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A Professor’s Mate

Male alpha reader x Yandere omega Zhongli

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(Name)'s rut had been a haze of heat, sweat, and Zhongli's intoxicating scent. When he finally regained full consciousness, his body ached in ways he'd never experienced before. His muscles felt sore, his throat dry, and his mind struggling to piece together the last few days.

The first thing he noticed was the weight on his chest. Zhongli lay curled against him, his bare skin pressed flush against (Name)'s, one leg draped possessively over his waist. The omega's face was peaceful in sleep, lips slightly parted, dark lashes casting delicate shadows on his cheeks. And then—

He noticed it. The mark.

A deep, purpling bite marred the column of Zhongli's throat, unmistakable in its meaning.

Mated.

(Name)'s stomach lurched.

No. No, no, no—

He tried to sit up, but the moment he shifted, Zhongli's arm tightened around him, fingers digging into his side with surprising strength. A low, warning hum vibrated against his skin.

"Leaving so soon?" Zhongli murmured, voice thick with sleep and satisfaction. He didn't even open his eyes.

(Name) swallowed hard. "Mr. Zhongli, I- We— This isn't—"

Zhongli finally lifted his head, golden eyes half-lidded, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. "Zhongli is fine now, don't you think?" The omega’s golden eyes flickering with amusement. "After all, we've grown... quite familiar.” His hand trailed down (Name)'s abdomen, fingertips brushing over the faint scratches left behind. "You were quite eager."

(Name) flinched. He remembered.

The way Zhongli had arched beneath him, the desperate whimpers, the way his body had welcomed him like they were made for each other. His face burned with shame.

“But it’s no surprise

"This was a mistake," (Name) choked out. "You're my teacher."

Zhongli's smirk faded. Slowly, he pushed himself up, straddling (Name)'s waist, his expression darkening. "A mistake?" He leaned down, lips brushing (Name)'s ear. "You marked me, and knotted me. Repeatedly. You don't get to call that a mistake."

(Name) shuddered. Zhongli's scent was overwhelming-spiced amber and something sweet, something that made his instincts roar in recognition. Mate. Mine.

But his rational mind screamed louder.

"You- You planned this," (Name) accused, voice trembling. "The dinner, the candles... You induced my rut."

Zhongli didn't deny it. Instead, he traced a finger along (Name)'s jaw, his touch deceptively gentle. "And if I did?" He tilted his head. "This was mean to happen one day, better for it to be with someone that actually loves you."

(Name) recoiled. "You used me."

For a fraction of a second, something dangerous flickered in Zhongli's gaze. Then, he sighed, as if disappointed. "You're overthinking this." He pressed a kiss to (Name)'s forehead, soft and patronizing. "You wanted me. Your body certainly did."

(Name) opened his mouth to argue, but Zhongli silenced him with another kiss— deeper this time, possessive. When he pulled away, his thumb swiped over (Name)'s bottom lip.

"Besides," Zhongli murmured, "where else would you go?"

The question hung in the air like a threat.

(Name) had no answer. “Still. This is... illegal."

A chuckle. "Not after yesterday."

Right. His birthday. He was an adult now. That didn't make this any less insane. "You're still my teacher," (Name) said, as if that explained everything.

"Not for much longer." Zhongli sat up, the sheets pooling around him. "You graduate in three months."

"That doesn't make it right."

Zhongli tilted his head, studying him. "Do you regret it?" The question hung between them, heavy.

(Name) opened his mouth, then closed it. The truth was, he didn't know. He should regret it. But the memory of Zhongli beneath him, gasping his name, the way his scent had wrapped around (Name) like a claim, and he couldn’t answer.

"You want me," Zhongli continued, almost gently. "And now that you've had me, your instincts won't let you walk away so easily."

The alpha's hands clenched. He wanted to deny it, but he knew he couldn’t. A bond was a bond, it couldn’t be broken. “I know…” He whispered.

Zhongli smiled, slow and satisfied. "So why run from it? Let’s say you leave and we never see each other again, no one but me will ever be enough to satisfy you. Not one of those little whores will be enough.”

He then stood up, the covers fully revealing his body. Had it not been for (Name)’s gaze being lost somewhere in the wall he would’ve noticed how throughly he’d taken the older one. Zhongli’s went to grab a robe neatly folded in his closet with a light limp on his step.

Zhongli slipped into the robe, the silk whispering against his skin as he cinched it loosely at his waist. The fabric did little to hide the marks beneath-bruises in the shape of (Name)'s fingertips, the faint red scratches trailing down his thighs along a white dried out liquid. Evidence of their indulgence. “I’ll go make breakfast.”

(Name) watched Zhongli leave, the door clicking shut behind him with unsettling finality. The weight of what had happened pressed down on him like a physical force. He dragged a hand over his face, fingers trembling against his skin.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

But it had. And worse-his body still ached for Zhongli, his instincts clawing at him to follow, to claim, to keep.

The bond between them was fresh, a live wire humming under his skin, and every rational thought was drowned out by the possessive urge to drag Zhongli back to bed.

He forced himself to stand, legs unsteady.

The scent of them-spiced amber and his own alpha musk-clung to the sheets, the air, him.

It was intoxicating. Sickening.

The mirror across the room caught his eye. He barely recognized himself-hair disheveled, lips swollen from kisses, bite marks raked down his shoulders where Zhongli had clung to him. And his eyes-dark, dilated, still half-wild with the remnants of his rut.

A low growl built in his throat.

He needed to get out of here.

The kitchen was bathed in soft morning light, the smell of tea and something savory curling through the air. Zhongli stood at the stove, humming quietly, as if this were any other day. As if he hadn't just upended (Name)'s entire life.

(Name) hesitated in the doorway, fists clenched at his sides. "You can't just pretend this is normal.” He said, voice rough.

Zhongli didn't turn. "That matters little." A faint smirk touched his lips as he stirred the pot. "Since from now on this will be our normal."

(Name)'s stomach twisted. "You’re sick for this Zhongli."

“No. I’m just deeply in love with you." The simplicity of the answer sent a shiver down (Name)'s spine.

"This isn't love." (Name) snapped. "You manipulated me."

Zhongli's expression darkened. He set the spoon down with deliberate care before turning fully, leaning back against the counter. “It was necessary.” He raised his voice ever so slightly. “For us, for our life, for our future family.”

(Name) raised his brow in disbelief. “Family? Us?! I’m your student, there is no us! You’re delusional.”

Zhongli chuckled. His hand grabbed the handle of the pan and he took a step closer to (Name). “You’re still inexperienced, dear (Name), but it’s okay.“ He raised his hand with the pan in hand, its contents falling to the ground .

The pan connected with (Name)’s head with a sickening thunk, solid iron meeting the side of their skull with just enough force to send his vision whiting out.

He didn't crumple immediately. For one dizzying second, his body swayed, eyes glazed and unseeing, mouth slack with shock. Then his knees buckled, and he dropped like a puppet with its strings cut.

Zhongli stood over him, pan still gripped in his hand, breath coming hard. No blood. That was good. No blood meant no skull fracture, just a clean, concussive strike-enough to put them down, not enough to kill.

He twitched on the ground, fingers spasming, a low groan escaping his lips.

Zhongli gritted his teeth and swung again.

This time, the impact was softer-less force, more precision. A muffled clang, and the body went still.

Zhongli nudged him with his foot. No response. “I’ll help you see.”

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A Professor’s Mate

Male alpha reader x Yandere omega Zhongli

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Zhongli met (Name) on this one’s senior year of high school. Unlike the typical Yandere-darling story, Zhongli didn’t fell immediately for (Name). Not only because he was (Name)‘s teacher, but also because the other just didn’t talk much during his class. The older omega fell slowly but deeply for the alpha who held passions that were too different from the alpha standards. Cooking and arts were (Name)‘s main interests, with a little soccer on the side of course, he was a cheerful one, not the most popular but definitely not unwanted either.

Zhongli took more notice of (Name) after seeing his unique way of learning, the younger one was merely interested in Liyue’s history because of ceramic… odd but okay! As long as the boy kept the good grades up he really didn’t mind. (Name) was always the highest grade in every assignment, until the second semester came. Zhongli was flabbergasted by the significantly lower grades (Name) started to get, (Name) was rarely even on class at some point.

The teacher had called home numerous times only to be told; “So what? That’s on him.” It left him speechless how little (Name)’s parents even cared for him.

After 4 weeks of not seeing even a hint of (Name), Zhongli finally saw his seat occupied by him. At the end of classes he had told the boy to stay for a talk. Maybe that’s where it started.

He remembered that day clearly. It was rainy, with grey skies covering the sun and making a gloomy day.

The young alpha was holding his backpack as his teacher showed him his grades and asked him why he stopped showing up. After much probing Zhongli was able to get an answer. With a shaky voice and fidgeting hands the younger one spoke. “I had to find somewhere to stay, my parents divorced. My mom didn’t want me to stay with her because of her new boyfriend and my dad… yeah I don’t know where he is.” (Name) smiled a bit, his miserable attempt to not look so pathetic. “But, I was able to rent a place from a friend after selling some of my ceramics and paintings. Sorry for missing your class Mr. Zhongli, I’ll make it up to you.”

Zhongli had expected every answer except that one. He now felt horrible for assuming (Name) was really skipping or in drugs. After some discussion Zhongli decided to not question (Name) more, the boy looked like he wanted to cry.

He had provided tutoring for (Name) and started to get more and more comfortable with him. At some point it wasn’t weird for (Name) to gift him a ceramic pot or plate here, a painting there. Gifts that Zhongli unknowingly held as the greatest treasures on his home and always tried to pay the boy back, that typically ended in a, “No need Mr, the extra credit chances are enough!” From (Name).

That after some time turned into a, “If you won’t let me pay why don’t I take treat you for the night?” From Zhongli. The older omega didn’t notice how he overstepped the boundaries, how his scent became sweeter around (Name), how his suppressants became less effective with time, how his irritation when an omega student got close to (Name) was actually jealousy. He had convinced himself that he just felt pity for the other, that he just didn’t want (Name) to be distracted by sitting next to omegas, that he needed a way to repay (Name) for his pieces. He just wanted the best for his student, his alpha.

Anyways.

The day he did notice it was when his heat came, the suppressants couldn’t hold it this time. To Zhongli’s luck it happened on a weekend. During his whole heat he could only think of one person, (Name), he craved the other. His dildo did little to nothing to quell the burning fire within the omega, it was until he remembered something. He was quick to gather himself and walk to his car, where (Name) had left his sweater on one of the multiple rare occasions Zhongli invited him to dine-out. When he got back to his nest, he want crazy with that sweater, helplessly riding a cold and unresponsive dildo while burying his face on the sweater.

Taking in the faint yet present scent with eagerness, wishing to just drown in it, for it to be all over him. His imagination was quick to make that happen, he imagined the other looking at him so sweetly, pushing himself deep within his wet pussy while whispering sweet nothings into his ears, encouraging him to ride faster. The mere thought of (Name) burying his fangs into his untouched neck, and his knot deep within his empty womb made him come to completion many times.

When his heat came to a stop and Zhongli was back on control he decided the best would be to cut off whatever it was that he had going on with (Name). Yet as he came back to work and saw the alpha, everything he had told himself to do seemed to be thrown out the window. During lunch he thought about it better. So what? (Name) was 2 weeks from turning 18 anyways and would graduate in 3 months more. He wasn’t braking any law if he showed up with a mark on his neck and a young partner next year. He just needed to wait 2 weeks for his alpha to be on his bed and 3 months to make their relationship public. It wasn’t a crime to be in love.

Those 3 weeks passed slowly for him, countless nights were spent restlessly preparing himself for his alpha, who even while dressed, Zhongli could see it wouldn’t be easy to take him, changing seating charts so his alpha would be closer to his desk, listing the names of the omegas that dared speak to a man that was already reserved. Ah. Finally.

“If I’m not mistaken, it’s your birthday, would you like to celebrate it? I know that it being on a school day can make it a bit somber. I actually had a gift for you but forgot it at my house, would it bother you to accompany me there so I can give it to you?” Zhongli said to (Name) as the other packed his stuff on his backpack.

(Name) looked at Zhongli and nodded. “Sure, I didn’t have any plans actually so it would be nice.” He said with a smile. In reality he had never really celebrated his birthday, his mother would always just buy him a cupcake at most and his father was rarely even home.

The car drive was a few 15-20 minute long. (Name) was amazed when he got to Zhongli’s house. It was on a villa, away from the lousy town, a modern 2-story house with some ancient liyuan designs, truly beautiful.

“Wow, Mr. Zhongli, you really live here? Didn’t know a teacher’s allowance could do this.” (Name) asked, unable to believe such a thing. Zhongli laughed and then parked the car.

“It doesn’t. I just had the luck of being born in a well-off family and made some smart investments.” Zhongli explained, (Name) nodded in acknowledgment and understanding.

“Why do you work then though? I suppose that means you’re well-off too and can live comfortably.” (Name) said, curious on why the clearly rich omega worked such an annoying and underpaid job. “I like it.” Zhongli answered, simple and short. He had genuinely always loved history, but since no one really cared to listen to his ramblings, he had decided being a teacher could not only let him talk his heart out, get some money and take a 3-month long break. And now on top of that it had given him a young and virile alpha, what a great decision he had made.

When they entered the house (Name) was immediately met with an unknown smell, it was unusually sweet and… spicy? He brushed it away as an aftermath of the dusk he had accidentally inhaled while working on a pot a few hours ago, it had happened before. He just looked at Zhongli expectantly, Zhongli smiled at him.

“Want some dinner first? I’m sure you’re starving.” He said, which probably wasn’t a lie by the way (Name)’s expression turned into one of embarrassment, that plus the fact that the boy refused to eat the school’s lunch.

“Yes sir, that’d be fantastic.” He said nervously and scratched his head.

After that everything went smoothly, chatting, cooking, Zhongli even put on some music and they ate peacefully. Throughout the whole thing (Name) failed to notice the control on his scent slipping, how it took a more intense tone, how he suddenly felt hotter by the whole thing and even took his jacked off.

Zhongli couldn’t hold back a little smile from gracing his lips, the boy hadn’t even noticed his rut coming. The amplifiers did a good job, he’d purchase more of those candles soon. “Are you okay dear?” The omega asked.

(Name) was pulled from his stupor upon noticing he had spaced out for a moment. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine… uh, sir, do you not feel hot?” He asked while lightly fanning himself with his hand.

Zhongli mused. “No, you are?” (Name) nodded and Zhongli stood up, holding his hand out for (Name) to grab it. “Come, let’s go into the garden. It’s quite cool outside.” Once he felt the alpha’s warm hand on his own and his scent, the omega within him almost purred of satisfaction but he managed to hold back and with hidden eagerness led (Name) into the hall.

As they walked (Name) couldn’t keep himself composed any longer, he had realized what was wrong and quickly pulled from Zhongli. His rut was here.

Zhongli however didn’t let go, his grip tightened on (Name); who fell on his knees at this and looked at Zhongli with confusion, he must’ve smelled it by now. So why wasn’t he running?!

Zhongli took notice on (Name)’s expression, his eyes traveled further to the hard on and a smirk adorned his features. “Look at you, all ready for me. Although it displeases me on how you have yet to bend me over that table.” He gestured to the nearest table that served as decoration, and he then shrugged. “We’ll get there eventually.” He said and proceeded to drag the confused (Name) into his room.

(Name) tried to break free but was surprised by Zhongli’s strength, since when was an omega this strong? “M-Mr. Zhongli, go, run, it’s not safe.” He begged.

“Oh darling, but I am. I’ll feel even safer when your knot is inside me.” Zhongli smiled at (Name). Once they reached his room Zhongli pushed (Name) into his nest and locked his door. “My face contradicts my strength, no?” Zhongli chuckled. “Archons know what would’ve happened to me was I not this strong.” He hummed and got on top of the dazed alpha, (Name) was almost gone, his instincts taking over slowly.

Zhongli ignored (Name)’s rumbling for him to leave and instead started grinding against the hard cock, moaning softly as he felt its thickness and hardness through the fabric, his cunt growing wet. “Ah… you’re so eager, aren’t you? Wanna fuck an omega’s pussy, darling?” Zhongli smirked.

(Name) tried to shake his head but he couldn’t, the heat was too much, his mind was fuzzy… why wasn’t he even tryin to get the other off of him, he smelled so freaking good to let him go so fast. His hands basically flew to Zhongli’s hips, grasping them tightly and nodding.

“Such a good boy.” Zhongli mumbled before pressing his lips against (Name)’s, their kiss was sloppy but passionate, the inexperience from the younger one was clear. Which made the older one bust with satisfaction, would he be the first and only one to taste his precious one? It made him more excited.

Everything was fuzzy after that for (Name), his nose was bombarded with the omega’s scent, and his cock squeezed by those tight and wet walls. The days passed far too quickly for Zhongli’s liking, but the mark on his neck and the knot on his belly was enough to make him smile. He brought his hand to ruffle (Name)’s hair, his hair slowly trailing down to his eyes, lips and cheeks.

“You’re mine now.” Zhongli whispered to his ear and kissed his lips.