𖦹︎ a/n: im sorry for being 3 days late to posting for my bby’s bday!! im so bad with deadlines guys … but anyways happy bday kaeya i am forever yours 🫶
[ 10:12 AM ]
your plan for kaeya’s birthday was simple enough. a party tonight, invitations sent to all the knights. jean, lisa, rosaria, even diluc. cake, balloons, presents…
but it was your job as his lover to add a little twist to pick things up.
as you explained to him your proposals for the night, kaeya kissed your cheek and wrapped his arm around your waist as you walked through the market. “it sounds lovely.”
“but I also have a little game for us to play,” you finished, smiling at him in a way he knew wasn’t meant to be as doting as your previous words.
“oh?”
from your pocket, you pulled out a small unassuming pill. “you enjoy competitions, don’t you?” your eyes sparkled. “this is an aphrodisiac.”
kaeya nodded, peering at the pill, a smirk on his lips. what did you have in store for him this time?
“so how about this:” you pulled him in close, whispering so anyone passing by couldn’t hear. “I give you this tonight, for the party. if you can’t make it through without needing to relieve yourself, no birthday sex for you. but if you do…” you tugged his collar a little bit in the way you knew he liked. “i’ll give you the best fuck of your life.”
he looked at you, surprise on his face, before he switched to his cocky grin. “it’s my birthday, isn’t it? shouldn’t I be the one making demands?” his features hardened into a combative grin. “but it’s a deal.”
[ 5:48 PM ]
everything was going according to plan. streamers were hung in the party area, glasses of wine and champagne circled the area, and dim lighting coating the room with a cozy feel. kaeya stood by the island table, flipping a coin absentmindedly as he waited for you to finish getting ready.
he heard the pattering of your feet and turned to greet you with a suave smile. “dear, the guests will be here any second…” he stopped mid sentence to marvel in your beauty, eyes growing wide as his confident facade slipped away in the sight of his love. you finished clasping the necklace he had given you for a special occasion around your neck, fixing your hair and straightening your clothes. “sorry I’m late, I was rushing—” you paused, watching his eyes take you in from top to bottom with something hazy in his gaze.
“you look ravishing,” he finally spoke, pulling you in once you were close enough. “angels pray to look like you.”
you blushed a bit, containing your composure by placing the pill in his palm. “maybe it’ll be some more incentive for you to lose tonight.”
he rolled his eyes, popping the pill back with a swig of wine. “you’re almost too much to bear, making me suffer so much on my birthday.”
“well, if you keep your dick in your pants for the next two hours, we’ll see who’s suffering tonight.”
he opened his mouth to retort before there was a knock at the door, to which you smiled at him coyly, walking away to greet the first guest of the night.
kaeya shook his head, an amused expression on his face as he sipped from his glass again. he listened to you greet the visitors, wondering if maybe this wasn’t the best idea for his own sake.
[ 6:56 PM ]
this was definitely not the best idea for him.
a challenge that seemed easy in retrospect had greatly undermined him. he had obviously underestimated the strength of the pill, the ache in his pants, and his darling doll that seemed to be purposefully riling him up at this point.
the party had been wonderful so far. it was easy for him to take shots with lisa and rosaria, engage in discussion with jean and some of the other knights, and even work up some conversation between him and diluc. the first half of the party had been a breeze, tricking him into thinking the rest would be too. but he noticed his palms began to sweat. his cheeks were heavily hued, his body almost overwhelmingly hot. suddenly the gossip wasn’t loud enough to distract him from his thoughts, the alcohol not strong enough to stop him from looking at you across the room. and it wasn’t long before he had to hide behind the counter, readjusting his pants to hide the tent he could now barely conceal. he slapped himself lightly a few times.
get your head in the game. only an hour left to go.
he could win this. he just needed to get his mind off of things. unfortunately, you had other plans.
you knew kaeya well enough to tell he was struggling. the others around couldn’t sense anything was off, but you knew he was cracking. he was right where you wanted him.
you walked over to the counter he was conveniently hiding his lower half behind. your breath ghosted over the shell of his ear, fingers dancing on his arms. “sure you don’t want to give in yet?”
he looked away, peering at the guests to make sure none of them were watching. “why would I? I’m doing great.”
“really?” you crept under his arm, pushing yourself in front of him to brush your ass against his crotch.
he groaned a bit, looking back at the guests. “shit baby, don’t do this to me right now.”
“what, scared you’re going to lose?”
“you’re acting all high and mighty now, but an hour from now things will be very different for you,” he watched as you sent an innocent smile to a passing knight. “you might even be begging on your hands and knees for me to touch you.”
he lightly moved you away from him to release the friction you were building on his groin, blocking all the thoughts trying to break the dam and let a flood in.
“well, not if you don’t make it to the next hour.” you shot back to his comment, grinning.
“my, someone’s feeling bratty today.” kaeya raised his eyebrows at you, flipping his coin in the air and catching it with a quick hand. “we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” he strode away, taking his wine glass with him.
as unbearable as this was for kaeya (no matter how much he tried to hide it), it was nearly torture for you as well. even though you hadn’t taken an aphrodisiac, watching him fidget with his slender hands and cross his ankles had you thinking of things you weren’t meant to at a birthday party. this whole situation was getting you worked up too, to the point where you eyed the clock every few minutes, waiting with baited breath for the hand to hit eight.
[ 7:32 PM ]
kaeya was seriously worried he might not be able to make it through the next half hour.
he found it to be abhorrent that he couldn’t even make it a full two hours on this pill, but it was starting to etch itself into the recesses of his mind. he excused himself to the bathroom more than once, only to splash water on his face or take a breather. he always made it quick, knowing your watchful eyes would interpret his absence as something else.
finally, things were picking up when they cut the cake, and kaeya almost felt relief knowing it soon would be coming to an end. this truly was a different kind of suffering. every time he thought of what he would do once the guests were gone, all kinds of images and ideas started crawling through him and he had to use the bathroom again to refocus.
meanwhile, you had to remind yourself to keep your eyes off of kaeya. because the longer you stared at him, the more you noticed his red tinted skin, the way his eyes looked clouded as if he was thinking of something else, and soon you were unconsciously pressing your thighs together.
when the clock struck 7:49, kaeya made sure his efforts to look tired were notice. maybe it was rude that he was trying to trick his friends into leaving, but he couldn’t stand this anymore. he knew in the next fifteen minutes, his composure would shatter and he would lose the challenge.
the first pair of knights left at 7:52, wishing him a happy birthday as he raised his glass at them in a thank you. slowly, a few more trickled out, and a few after that. diluc handed him a large box, conservatively wrapped, before he bid the two of you good night. kaeya’s heartbeat began to pick up, noting the last few guests in sight.
[ 8:00 PM ]
at 8:00, only lisa, jean and one last knight of favonius remained.
kaeya’s foot tapped anxiously, his hands shaking a bit around his glass. he wasn’t going to make it.
but to his luck, lisa and jean kissed the two of you on the cheeks, thanking you for the lovely evening. together they dragged out the last knight (who was almost too drunk to stand) and let the door shut softly behind them.
you turned the lock, letting the silence wrap around the two of you.
when you turned, kaeya looked like a fucking animal in heat. his tie strewn, the top of his shirt unbuttoned, eyes filled with a piercing lust. almost immediately he was on you, pushing you up against the door and locking your lips with his messily.
you let out a muffled sound in surprise, but fell into the softness of his mouth. he kissed you until he couldn’t breath, letting his hands finally wander up your body the way they’d been itching to all night long.
when he finally broke away, you slipped out from his embrace, walking towards the direction of the bedroom. but he grabbed you by your waist, letting you topple onto his lap on the couch.
he grabbed your hips, guiding them up and down against his erection.
you gasped, grabbing the pillow beside his head. “kaeya, l—let’s at least get to the bed—”
“no—fuck—I can’t wait anymore,” he groaned. “I’m sorry darling, but I can’t hold out for a single minute longer. do you know what hell you just put me through?”
you laughed a little bit. “archons, you’re needy. I thought you could at least wait to open presents.”
“you owe me something first.” he replied, letting his hips fall into a comfortable rhythm with yours. but soon the stimulation wasn’t enough, and he pulled you off of him and let you sink beside his body, already sheened with light sweat.
“touch me,” he almost demanded.
“well, that’s no way to speak to your saving grace.” you huffed, even though your hands were fighting to not do what he was asking.
“I’m not going to beg, babe.” he grinned at you. “birthday boy’s wishes, right?”
you let your fingers roam his abdomen, slipping down to palm at his bulge. he let out a sigh, too desperate to tease you. as you continued, you slipped off your clothes until you were left with only your panties on, a spot of dampness on them already clear. you unbuckled kaeya’s belt and pulled down his dress pants before slipping your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, letting them fall.
kaeya cursed under his breath, so relieved he couldn’t even speak. you felt as though you’d messed with him enough tonight—and it was his birthday.
you wrapped your hand around his erect cock, moving up and down his shaft. you collected the beads of precum, smearing them around his length as he fucked himself into your fist. every once and a while you’d swipe the slit of his tip, letting those cascades of breathy moans and your name fall out of his mouth. his head was tilted back, his arm covering his forehead as his hips bucked. you knew him well enough to know he was close, so you quickened your pace. to your surprise, he grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements. “what are you—?”
“mmph—fuck, c’mere.” he pulled you closer next to him, slipping his fingers down your panties to rub at your neglected bud.
you gasped as he let your slick collect on his fingers. “kaeya, it’s your birthday, I was trying to focus on you.”
“then I guess you don’t know how much I adore this pretty pussy of yours,” he replied, slipping your undergarments off fully. “now keep stroking me, sweetheart.”
you obliged, letting out little breaths and moans as kaeya’s slender fingers prodded their way into your hole. he leaned in closer, kissing along your jaw as his sinfully skilled hands made your legs shake a little. your hand continued to pump his cock just the way he liked, the heat of lust between the two of you palpable in your stares. “hah—baby, you’re doing so good for me,” he whispered.
“I thought you—mmph—told me I was gonna be on my hands and knees, begging for you to touch me,” you slurred.
“did I? well, things have changed. I forgot what a pretty thing you are to play with.” his body seized as you gave him a particularly pressured touch to his slit.
“ah, kaeya—” your hips bucked as he circled your clit with his thumb. “please, kaeya, please let me cum—!”
“and you said I was the desperate one, huh? didn’t take too much to have you begging like a slut.” he grinned, feeling his orgasm approaching.
his teasing ignited a different kind of desire in you. your hand stopped on his shaft and he sputtered in protest as you pulled yourself out from his grip. slowly, you lined yourself up, his tip nestling itself at your entrance before you sank down. the two of you let out twin moans as you wrapped you arms around his neck, leaning into him for support. he gripped the plushness of your thighs as you steadied yourself. “ah, so you’re an unpredictable slut now.” he noticed the way you tightened around him at his words, smirking.
you began to bounce on his cock with a squeal, kaeya’s grip strengthening on you. it didn’t take long for you to cum, since you’d been oh so close previously. you gushed around him as he toyed with your clit to help you ride out your high. the sight of your cum leaving a ring around the base of his dick made kaeya’s coil snap as he came too.
“look m-me in the eyes, angel,” he groaned, snapping you out of the drunkenness from your high. he smiled as you pulled in closer, your chests touching as you felt the heat of his cum pool through you.
“that’s my sweet thing,” he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and held your face in his palm. “so good to me on my birthday.”
he kissed your fingers and gave you a look equally as lustful as before. “but you gave me that pill, didn’t you? and I’m still not satisfied. so you think you can give me another?”
you nodded and he grinned, replacing his hands on your ass. you began to bounce again, crying out from the stimulation of his dick hitting all the right places. this angle was simply ecstasy, the way your clit kissed his pelvis and his cock brushed your cervix. it wasn’t long before the knot in your stomach twisted until it couldn’t anymore, and you came again. but kaeya didn’t stop.
he held your hips and guided you up and down with his own strength as you nearly sobbed from how overstimulated you were. he slapped your ass lightly a few times, purring about how good you were, cumming on his cock and still taking more.
“kaeya, kaeya—!” your cried, unable to even think of any other words. “m’ gonna cum again—”
he groaned deeply, watching his length disappear into you thrust after thrust.
“slow down—!” you squealed. “feels weird—m’ gonna, ah!” was all you managed to form before your eyes fluttered, completely dumbed down by kaeya’s dick.
“that’s right baby, make a mess for me, let it out.” he cooed in your ear.
the heat of your body skated through you as you squirted, crying out while your juices splattered onto his abdomen and both of your thighs.
his movements stuttered as he stared at your aftermath with wide eyes. the sight of you squirting on him, tears streaming down your cheeks was enough to have him cumming again, his voice strained and body almost erratic.
the two of you heaved breaths for a moment before you leaned into his chest, head foggy as he wiped the tears from your cheeks. though the scene was erotic, the warmth you both felt was anything but. it was tight strings of love, wrapping their way around each other until you were locked in close, tenderness dripping down the thread like it was doused in syrup.
“you never cease to amaze me, my darling.” he whispered, stroking your hair as you nuzzled into him and placed a kiss on his lips.
𖦹︎ a/n: be grateful i didn’t take this opportunity to have faceless ayato make an appearance ☠️ also sorry this is so short guys, but i intend to be writing some things for kaeya’s bday 🫶
ayato has many, many workers, but he takes a special liking to you.
whether it’s unnecessary touch or flirtatious conversations that never extend past his eyes scanning you up and down, you both know there’s something palpable between you two. you’re his favorite and everyone knows, even if it’s not acknowledged. he calls on you to pass along important information, requests your presence during his meetings and conferences, and even speaks to you when there’s no work to be attended to.
which is why, of course, you’re called to escort him back to his room after he returns from a long night at a luxurious gathering hosted by one of his many business associates.
you shake your head as you sling his designer coat over your arm, turning to ayato. he’s most definitely tipsy. there’s a slight sway in his stance, patches of pink blooming on his cheeks.
“i’ll escort you to your room, sir.” you say. a smile threatens to emerge on your lips, but you hold it down. he simply looks hotter than normal, despite his usually neat and tidy composure being stripped away. his tie is slightly looser, his hair a little more messy, his movements a bit unsteady in the most charming way.
as you hold his arm and walk him towards his room, you sense his eyes on you. you continue staring ahead, ignoring the butterflies pooling themselves in your stomach.
“where are you taking me?” he asks you, and you feel your heart race at the sound of his voice. it’s steady, as usual, but a bit deeper and less contained.
“your room, sir,” you reply. “i’m going to be getting you ready for bed.”
a sly smile appears on his face. “is that right?”
you nod and stare ahead, swallowing nervously and hoping he doesn’t see.
his room is dimly lit, the bed neatly made. you guide him inside, shuffling around to fix and straighten anything out of place, avoiding mentioning the obvious task you need to do.
“aren’t you going to undress me?” ayato’s voice comes from behind you, soft and almost a little breathless.
you try to form words, but you know the only thing that will come out will be embarrassing, so you simply nod. your face burns as you adjust a sheet on the bed, thoughts rushing through your head until you feel a hand on your shoulder.
you turn to see ayato standing before you, his half lidded eyes gazing almost sinfully deep into you. he raises his eyebrows a little bit, a small smile on his face. he holds the fabric of his tie, holding it towards you, almost like he’s asking permission.
you look straight ahead, too nervous to look anywhere else as you feel his chest under your fingers. you slip your hands under his collar to pry off his tie, removing it slowly and placing it on the table beside the bed.
you turn back to see him carefully watching you, a look of amusement spread across his features. your hands are slightly frozen and you hope he can’t hear your racing heart. he seems to notice your pause and smirks a little more. “go on,”
you nod quickly, moving your hands to his neck to undo the first button. slowly, you slip downwards, his white shirt opening more with each fumble of your fingers to show his undershirt.
you finish the last button and pull the material off his shoulders and over his arms, leaving him bare in his undershirt. you know what you have to do next, yet it seems so unavoidably sinful, so forward and unasked for. no matter what you do in this scenario, you worry your facade will crack open and irrevocable need and temptation will seep out. you reach forward, your breath maybe a little too quick and your cheeks burning.
he grabs your wrists. you look up at him, confused, only to see his eyes aglow with something sweet and smooth. “if your hands keep shaking, you’re not going to be able to take off my undershirt.”
you start to stutter a response, but he silences you with a doting look. “here, let me help you.” he murmurs, not breaking eye contact.
he holds your wrists, slipping your fingers under the soft fabric and upwards. your face heats as you feel his bare chest under your fingertips, grazing parts of him no other gets to touch. you slowly pull it off of him, leaving him exposed to the moonlight casting on the two of you. he brings you a little closer to him, moving your hands to the waistband of his pants. “mr. ayato--“ you whisper, because you both know you’re far beyond you referring to him by his formal title.
instead of replying with words, he cups your face and kisses you deeply, the taste of wine on his breath. he’s a little more ragged and sloppy than he usually would be, his hand lightly holding the back of your neck. he touches his tongue to your lips, asking for permission, before you let him in, the heat of both your bodies becoming one as tension is broken between you like a wave.
you finally break away for air, breaths heavy and high. you look down to see a noticeable bulge in his pants. he tilts your head up with his fingers, gazing into you with lust in his eyes. “you were so kind to help me undress. perhaps I should return the favor?”
kissing them with their favorite flavor feat. thoma, venti & kazuha
genre: just fluff <3
cw: gn! reader, mentions of alcohol and being drunk during venti’s section
a/n: reupload from my previous blog!
˚⁎⁺ thoma :
the bell rang musically as you stepped through the doors of the komore teahouse, searching around for a familiar head of reddish blonde hair, decorated with a red bow tie. you caught a glimpse of him as he stacked a box into a corner, wiping his brow.
he glanced up, eyes lighting with fireworks once he saw you. you ran over, practically jumping into his arms. “y/n!” he smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “what are you doing here? I didn’t think I was going to see you today,”
you quickly pulled him into a long embrace, your body working almost mechanically as you felt his familiar lips on yours.
“I missed you,” you whispered, smiling.
he seemed to be caught in shock for a moment, your sweet caresses always catching him off guard. he raised a finger to his mouth, licking it. “you taste like sakura blossoms.”
you grinned at him as his eyes danced across those lips he already wished to kiss again. “I knew it was your favorite.”
he chuckled, pulling you into a loose hug and planting a quick kiss so he could taste you again.
˚⁎⁺ venti :
after searching around mondstadt city for some time, you knew the only place you would find your partner was the angel’s share. your theory was proven correct as you walked through the door, letting the scent of alcohol and sounds of chatter wash over you. a braided bard with a bright voice and a cup of wine sat at the counter, murmuring idly to himself as he strummed the lyre.
“my songbird!” he sang musically once he caught sight of you, beaming as you sat next to him.
“hello, venti.” you smiled back, leaning in and pecking him on the lips, catching him off guard.
he looked surprised for a moment, eyes narrowing and a grin toying on his face as started playing with a piece of your hair. “you taste like cecilias,”
you giggled, never failing to be infatuated with his sly aura, even when he was slightly drunk. “for you.” you murmured to him.
he didn’t hesitate to pull you back into another long embrace as he ran a hand through your hair and practically kissed the chapstick right off your lips.
˚⁎⁺ kazuha :
on days like these, you knew you would find your lover on top of the flat rocks, letting the setting sun cast gentle waves of orange and pink light. his silver-like hair seemed to glow in the sun, and you crept up carefully as to not disturb him. “kazuha?”
he turned, his face lighting up once he saw it was you. “y/n! I was simply working on a new haiku.” he gestured to the pen and paper that sat in his lap.
you came up next to him, sitting down and leaning over. “can I see?”
he turned it over quickly, giving you an awkward smile. “ah, not yet. it’s not quite finished. I need to make sure it’s perfect.”
you let out a hum in response, watching as he turned his head towards the glimmering sunset. you pulled him closer to you, kissing him when he turned his head. his eyes opened in surprise, but slowly closed again as he melted into you.
when you broke apart, he gave you a love filled glance. “you taste like maple, and the scent of the autumn wind…so familiar…”
“I knew it was your favorite,” you murmured, kneeling your face into the crook of his neck and breathing in his familiar scent.
he chuckled, running a hand over your head and planting a kiss in your hair. he admired the sunset as he thought of the perfect next line to his haiku, the one about his one and only: you.
degraders vs. praisers ft. diluc, ayato, zhongli, heizou, il dottore, & kazuha
꩜ genre: smut
꩜ cw: afab! + sub reader (no pronouns specified), degrading (but somewhat light bc i’m sensitive), edging, bondage (dottore), light spanking (heizou)
꩜ a/n: consider this my apology for missing kinktober </3 i’m so sorry that you guys can see my biases here . . . (this is my first time writing for zhongli and I’m definitely going to again 🤭)
DILUC, angel :
diluc loves loves loves to eat you out, it’s basically his favorite thing in the world.
“hah—diluc—! oh, just like that, please…!”
he eats you like it’s his last fucking meal, his tongue giving messy yet calculated licks and twirls to the best places. he knows you inside and out, and he knows exactly where and how to touch to make you go absolutely crazy.
“shit, you taste amazing,” he says breathily, sending vibrations to your clit as you grip his hair. he practically gulps you down, lapping lewdly and gripping your thighs. his licks get so much wetter and sloppier while he’s rutting himself on the mattress, the feeling of your pussy drooling on his tongue all too much for him.
you feel yourself thrown over the edge as he presses his tongue in your hole, gripping him tightly as you cum. as soon as he sees your heavy lidded eyes and pink cheeks, hot desire streaks through him like a flame. he’s practically fucked out too now, slurping up all of your juices, messily and desperately. he pushes himself harder and harder against the mattress to release the friction in his lower half. the lewd noises and your taste on his tongue drives him absolutely crazy. “mmph, so beautiful, so perfect for me—oh fuck—“ he groans deeply as he cums, his grip on you tightening. he pants heavily, sweat dripping down his temple. he rests his cheek on your inner thigh for support, hand sliding to the side to intertwine with yours. “I can never get enough of you.”
DOTTORE, devil :
dottore is an ace up the sleeve, a powerful figure with a glint of mystery behind his smile. you can never guess his next move, how he plans to unravel you. alone time spent with him is never boring, always unique and something you might even refer to as a wild-brained fantasist’s dream. on this occasion, you’re tied up in his lab as he fucks you with a toy he created in his free time, specially designed to pull that lovely fucked out expression from you that he adores. oh, but there was always a twist. which is probably why he left the toy inside you, keeping the controller in his palm as he works at a seperate table across from your naked body.
“mm, ‘ttore, that feels good—“ your back arching as he upped the power, the toy thrusting into you faster.
“shh,” dottore silenced you. “what did I tell you? I need silence to focus. you and those slutty noises you’re making are preventing me from that.”
you fell quiet, noting his rather kind tone with you. you knew from experience he could get much nastier if you kept pushing his temper.
the pulsing in your hole dimmed as the machine slowed, and you relaxed your body, which you didn’t realize was tensed. sweat dripping down your temples, you placed your head back down on the table, panting. finally, a moment to catch your breath.
which is of course when the doctor decided to turn the power all the way up.
you jolted back upwards, biting your lip to prevent the moan pushing itself up your throat. you couldn’t even see dottore’s perverted grin. with the way he was teasing you, pulling each orgasm up and then tearing it away from you, you knew if you came it would be quite impossible to silence yourself. what would he do to you if you made any more noise? what would he use or do to punish you? the thoughts rushing into your mind were heightening the sensations burning through you, driving you past where you even thought possible. a whimper escaped your lips.
dottore was silent as he stood, placing his pen down on the table lightly. slowly, he walked towards you, leaning over your frame with a face you couldn’t decipher. “what did I request of you?” when you were silent, he laced his hand up your chest. “say it.”
“you—you told me not to make any noise,” you whispered, gasping as he grabbed your face.
“so, have you heeded my command? do you hear yourself? all of those terribly erotic noises you seem to be unable to slow?” he peered in closer, almost grinning at the way your eyes widened in his grip.
“I’m sorry doctor. it won’t happen again.” you murmured under his fond gaze.
“good.” he smiled.
he continued to stand over you as he switched on the toy, faster and even more uncontrollably pleasurable than before. “now let’s try again, shall we?”
ZHONGLI, angel :
zhongli is a powerful yet comforting man, one who cherishes every treasure in his life. the way he adores you shines through his thoughtful states. he showers you with anything you could ever need. touch, words, affection. and what better way to present these things to you than during sex? in his mind, you’re the most perfect spirit to walk this world, a nonpareil compared to everyone else, whose auras dim as long as you’re around.
“fuck, I love you,” he whispers as he sinks into you, cherishing the way you tilt your head and run your hands through his hair. “so good for me, the way you’re squeezing around my dick…”
you gasp, clenching your eyes shut. no matter how many times he fucked you, it always took some time to adjust to his size. he coos in your ear while you relax your body, rubbing your hand or kissing your cheeks.
“I’m ready,” you murmur, and he smiles softly.
he spares time in the beginning, moving slowly and sensually. only when you begin to whine about how much you need him, how you need to feel his cock splitting you does he begin to pace quicker.
“that’s it,” he groans at the feeling of your tight pussy, the way you cry his name just the way he likes it. he leans to your ear, cupping your face and speeding up once again. “you’re doing so good for darling, you feel incredible.”
his thrusts are always accompanied with deep kisses, hands lingering up your torso and sweet murmurs. you know he’s close when he starts breathing deeper through his nose, telling you each and every thing he loves about your body. zhongli always prefers you cum first or the two of you cum together, but either way he’s sure to entwine your hands with his, clutching your waist with an almost possessive power.
any kind of teasing or toying with you is silent, shown only through his quiet smirk and eyes searching you for your pleads. slowing just when you need it fast, thrusting harder when you least expect it. zhongli has a tendency to only let small sadistic sides of him show, but maybe if you asked nicely he’d let loose…
HEIZOU, devil :
heizou is tricky when it comes to the bedroom. some occasions he’s kind and loving, murmuring sweet praise in your ear as he slowly plays with you. other times, he tends to be the opposite of that.
he wets his lips as you take him from behind, grinning at the sound of your breathless voice and the way you’re clenching the bedsheets. he’s going so quickly, you weren’t prepared for the way he was mercilessly thrusting into you.
he rubs a smooth hand over your ass, the perverted squelches striking a hot flame of arousal in his stomach. “such lewd noises you’re making for me. you’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”
you gasp as he slips a finger to your sensitive clit, practically throwing you right over the edge. “ooh, you like that, don’t you? fuck, I can picture your face right now, probably looking all fucked out, like a little slut.”
“hei-heizou, slow down, please, can’t—!”
he tsks, delivering a light slap to your ass. “oh, don’t say that baby. if you don’t like the way I’m fucking you, why are you so wet, hm?”
you muffle a loud whine as he hits your sweet spot. the only words you can make are his name on your tongue and shameless gasps. he throws his head back as he groans, holding your hips in place with his firm hands. “shit, you look so hot stuffed full of my cock…” his eyebrows crease as he feels himself getting close. from the way you’re clenching around him, he knew you were close too. “come on baby, cum on my cock for me…”
he slips a finger to your clit again, rubbing fast circles as you feel the coil tighten further. “fuck, fuck, heizou! oh—!” it snaps as you clench your eyes closed and cum. he keeps snapping his hips against you, leaning forward as the sight of the creamy ring at the base of his cock sends him over the edge. he lets out a deep moan, deepening his grip on your skin as he releases. slowly, he falls to the bed, wrapping his arms around you. you feel the heat radiating off of him, the way his chest heaves against you. he holds you against him as you both enjoy the bliss that washes over like a wave. he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear with a grin. “think you’re ready for round two?”
KAZUHA, angel
kazuha is nothing but kind and perfect towards you, an angel on earth. he simply adores you. that’s why making out with him is never boring. his hands dance up and around your hips, his breath staggers, and you can tell when he’s changing moods when his kisses become so much more controlling and desperate. he bites your bottom lip slowly as you tangle your hands in his hair, slipping your tongue in his mouth. he moves to get up from the chair, but you push him back down.
“let me handle things,” you give him a doting smile.
he nods, eyes becoming bright as you decloth yourself, like a personal show just for him. you palm the tent in his pants, removing his attire achingly slowly as he sighs.
you pump his length a few times before lining yourself up, ever so slowly sinking down on him as he covers his mouth and shuts his eyes with a gasp.
you ever so carefully begin to bounce, modestly at first before picking up the pace. “shit—!” he stables his hands on your hips, brows furrowing in pleasure as he sinks into bliss. “that’s so good…”
a layer of sweat starts to appear on his forehead, somehow giving him an angelic glow of lust. “you feel incredible,” he groans, tilting his head back a little.
you lean forward onto his shoulder in response, letting out a breathy moan by his ear. his cock hits all the right places, almost like you were molded to fit him.
kazuha knew you were close, as he memorized the sly signs you gave into his mind. he was too, the way he was almost shaking in pleasure. he pulls your face back up to face him, heavy lidded eyes meeting yours. “I want you to look at me when you cum, okay?” he murmurs, tilting your chin.
you nod, only able to whimper slightly in response. you grip his shoulders, letting out a cry as you cum on his cock, keeping yours eyes locked on his as he keeps you going through your high. you continue to move on him, pushing him oh so close to his orgasm. “kazu, ‘s too much!”
suddenly, his hips seized and he let out a choked moan. looking down at your slick cunt sucking in his cock added a flame to the bonfire in his stomach. “fuck, you feel like silk around me baby,” he pulls his gaze back up to meet yours, staring deep into you as he feels himself right at his peak. “you’re so perfect, I love you so much—fuck—!”
he cums, his voice stuck in his throat as he pulls you close to him against his chest. he breaths next to your ear, his arms around you. “I love when you interrupt me.”
AYATO, devil
ayato is absolutely merciless when it comes to matters like this. matters like intense kisses that are far too short, touches much too light, and fingers not deep enough in your gushing pussy. he sits you on his lap, slipping his fingers around before finally sliding one in. it’s hardly enough to solve this deafening ache, this override of lust as you push the back of your head onto his shoulder.
“no, ayato, please, need more—”
“shhhh,” he whispers sweetly, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “you’ll take what you’re given. or would you prefer I leave you here like this?”
you fall silent, his warm and shallow breath by your ear sighing. “there we go.” he grazes your clit and chuckles as you stifle a cry.
slowly, ever so slowly, he begins to thrust in and out of you, adding a finger or so as he moves along. at this point, you’re not even sure with the ecstasy clouding your mind.
“goodness, don’t tell me you’re going to cum already,” ayato’s voice is laced with faux surprise, but you can hear the sly intentions behind his words. “my, you’ve been excited for this, haven’t you? what a dirty little thing you are.”
he caresses your thigh with his other hand as he plunges in and out of you, keeping you still when you squirm. “that’s right darling, cum on my fingers.” he murmurs sweetly as your legs shiver. “then let’s see how long it takes for me to break you, hm?”
ー☆ please tell me if you want afab or amab reader, because I use a mix a both. I’m not very good at gn! (smut) tho.
ー☆ I don’t specify the appearance of the reader, it’s important to me to remain general so everyone can enjoy it.
ー☆ I don’t really like writing fluff, mostly nsfw. I might occasionally post self indulgent fluffs, but primarily smut.
OTHER :
ー☆ this is a genshin impact blog ! I may write for more sources in the future, but for now it’s just this.
ー☆ I take requests, but I’m kinda iffy about it to prevent burnout. I’m always up for thirsts tho ! I can ignore any ask or request I want, so don’t bother me if something isn’t answered.
ー☆ I am a person with my own life, and I tend to get burned out easily. but I’ll do my best, even if I’m not posting 24/7 !
ー☆ DON’T send me nsfw asks about myself. I am a writer, not your fantasy. don’t sexualize me just for what I write.
ー☆ please be polite to me and other writers.
WHITELIST :
here are all the things I’m comfortable writing :
ー☆ basically any kinks, although I’m not a hardcore dark content blog.
ー☆ almost anything that’s not included on my blacklist.
ー☆ some of my favs include kaeya, venti, lisa, ayato, kaveh, pantalone, heizou, dottore <3
BLACKLIST :
the things I’m uncomfortable with writing :
ー☆ minor / adult if it’s romantic or sexual
ー☆ any teenage / chibi charas if it’s sexual (aka chongyun, xiangling, klee, diona, etc.)
ー☆ I won’t write for albedo or the traveller due to personal reasons.
ー☆ kinks such as incest, pregnancy, daddy, period sex, sex slave, scat/emeto/piss, ageplay, necro, ddlg, foodplay, gore/vore, noncon/dubcon
ー☆ no hate to anyone who enjoys dark content, just my preference
DNI : proshippers, terfs/transphobes, homophobes, racists, ableists, sexists, maps/pedos, fujoshis or anyone who fetishizes mlm or wlw relationships, + any other basic criteria I might have missed !
BYF : I jokingly flirt and use pet names such as “babe” “bro” “dude” “bae” “babygirl/boy” so lmk if that makes you uncomfy ! I swear and use all caps a lot as well. I love making mutuals and talking but I tend to be very shy at first, so please bare with me <3 please only interact if you’re 16+, I will be checking and blocking ageless or -16 blogs.
OTHER :
ー☆ if you want to break a mutual with me, feel free to just hardblock so I don’t get confused.
ー☆ this isn’t a hardcore venting space. i’m sorry, and truly hope you can find help elsewhere.
ー☆ please, please please don’t spam like ! (w/ no reblogs) I will block you. I’ve already been shadowbanned once and I’d prefer for it to not happen again. also don’t spam my askbox, it usually takes some time for me to answer asks.
ー☆ I’m counting on you to curate your own tumblr experience. that means blocking and filtering tags so that you don’t see what you don’t want to.
ー☆ I get burnt out easily + I have academics, so please respect that ! asks might not be answered super quickly, and not all requests can be completed.
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