jealousy | childe/tartaglia x reader [nsfw]
characters: childe/tartaglia, kamisato ayato (mentioned)
genre: !afab, smut fanfic
tw: nsfw! minors/ageless blogs dni, swearing
imagine childe being so jealous and insecure about ayato breeding you better. let’s face it - childe would be so jealous about ayato reliving the whole “how are babies made” bullshit with you. so he would bring it upon himself to show you “how it’s really done”.
he would be too eager that he might forget foreplay but it’s not until you yelped in pain over the burning stretch. if he’s feeling a little more polite, he would rest his cock in you, slowly pulling out and watching you beg - all needy for it again.
he grins to himself, slowly kissing down your body to eating hungry laps on your wet cunt. he loves that it is glistening and so, so wet for him. it’s almost like a sacred prayer that keeps him worshipping more. he lured you to the sofa - the plush, red velvet sofa that was made specifically for you and him to share. he knew better than to leave you famished for luxury. he loved spoiling you, and always sought it as a competition to give you better than ayato. all the soft, sheer, and intricately handcrafted lingerie - everything was for you, his precious, sweet baby. you were such a fragile, beautiful work of art that he lusted for - pounding relentlessly and mercilessly. childe didn’t care if you were in pain - he just wanted you to scream his name louder than you shrieked for ayato.
he lays you on your back, pressing onto his chest, before scooping his strong, muscular arms under your leg. fucking you just like that. watching you drool stupidly as you begin tearing.
“you like this so much, huh, y/n?” he smiles to himself, licking your neck before thrusting quicker than before. you couldn’t decide what hurt more - the addictive, burning stretch of his cock pumping in and out of you wildly, or the fiery pain of your skin slapping against each other as he lapped you harder with each thrust.
his pace quickened and hardened as you began squirting. he smirked, knowing that you had only rimmed ayato, but not made quite this much of a mess. it was addictive, wasn’t it? being fucked so stupid you could barely say his name. all that he could hear were inaudible moans & groans as your breath hitched.
“look at me, bitch.” his voice was harsh & assertive. your half lidded eyes followed his gaze before he smiled and said, “that’s it, my sexy girl. keep your eyes on me.” before reaching a hand around your throat and giving you the firmest thrusts. your body twitched and stiffened by the impact, slowly your legs shook until you muttered “c-cum.” childe knew better than to taunt you, but instead praised you, knowing it would leave you weaker & ready for more of him. with a final thrust, he peppered your face with gentle kisses, before carrying you to the bathroom for a warm bath.