warnings - both have overstimulation, childe degrades himself, u & kaeya fuck in albedos office on borrowed time 🤷🏽♀️, kaeya doesnt have his eyepatch on, nipple kink , riding , reader is gen neutral for childe but amab implied ( they gain pleasure so it COULD be a vib strap ) for kaeyas, kaeya has exhibition kink, kinda sub space for childe idk
authors notes : what the hell is this?? not but srs this is so weird ive had it in my drafts for forever, theres no plot its random smut that i put in the same post
## CHILDE
Childes hands scramble for purchase on the polyester sheets, he can feel the sheets rip beneath his grip and its one of the only time he curses himself for being as strong as he was.
You pound into him ruthlessly. Hes not sure what hes begging for anymore. His mind an incoherent mess of thoughts of you. The things you were doing to him.
Hes lightheaded as your hands grasp at his neck tighter, his eyes roll back in pleasure and he whines when you release your hands.
He finally notices the noises he's making, he can hear it vividly. His cries and whines. His pleases of "more". The stuttering and the wavering in his voice not fit for a Fatui habringer.
He moves his head into your shoulder to try and muffle the noises, it embarrasses him how loud he is, moaning like a cheap whore.
He couldn't imagine a fatui harbinger in this position and yet he still whines for more.
His whines come to fruition as he reaches his peak for at least the 4th time.
You can feel a pain in your shoulder and Childe registers a metallic taste in his mouth. Hes swiftly pulled up as you re adjust your position and slow your movements.
You have a perfect view. His puffy eyes and swollen lips. Littered with cuts from his first couple attempts at silencing himself. He was dazed and was whimpering slightly at the loss of movement.
He whined slightly everytime you took a heavy breath, your cock moving slightly within him. Your hand moved to wipe the tears that had formed on his eyes.
"You did so well" you praise him, he was content with that, but not satisfied. He was a greedy man.
He moved his hips slightly, moaning sweetly as your cock moved within his walls, massaging his prostate once more.
"I can-, I can do one more"
## KAEYA
His face is red, a rare yet beautiful sight. Hes bouncing on your lap. His singular gloved hand covering his mouth to try and silence his cries.
His other glove had been taken by you prior and you were using it to hold his waist.
It was cold in Albedos office, it had to be for him to be accustomed to the temperatures of dragonspine.
Despite his Cryo vision, Kaeya was still sensitive to the everlasting chill. His pants were on the floor but his shirt was still on, it had been stretched out to reveal his hardened nipples.
His face was hidden in your shoulder as he rode, but his moans were high, too high for someone of his stature, he was doing it on purpose to mock you.
That wont do.
You had moved some of Albedos paperwork to the side without care before lying Kaeya on the desk. Kaeyas face stared at you from below, his left eye squinting from the sensitivity to the light.
You moved your hips swiftly garnering moans from the both of you. Kaeyas hands latching onto your hair as you fastened your pace and slowly suckled on his chest.
Albedo would be returning soon, you both knew that much. He had sent out a letter saying that he would be back from one of his Dragonspine expeditions today.
The thought of the Chief alchemist catching him in such a compromising position only made Kaeyas face redder. His bare hand going to cover his noises.
You finally released one of his nipples as you kissed up his neck and left small pecks on his face, an action that contrasted the lewd activity you two were participating.
His gloved hand moved to intertwine with the hand that bore his glove.
His eyes rolled back as he let out a desperate moan, something you had been seeking. You deemed yourself successful as Laeya came undone before your eyes, his moans filled with a rasp you rarely hear.
The thought of the noises stopping you urged you to continue fucking him past his orgasm, despite his underlying sensitivity his eyes instinctively made their way to the clock
"Albedo will be back soon" He told you, his voice cracking at the strain.
The evening gala was beautifully decorated, even if she did feel slighted to not be included within the event planning - but she put that down to her being a participating guest. Still, as she swirled the champagne in her glass, her black evening gown flowing over the floor like spilt ink, she took in the myriad of spells which accompanied the different species. She imagined that to others she likely smelt of iron, death and her favourite Chanel perfume. But that was the problem with having too many in one room, it clouded the senses.
“ Quite the turnout, ” she uttered softly to the closest body, a weyrwolf from what she could smell. “ Not that I’m surprised, ” Céline smirked, arms folded neatly over her chest. She lifted her fluted glass to her lips, eyes drifting over the man with little subtlety. Perhaps, it was the thought of having a soulmate that reminded her so much of her Queen Marie, which made her want to party like she was still in Versailles and unabashedly flirt with everyone. Remind of the good old days when there was nothing but the wants and needs of Marie Antoinette and her best friend, Céline de Polastron, Duchesse de Polignac
“ You look good enough to eat. What’s your name, handsome? ”
In the years following her death, her world had felt hollow. The purest love in her life had not been romantic, but instead something far deeper, she felt as though her soul was tethered to another, her beloved Marie Antoinette. Her soul sister. It was not the news of her husband’s departure from the world that tore her apart, but that of her dearest friend and Queen. That woman had changed her life, inspired and excited her, they shared secrets and stories, things which she swore she would never tell anyone. And the hardest part about living forever was knowing that she would never feel completely whole again, and so she manipulated the minds of others so that she could cast herself back to the happiest time in the life, and her victims would experience the indulgence of the French court.
She had not wanted to believe in soulmates, for she had already lost her own. But the promise of not feeling completely empty was enough to lure her to the Harvest Festival. And the events which transpired were most unexpected. She had dressed in the customary robes, a far cry from her usual white attire and waited with bated breath. Her cherry red lips had formed an ‘o’ when her soulmate was chosen. Highly ironic, considering the excitement which she had gained from the girl’s own ancestor, Talia.
The blonde walked over confidently, eyes scanning the crowd for Circe. “ This is most unexpected, ” she admits softly, the French lilt of her voice more prominent, when she reaches the wytch.
