
“Does that feel good?” You whisper.
“Must I elaborate such obvious things?” He asks roughly.
“Won’t you indulge me with your usual sweetness?” You plead.
He’s weak—for you, he is. So he groans once more, heavy and labored breaths fanning across your lips as he feels the tight, warm squeeze of your walls around his cock. It’s good—so good, in fact, that he’s almost at a loss for words. (A miracle in and of itself, he thinks. Flins is hardly at a loss for words—he’s quite good at articulating what he wants to say, in fact).
“Well, if I must—yes. You do feel good,” he pants, voice breaking just a fraction as your walls flutter around the throbbing cock that bullies into you. “You…you are a wonder—so soft and sweet and exquisite. I fear one day I may wake up and find you gone. A figment of my imagination. You’d never let that happen, would you my dear?”
“N-no,” you whine, breath getting heavier as the familiar build up creeps up on you. “Never…n-never leaving.”
“An undeniable relief,” he chuckles breathlessly. “I was almost worried—”
He cuts off his own words the second he senses it. Flins can sense things a little quicker than you.
There’s a creak in the door. There’s a weird howl in the wind. There are the faintest, quietest echoes of what sounds like footsteps.
You think you’re imagining it. He knows a little better than that.
It’s not like you can pay it much mind—you’re in a bit of a predicament yourself to pay too much attention to your surroundings. One particularly harsh thrust of his hips, and you forget what you were thinking in the first place.
He tends to do that to you.
“What utterly unremarkable timing,” he almost grumbles. “I always thought my neighbors to be a little more…considerate.”
Flins lives alone on this small little island that he calls home. He keeps to himself. There are no signs of life apart from him and you and the frostlamp flowers that grow along the cemetery. There are no neighbors…unless he means the ghosts.
And then you notice it—the pair of eyes in the corner. The other right beside the first. The pair in the distance to your left and the one that’s a little closer to your right. They watch you carefully, watch the way your knees are folded to press you in half and the way his cock disappears and reappears every time he practically pulls out just to slide back into you all the way. You’re sure they take note of the way his hand—free of gloves for now, has a persistent thumb attached to your clit with those harsh circles that make you dizzy.
It feels shameful, having the dead watch you this way. It feels almost like they are mocking the way you are so alive—watching the way your heart is erratic and your body is worked up to such a heightened state.
“W-wait,” you gasp, “there’s p-people—”
“Yes, it would appear we have an audience,” he clicks his teeth, “how impolite. I don’t appreciate sharing—selfish as it may seem.”
“We should stop—they’ll s-see—”
“Then show them, my darling,” he leans down and presses a soft, delicate scatter of kisses along your jaw. “Perhaps they only wish to watch, don’t they?” His voice is almost a purr now, wicked and low. Still dangerously sweet. His hips snap into you harder, forcing you to take every inch. “Show them how beautiful you are when you come apart.”
Your protest dies in your throat when his thumb grinds cruelly once more over your clit, dragging tight circles that make your thighs shake. You can feel every stare searing through you, their hollow eyes fixed on where you’re split wide open around him. Shame burns in your chest—but it only makes the heat in your belly throb sharper, dirtier.
“Flins—ah, f-fuck—” you choke on your own words when he pulls almost all the way out—but you don’t mourn the loss of him filling you when he slams back to the hilt, the sound wet and obscene in his quiet home in the graveyard. His hand presses at your lower belly, holding you in place, making you feel how he fills you up inside. “They’re—they’re going to see me—”
“Let them,” he sings against your ear, biting at your lobe. “Let them envy what it means to have a pulse. Let them watch you bleed with pleasure.” His thumb flicks faster—it’s almost merciless, and you’re keening now, arching shamelessly so every phantom eye can see how your body reacts and begs for more.
You’re dizzy, your thighs are quivering, and your chest is heaving as you writhe under his touch. He pistons into you like he means to fuck you straight through the earth, the rich soil that houses his troublesome neighbors that don’t know to mind their business. He’s good at dragging the sounds out of your throat no matter how you try to swallow them—no matter how much dignity you try to preserve. His pace is too brutal, too expert at making you lose composure to keep it together in front of your….unexpected audience.
Finally, with a sharp cry, you’re breaking apart around him. You can feel your walls spasming around him with your release, wet and gushing over his cock. He hisses when you clamp down around him, thrusting deeper and rutting until he shudders inside you, spilling hot and thick ropes of cum while his teeth sink into your neck.
“P-perhaps one of these days you’ll kill me, too,” his voice cracks, “and I’ll join our intruders in the land of the dead with how you make my heart stop.”
“Flins,” you sob—it’s all you can manage to utter. All you can bring your incoherent mind to piece together as your nails press angrily into his shoulders and make bright red indents bloom into his skin. “F-feels…feels so good.”
“I’m sure they are aware,” he chuckles, “it’s written all over your face, my dear.”
He sounds a little satisfied with that. With the fact that there is a population of people—dead, of course, but a population all the same—that knows how good he is at fucking you. At making you fall apart around his cock and scream his name and weaken in his arms.
When you come down from your sigh, both trembling in the aftermath, he doesn’t let you hide. You try to pull hims down and bury your face into his neck, but he resists—instead, he drags your chin up so you’re looking directly at him, face fully on display. He’s still deep inside of you—and you’re still full of him, still stretched and dripping with his release.
“I believe they had a proper view, wouldn’t you say?” His voice hoarse but laced with triumph. “Even the dead cannot argue that I know your body better than anyone.”
Their true forms take over, and they’re needy for you.
Pairs — Childe, Itto, Ei, Zhongli x afab!reader
Note: I know Childe’s isn’t exactly what I said would happen, but I liked the idea of being fucked by foul legacy so much that I plan on making that it’s on fanfic.
Warnings — Rough sex, degradation, praise, restraints, public sex (Childe) belly bulge (Itto and Childe), breeding kink (Itto), unfair power dynamic but it’s all consensual, rough fucking, monster fucking (?), inappropriate use of tail (Zhongli)
!Everything is consensual! 18+ MINORS DNI
Childe
The entirety of his massive body engulfed the fragility of yours. His cock was so, so much bigger, stretching you out to your fullest. His pace was relentless, pinning you down to the floor while his dick dragged along your slick walls. His sharpened claws tangled in your hair as he thrust deeper and deeper inside you. All of it was overwhelming in the most delicious way possible. The sound of skin slapping and your squelching noises filled your ears, the sound so erotic that it caused a puddle to drip below you. The grip on your waist from him was almost painful, but you were so far gone that you barely registered any pain at all. You just wanted more. More of him. He was all you needed, and you loved it. In this form, in the Golden House, right here and right now. You didn’t want anything else other than this.
“Please Childe, it’s too much…” Your words came out slurred and muffled with every breath, drunk off the pleasure the fullness provided. A deep rumbling purr vibrated in Foul Legacy’s chest. It sent a delicious chill down your spine, one that was a mix of fear and excitement. He pulled himself out of you and slammed back into you, harder, rougher. “If you’re going to act like a whore for dick you might as well learn to take it,” His voice reverberated through your body as he was flushed against yours. He practically lifted you off the ground with ease, his groans coming out as growls.
Your body was quivering beneath his own. Tears of bliss streamed down your face as you were turned into a blabbering mess. Broken moans of his name are all that are eligible and it filled him up with pride. Knowing that even in another form he was able to turn you into a desired-filled disaster. To turn you into Ana whimpering, helpless mess. His hand pressed down on the bulge in your stomach. The motion makes you feel all of him at once. You arched your back, gripping onto him the best you can. Your walls clenched around him as burning pleasure took over your body, so much so that you swore your vision turned white for a moment.
The sensation of your walls hugging his cock sent him over the edge. He pushes you back onto the ground and fucks into you faster, the overstimulation making you squirm. With one final thrust, his seed shot into you, dripping back down onto the floor. He leaned down, lifting the mask off his head just enough to give you a sweet kiss on your slightly parted lips. He smiled against them, a smile that you could read as mischievous even in your delirious state. Putting his mask back down, he slammed his cock back into you again. This time slower, savoring each movement.
Ei
Hot, hot, hot. It felt so overwhelmingly hot despite the cool, crisp air of Euthymia. There was an ungodly amount of hands on your flushed body. Not a single part of you is touching the ground below. There is a pair of hands gripping your wrists and ankles, forcing them apart to leave your bare body open and vulnerable. Hands were fondling your chest, brushing over your nipples that elicit even more erotic moans out of you that echoed throughout the sacred chamber. Her form floated just a few feet away, legs crossed and chin resting on the palm of her hand in mockery. Mockery of how vulnerable you are, completely under her influence.
Hands were gripping your thighs, needing the flesh so harshly that it was sure to leave behind bruises. Hands wrapped around your hips and forced you down onto the fingers that were pumping in and out of your sopping wet hole. All these hands yet not one of them belonged to the woman who appeared before you. Her eyes held a fierce intensity of lust, tempting you to look away from her, to close your eyes and fall into the pleasure that she undoubtedly controls. You made the mistake of looking away once, and that left you with a hand-shaped mark on the side of your face from one of her many hand puppets.
“This sight,” Her luring voice surrounds you, enticing you to bring your attention to her. Her hand drops, ghosting over her chest and down her torso. Your eyes follow her movement. A ragged breath slips past your lips when Ei finally uncrosses her legs, revealing her drenched hole. You can see the slickness on her inner thighs from the dim lighting of the realm. "Is truly something I wish to see for eternity."
Her finger slips between her folds, enticing a soft moan out of her. At this moment the hand puppet that was pumping in and out of you at a brutal pace has stopped completely. You whine in frustration, wanting more. More of the white-hot pleasure it was giving you.
"You'll be my puppet, won't you? Be my little plaything.." She slips in another finger, pumping in and out at a slow pace. The hand-puppet mimics her movements, in and out of your own. You lurch forward, a moan forced out of of you and leaving you breathless. Ei’s satisfied smile is prevalent, the squelching sound of her fucking her pussy sending you into a haze.
She sped up, her head tilting back and letting out a moan so divine you wanted to get on your knees and worship her then and there. You couldn’t stop your legs from quivering from the intensity of the sensations you were feeling. You felt as light as a feather, not able to think of anything other than Ei and what she was indirectly doing to you. Not able to think about anything other than how beautiful she looked when she plunged her fingers inside of her, her thumb circling her clit with such precision that it caused your clit to throb with need. No thought didn’t cross your mind that wasn’t related to how good she was making you feel. Your slick dripped onto the ground, so wet that was gliding down your thighs.
The god of eternity molded you into her puppet, which she can control however she wishes. If it meant leaving you shaking, begging for more with her fingers down your throat, soaked with her juices; then you didn’t mind one bit.
Itto
Itto’s horns were bigger, pointier than usual. His nails were razor-sharp, longer. They dug into the dips of your hips, locking you down tight on his face. Your own hands clung to his horns to maintain your balance. With each tug he receives from your iron grip, the more animalistic growls that are muffled by your pussy. He was lapping at your wetness like a starved dog.
“Stop! Too much- too much Itto-“ Your pleas are cut off by a pornographic moan when his overtly long tongue slips between your folds. He pulls you down closer when you try to back away from the overwhelming amount of white-hot pleasure coursing through your body. The way his tongue slips out of your aching hole to swirl around your clit left your back arching and your nails digging into his horns. Your grip only sent him into overdrive.
With a growl that was muffled by your thighs, he lifted you off of his face. You could only catch a glimpse of the gleam from your slick around his mouth before he turned you around and forced you onto your stomach. Your hands gripped the sheets in surprise, even more so when he lifted your hips.
“Too much, huh? Too much, too much.” He laughs, and it sounds borderline maniacal. A chill is shot down your spine at the sound, yet at the same time, it leaves your hole throbbing and aching for more. Begging to be fucked by this new side of him. “I’ll show you too much. I’ll leave my well-behaved whore feeling so good that you won’t even want to stop.”
You feel the tip of his cock press at your entrance. Your legs shook, not only from pleasure but from the fact of how big he felt. Bigger than usual. Itto leans his body over yours, leaving sloppy kisses up your back, leaving marks along your neck, before finally kissing you on the lips with so much force it knocked your head back a little.
“You’re not a whore- I’m just so-so pent up that I can’t think clearly-“
“Itto,” His name was a quiet whine, making him groan, “Shut up and fuck me already,” It didn’t matter how big he was, his unintentional teasing was leaving your walls to clench around nothing. Begging him to fill you up and make you into his fuck toy.
He places a delicate kiss on your shoulder. A sheering pain coursed through you when his fangs punctured the skin to leave a mark behind. It faded into a pleasure that made your eyes roll back, his tongue gliding over it to soothe the pain. Then, he shoved his cock into your body. It was so overly big that it left a noticeable bulge in your stomach.
He didn’t give you time to adjust. His only focus was on fucking you till you couldn’t walk, till you were screaming his name and so full of his cum that it dripped out of your hole. He slammed into you, and your mind immediately went to the clouds. The way his cock dragged along every inch of you had you drooling, hungry and greedy for more of him. His nails ran up your back, leaving goosebumps of anticipation behind.
“Gonna breed you so good..gonna make you mine. Be good for me and take it,” He slammed his cock into you again. You laid limp, letting him use you as he pleased. In turn, your moans filled his ears, only encouraging him to go harder.
Zhongli
As much as Zhongli hides and compresses the godhood within him, that doesn’t make his instincts go away. The dragon in him is still present, albeit with a dull ache in his chest. But during times like these, where someone is very obviously trying to flirt and take you home, the ache in his chest grows. And it feels piercing. And the only way to cure the painful feeling is to show exactly who you belong to. Who owns you. Who loves you unconditionally. Dragons are possessive, don’t you know that? So why did you test your limits and flirt back with the person right in front of his eyes?
“Please Zhongli, I was just trying to get a free drink-“your explanation is cut off by his hand pushing your head deeper into the sheets. His grip on your hair is strong, and you can feel his overly sharp claws lightly digging into your scalp. It hurt, but it made your pussy ache for more; more of him.
His body leans down, chest pressing against your back. You catch a glimpse of a faint glow of yellow, and a mix of fear and excitement course through your hypersensitive body. It’s been so long since he’s let out his true form. And he’s using it on you.
A growl emits from his throat, and it reverberates from his chest to your back. It was animalistic, and it elicited a whimper from you. His body weighed you down, it was so much bigger than yours, stronger, leaving you to feel vulnerable and at his mercy. He loved seeing you this way, under him where he was in control. It made the spark for you within him burn brighter.
A brush of something firm creeps up your inner thighs. You can’t tell what it was but it certainly couldn’t be his hands. Not when one hand is pressing your head down into the pillows and the other is wrapped around your torso, forcing you to stay still. No, it wasn’t his hand. It was thicker, wider. And it teasingly slid between your soaked folds.
His lips ghosted over your jawline, traveling up to just the shell of your ear. You could hear his needy pants, the hand around your torso needs your flesh teasingly as the claws dig into your stomach deliciously.
“Do you think I care what your motive was?” His voice sent a shiver down your spine. So deep and dark, something so commanding that it made you stiffen up. You glance back, eyes widening when you catch a glimpse of yellow, slitted eyes; and the tail that was teasing your soaked hole.
“Tell me, my qingxin, since you are so desperate for cock, why must I give it to you, hm?” His tail thrusts inside of your hole, and you mewl over. Your moans are muffled by the pillow, yet they increase in pitch the deeper it goes. It hits your cervix, and you swear you saw stars. Drool pools under your head. He’s slow with his movements, pulling out so gradually, making you feel every detail of his tail dragging against your walls.
His hand in your hair lets go. You barely have a moment to let out a sigh of relief before it’s wrapped around your throat, forcing your body to sit up. Your knees press against the soft sheets, slightly damp from just how much you were dripping. His tail thrust in harder and faster. Moans and slick, slapping sounds echoed around the bedroom. His hand adds pressure, cutting off your noises and leaving you to only roll your eyes back when he hits the perfect spot within you.
“That’s it, fall apart,” He kisses down your neck, his fangs digging into the side of your neck, “Just like that…break for me, show me who owns every part of you.”
— ♤ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: zhongli x fem!reader | 𝐜𝐰: established relationship but reader finds out his true identity! morax!form, draconic!form mention, human!reader, sex with a god, hair pulling, creampie, nipple play, rough sex, reader wears a nightgown, he calls you 'small in his hands', reader is implied to serve rex lapis, maybe ooc, 2.8k wc 18+ only, MDNI.
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This was completely different from the first time you shared beds with him.
Back then, Zhongli had been soft and gentle, undressing you with such tender care until nothing remained but bare skin and bones. You remembered his warm amber eyes, his featherlight touches, and how he gave so much of himself to you that it left you dizzy and breathless.
But this was something else entirely.
It wasn’t that long ago when, to you, he was just a consultant at the Funeral Parlour—a Liyue nobleman who was well-versed in Teyvat’s history. He had been courting you since the last Lantern Rite (perhaps longer if you had paid attention) and you were more than content with the consultant, admiring him just as he was.
Then, after retiring his gnosis—and you still struggled to fully grasp what that meant—he finally confessed.
Overnight, he went from a funeral consultant to Rex Lapis and no matter how many times he explained that he was technically no longer an Archon, it didn’t change the fact that he was still an immortal who had witnessed Liyue from infancy.
And you slept with him!
The memory sent a shiver down your spine, though you couldn’t deny the thrill of realising how the Lord of Rock had practically begged for you to get on top that night. That same feeling returned now as you prepared to sleep with him again.
You basically asked for it, though.
When he revealed his identity to you, you had some questions. The first was if he had a real form, to which he replied: I have many.
Then the second question—or rather, request—was to see one of these forms. He was happy to oblige, but you hadn’t expected him to be so… forward.
I’m not being forward, he defended himself, My skin is part of my form. It just so happens that I have to adjust my attire for you to see it properly.
But he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Zhongli—” His name now felt strange on your lips as you stared, spellbound by his new appearance. You were so captivated that anything could have rolled off your tongue and you wouldn’t have noticed… or cared.
He truly embodied every depiction of Rex Lapis you’ve ever seen.
“Is something the matter?” He asked as if his arms weren’t adorned in glowing geo patterns, as if his physique wasn’t carefully carved by millennia as a leader. He stood over you while you sat on the edge of your bed and you gulped at the vitality in his features.
He looked larger—more youthful, even.
“What do I—” You hesitated, wondering if your question was foolish. “What do I call you?”
He cupped your jaw the way he always did, though now with bare hands darkened by power that you could barely comprehend. “You can choose whichever name you like,” he replied. “It doesn’t change who I am to you.”
Your mouth went dry. It was frightening how much more irresistible he seemed like this.
“Morax,” you whispered, mostly to yourself.
His brows lifted slightly, but he stayed silent.
“Morax,” you repeated, louder this time. You knew calling him ‘Rex Lapis’ would have been more respectful, more appropriate, but after seeing him in this divine form, with barely a towel wrapped around his waist, you knew that respect had already been thrown out the window. You would ask to be forgiven but what difference would it make if the god you pleaded to stood right before you, looking so compromised?
“Interesting choice,” he chuckled as he pressed his thumb to your lips, “Now, lie still and let me enjoy what belongs to me.”
Those words sank in like branding on your skin—what belongs to me.
He was slow with you at first, hovering over you as you lay back. The silk of your nightgown clung to every curve of your body which left little to the imagination and Zhongli was so engrossed with his view, that the lust in his eyes made something inside you stir. You had to look away, your arms instinctively moving to shield your flushed expression.
After all, it wasn’t every day that you found yourself at the mercy of a man so many prayed to.
Gently, he pulled your arm away, “Why do you turn from me, my love?” He tilted his head, studying you like prey, but the tenderness in his voice reminded you that the ghost of your sweet Zhongli was still there, lingering beneath this form.
“Are you regretting your curiosity?”
“I guess… seeing you this way makes me a little… shy,” you said, though you didn’t believe your own answer.
Before you could say more, his mouth was on yours, fierce and reassuring. It took the air right out of your lungs. You barely had time to recover before he started trailing softer kisses along your jaw, then down your neck, leaving a path of warmth in their wake.
“Shy?” he repeated against your skin, “After all we’ve done, you’re still shy?” He slid his hand up your sides, tangling his fingers between the fine silk. “You may be skilled at keeping secrets but not from me. Tell me the truth, my sweet.”
You opened your mouth to respond but you couldn’t stop your back from arching at his touch, which was very much an invitation for him to tear off the delicate fabric from your body. When he did, it left your chest exposed to his hungry gaze, earning him a small gasp and a deep ache pooling between your legs.
“You’re so small in my hands,” he mused, fingers tightening around your throat for a brief moment. "And yet… you offer yourself so willingly."
You had offered yourself to a god.
You had offered yourself to a god.
“Do you understand what you’re doing?”
A shudder tore through you as he took both breasts into his hands and sank his teeth between them, leaving you with little marks made from canines you had never seen before. When you suddenly felt his hard bulge pressing against your core, you realised the towel around his waist had already been discarded. How could you even respond to him?
“This excites you, doesn’t it?” He murmured into the crook of your neck, grinding against you. He didn’t give you a chance to speak when he pried your legs open with one knee. “Have I ever told you how intoxicating you smell when you’re like this?”
Harder than before, he bit into your neck and you found your fingers tugging on his hair.
“You can… smell me—?”
“I can sense you,” he corrected, “And I know exactly what you want from me." You could certainly tell he was pleased with himself yet instead of pushing you away, it only drew you in further.
With a single motion, you hooked your finger around the pin holding his ponytail in place, and pulled—freeing his hair so it cascaded down over his toned muscles.
He looked perfect. Divine. It was your way of confirming what he already knew—that you wanted this, wanted him.
Zhongli’s eyes glowed in the dim light and there was no mistaking the godly aura of Morax residing in him. The air seemed heavier under the weight of his presence. You were suffocating.
A deep growl elicited from his chest as he pushed the tip of his cock against your underwear, teasing your entrance. You whimpered at the way he bullied you, desperately pulling him in for another feverish kiss to satisfy at least one need.
This one was hungrier, messier. His groan vibrated through your mouth as his carbon-black hand slid back to your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp for air.
Each twist and flick of his tongue felt like a silent demand: Give in. Yield.
In this state, a picture cleared. Zhongli's hands were everywhere—tangled in your hair, between the valley of your breasts, dipping into the areas you ached the most. This side of him was primal, gluttonous, and possessive. Every touch felt forbidden—blasphemous, even. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to say you weren’t enjoying every sinful second of it.
Finally, Zhongli parted from the kiss, his breath heavy as his eyes stayed locked with yours. For once, he allowed himself to make you completely at his will.
The head of his cock pressed harder against your entrance, the flimsy barrier of your silk underwear doing little to dull the intensity of his lust. He was desperate to feel the warmth inside you. You were already soaked, and he knew it—he could feel it, smell it, and it drove him wild.
“My dear,” he said, sound impatient now, “you know I admire you, right?”
“I do,” you replied too quickly.
“Good. Because I don’t want you to be mistaken.”
“What do you mea—”
Before you could finish, he pulled your underwear to the side and let his cock glide against your folds. Your hips moved with him, coating his shaft with your wetness, and that was enough for him to forget about taking it slow. Groaning, he shoved his blunt tip inside you and it left your thighs trembling. Your body felt like it was on fire, jerking back as his length stretched you out, your fingers gripping the sheets tightly, “Oh my—” you gasped.
Had it been that long since you last did this, or was this form accompanied by godly… benefits?
With his head thrown back in sheer pleasure, he let out a throaty grunt, almost salivating at the way your walls pulsed around him—like your body had been made just for him. Somehow, sex felt even better in this form and it had him feral enough to hold the sides of your hips, fingers digging into your flesh to anchor himself between your legs. “That’s it,” he growled, “Take every inch.”
He started thrusting—hard—the sound of skin meeting skin echoed off the walls. Your breasts bounced in rhythm, and he was so entranced by the sight he could cum on the spot. Every second, he was ripping moan after moan out of you as he fucked you into the mattress.
“Morax,” you called out, your voice shaking while he pumped in and out of you relentlessly, “So… good. I want more…” You ran your hands across his chest, feeling the quickening of his breath. His face shifted into a predatory look and you realised that he was losing himself as much as you.
“Then come here,” he groaned through gritted teeth, spoken exactly like someone who had never been defiled.
He didn’t wait for you to respond. Instead, he flipped you to your stomach, left your ass in the air and your legs hanging off the bed—your toes barely even touching the floor.
You braced yourself for his unyielding pace, but he surprised you with a tender kiss on your shoulder, “Tell me if it’s too much.”
The unexpected affection made your heart swell so you wiggled against his crotch, inviting him for more. He chuckled, almost pityingly, knowing full well what he was about to do next.
You couldn’t even catch your breath before he pushed back inside you, hissing as he indulged in your warmth. You swore you were well-behaved but somehow this felt like a punishment. He, who was so deceptively gentle a moment ago, found your hair and tugged it into his fist, drawing a sharp yelp from your lips.
Once he started moving at the same unforgivable pace, each thrust forced his name out of your mouth. “M-Morax— Mor–ax,” you were barely coherent and it riled him up the more you said it. It surely wasn’t the first time hearing someone call him that but in this context, he wasn’t going to make it his last—especially if it was you.
"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his voice resonant, like the rumbling of the earth itself.
“Y-Yes…”
Although, you weren’t sure what you expected when you asked to see his form but you knew what you were receiving now was the primal strength of something foreign to you.
His heavy cock stretched you so deliciously, filling you so completely that every nerve in your body screamed with pleasure. You clawed at the sheets as you creamed rings around his base and the wooden bedframe groaned with each erratic thrust.
His movements were undeniably getting sloppier and his breaths came in short, guttural huffs. “Feel- how- deep I am inside- you?” he rasped, punctuating each word with a sharp snap of his hips. “You’re taking it so well.” You couldn’t see it but you heard a grin dancing behind his voice as he pushed deeper.
Your feet were lifting off the ground with each thrust, leaving your ass stinging from the relentless pounding. When you felt his free hand snake around to cup your breast, fingers squeezing your sensitive nipple, you practically melted. “Thank you… Ple—,” you whined, the only words you could really manage.
But that was enough for him.
Zhongli’s grip on your hair tightened as he pulled, forcing your head back while his other hand dug into the soft flesh of your breast. The pain mixed with pleasure sent your vision into a blur of white. It shouldn’t feel this good but you could feel your orgasm coming despite being nothing but a ragdoll in his powerful hands.
His body trembled as he chased his release, each thrust growing more urgent as he drove into your G-spot. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure through your body until finally, your climax hit like a tidal wave. Letting go of your hair, you collapsed against the mattress. It was too much so it left you biting into the sheets, a cry ripping from your throat as your pussy clenched around him, milking his cock with each spasm. “I-I’m—ahhh—cumming!”
“Just like that,” he groaned while your body tightened, savouring the way your body responded to every thrust. He was unable to think about anything else aside from the feeling of your muscle clenching and pulsating, “So tight—keep going. You’re perfect like this.”
With one final snap of his hips, you felt him pulse between your walls, his balls tightening as he emptied deep inside you. Thick ropes of hot milky cum filled you, his cock twitching as he buried himself to the hilt. Your name rolled off his lips in a low, drawn-out grunt that was raw and animalistic, a sound that made you delirious enough to go another round just to hear it again.
Even after he finished, he stayed pressed against you, fucking his cum back into you with lazy, satisfied strokes, filling you over and over until there was nothing left to give.
“I’m… full,” you whispered shakily, still feeling every inch of him inside you.
“Are you alright, my dear?”
Yes and no. If getting tossed around meant you were fine, then sure.
"I'm okay," you breathed.
"Good girl."
When he finally pulled out, you went completely limp, rolling onto your back while a thin layer of sweat left your skin glowing.
You could feel Zhongli doing the same, his body mirroring yours as you both lay there, chests heaving, struggling to catch your breaths. After a moment, you turned to face him, both of you blinking at each other under the light.
“This… wasn’t what I meant when I said show me one of your forms,” you managed to say.
“Are you complaining?”
You let out a soft sigh as you stared up at the ceiling. Even after all this, he hadn’t lost his sarcastic sense of humour. “No,” you admitted, feeling warmth creep into your cheeks. “It’s just that… well, I think I might’ve enjoyed you—the real you—a little more than I expected. A little more than what’s appropriate, perhaps.”
You couldn’t help but dance around the memory of all the offerings you’d given Rex Lapis throughout your life. Was this his gift in return?
“Oh? Pray tell, what is it that you enjoyed so much?”
You hesitated but the way he looked at you made it impossible not to answer.
“I liked… the way you moved…" you felt slightly embarrassed to continue but he nodded for you to go on, "You were rougher on me, but it made me want more…”
While you spoke, you noticed subtle changes in him. His pupils began narrowing into thin slits, and his golden irises seemed to glow with an ethereal light. The sharpness of his fangs became more pronounced, peeking between his lips. His fingers, which had been tracing circles on your arm, now felt a little sharper, almost claw-like.
“And… your strength,” you gulped as you watched his transformation. “It was… overwhelming. I couldn’t resist it but I didn't want to. I felt safe.”
A low, rumbling growl emanated from his chest, his hand sliding possessively to your waist. It made your stomach flip.
“If that’s the case,” his voice was deeper now, almost a purr as his newly revealed tail coiled around your thigh. He leaned closer, his breath hot against the shell of your ear.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Vincent will tilt your chin up, nearly bruising your jaw. He studies you arrogantly behind dark rimmed glasses perched on the end of his nose. “You didn't need much convincing at all. Talk about a team player. Lucky you, finding somebody that can keep up."
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ He leans in close until your eyes flutter shut, then pulls back with a sharp click of his tongue. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t you feel a little ashamed?” His head tilts, and a wicked smile forms. “No? Go on then. Open those eyes. You're just as liable for the shit that goes on tonight."
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ If you pull back, he follows instantly, grip tightening around your waist. That's when he finally leans in, tongue dragging up your jaw before his lips claim yours. He smiles against your mouth, pleased at how quickly you submit for him.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Once he's invested, his breathing shifts. His lips move from your mouth to your jaw and down your neck. “Hold still,” he warns softly. He kisses a spot he knows makes you shiver and lingers there.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ His glasses usually end up crooked. Sometimes he stops, pulls them off with a slow breath, and places them on the nearest desk before returning with a fierce hunger in his eyes.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ He's all hands once the heat picks up. Determined to stay in control, he grips your hips and pulls you closer, pressing you against the nearest surface. “Stay right there,” he murmurs, kissing you until your knees buckle.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ He'll pull you into his lap or shift his hips against yours. Every time a quiet, involuntary groan slips out of him, he freezes, annoyed he let it escape.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ He loves it when you tug him by the belt. The moment you do, he swears under his breath and lets out a sharp, startled laugh. “That is a fucking dangerous game you're playing.”
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ When he's intimate with somebody he trusts, it wears down every layer of his bravado. He catches his breath with his forehead pressed to yours, biting his lip as he steadies himself. When he meets your eyes, he's relaxed. “Tell me what you want,” he whispers, thumb brushing your lips. “Say the word, and it is yours. Trust me with that one.”
CEO ZHONGLI (If you then you know where this was inspired from aka an Azeru audio)
Happy birthday to me and enjoy this self indulgence that's been reworked
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
CEO Zhongli who's playing cards with some associates betting lots of mora each game until said associates leave empty hand and pissed off that they couldn't beat Zhongli and lost hundreds of thousands of mora to him then there's you his lovely little assistant who's so good at doing whatever he asks of you.
After escorting said angry associates out, you decided to have a small chat with your boss maybe even suggest a game or two of cards using the same chips they were playing with (he's hoping to put you in a little trouble just to see your reaction) only to later on discover that it was a bad idea to play with those chips as they were not the ones you see when playing in casinos he had these specially made for his games each one is at least worth a hundred thousand and then Zhongli thought of an idea saying -
"Why don't we make a small bet, shall we?"
"What kind of a bet do you have in mind?"
You replied think what could go wrong
"Well then how about the loser have to do anything the winner wants."
"Anything?"
"Anything they want."
With that the game started with you winning 2 rounds
"I see you're not bad at all did you perhaps played before? I always have had the impression that you didn't?"
"Yes, a couple of times with some friends."
The game only went down hill from there, to him winning every round one after the other until the final round where you thought you had the upper hand.
"Didn't get a hand I suppose?"
"I'm not so sure about that as I think I might have a great hand actually."
"Well too bad I hope it's enough to beat a straight flush."
"Yes, too bad for you actually I have won with a royal flush."
Staring in disbelief eyes wide jaw slack you asked.
"H-how did you?!"
"I have my ways in making people think I got a bad hand and you just fell right into my trap... Now then about my reward from that bet we made?"
Before you even utter a word his lips is right on yours kissing you with so much love and desire that it left you breathless.
"Now what I want from you is to strip put on a show for me."
Letting out a breathless 'yes sir' as you strip yourself of your outfit and lingerie that Zhongli bought for you.
"I see you are wearing my favorite pair perhaps you were wanting this from the very beginning.. For me to fuck and ravage you in the most savage of ways possible."
"But before that I want you to not make a single sound that means no moaning, whining, groans or gasps but I suppose if it's a breathless inhale or exhale it won't count then... But if you do then you'll be punished."
His fingers running along the curves of your body one hand toying with your chest while the other trails lower and lower finally reaching their destination as his fingers rub slow tight circles on your clit then to dip down with a feather-light touch teasing your slit then back up to your clit.
You hear him mutter about you being so wet that it's dripping down his hand and onto the floor just from his simple teasings, whilst you're squirming in his hold trying your best not to let out a single sound just from his teases only for it to stop you were about to ask why when he said more like growled.
"I want you to bend over the table right now I'm going to fuck you hard and rough so you better not let a single sound out."
Nodding as you bend over the table like he had ordered as he torturously ease himself inside making you feel his cock slide in inch by inch. Once he's only halfway in Zhongli then thrusts the last few inches inside your pussy until he was balls deep that almost caused you to let out a moan just from him being inside of you.
"Oh? What was that I heard just now?.. Were you about to moan?"
With every word he spoke he punctuates them with his thrusts going harder each time.
"Still not letting a sound out... What if I go even harder and faster like this."
The sounds of skin slapping skin along with the squlishing sound of your wet pussy taking his cock could be heard louder than before prompting you to let the moans you've been holding down.
"Ah there it is let them out.. fuck.. so tight around me."
"Please I want cum please, please, please let me cum!~" you begged wantonly.
"Then cum for me while I grind into your g-spot... yes, make a mess for me... that's right cum for me.. I'm cumming!"
After growling out his sentence Zhongli shot his thick load into you making sure he breeds you nicely and fully.
"So good~"
"Don't think we're done yet.. you still have to be punished for letting out those sounds my pet as we've only just begun."
