ʚ♡ɞฺ main m.list ྀིᨯ — cw. nsfw & 18+ content ahead, cockwarming, i don't specify gender so take it as you will; characters included: albedo, alhaitham, capitano, childe, wriothesley, diluc, neuvillette, kinich, xiao, dainsleif, wanderer - nsfw utc!
albedo lets out the prettiest little moans, and whimpers when you're just sitting so sweetly on him. he feels his own eyes roll back when he sees how you lean back onto his chest.
leaving a hand on your waist, and the other trembling on the vial he's struggling to hold up.
"god, my... hah- love. please, stop s- squirming..." placing small kisses on your nape made you shiver from how smooth yet cold his lips were.
"you're amazing," leaning his head against you, oh the things you did to him.
alhaitham squeezes your thighs to tease while he prefers you facing him while he finishes up his paperwork as a scribe. he is and has always been a brat tamer, so please, when you begged to keep him hard so he could fuck you on the desk he worked on?
"hmm? no, i'm not done yet. you do realize i prefer having all my files arranged alphabetically. we're only on 'r', yes? then wait."
loved to occasionally slap your ass to watch it ripple and feel you hold him closer. yes he makes you squirm and says you're a brat for doing so.
capitano worships your body and forgets about his work. he can do that later or assign someone else to do it for him anyway, but if you really insisted, he wouldn't mind an attempt on doing both. he'll have one hand on your body while the other signs his signature.
"taking me so well, mmmh... you look amazing like this." has you facing the paperwork he does while his hand covers your thigh.
likes to spike the temperature in his palms to surprise, yes he gets a little kick out of seeing you jolt in surprise because you clench <3
childe can't concentrate on his paperwork for anything more than five minutes. not when you look so adorable being a little display for him when he has work to get done. definitely the kind to tell you to face him so he 'concentrates better' when in actuality he can't.
"god, i can't do this anymore, spread your legs f'me. yeah, right now. lay down on the desk- fuck the paperwork."
has his hands all over you by the time he thinks you two have made out enough :)
wriothesley is also apart of the vision play squad, he agrees just to touch you with cold hands. loves to see your eyes go wide with both shock and pleasure at the same time. its condescending with how frigid his fingers feel compared to the warmth that lays itself on his lips.
"you're so fucking adorable- keep moving and i might just fuck you right here and now. i don't care if the windows are opened,"
someone has spotted you guys at least once with how often this happens honestly.
diluc is the other side of the coin because he uses his vision to make you relax. a warm arm that wraps around your waist to keep you patient while he finishes the paperwork for the winery. he doesn't promise he'll speed it up though, likes to see you suffer a little.
"patience, doll. i'll fuck you when i want to, okay? okay. now stay still, unless you want punishment."
honestly? bites in the most visible places ever if you keep squirming.
neuvillette is a bit desperate for both work and you at the same time. that's why you both don't mix well, especially when you thought it was a good idea to do so when he's already in the mood to fuck.
"haah... must you- really make me wait? yes? i- if you say so, then i'll allow it."
he can resist as long as you have him on a tight leash, but otherwise? you might as well be called bunnies.
kinich agrees on the pure intention of getting to tease you even while he was inside you. even goes as far as to bounce you up and down a few times before he signs off on a few other commissions. if you prefer light teasing, he'll keep you spread very wide to let cool air on your body.
"no. keep them spread sweetheart. i wanna see you crumble, yeah? too big? too bad."
surprisingly he's gravely into praise-degrading you. i won't expound.
dainsleif doesn't even know why he's still trying to deal with the bills he has to manage when he could do that later and take you right now. nonetheless, it's up to you when you guys get to fuck. doesn't stop him from stopping every now and then to kiss up on your nape.
"fuck, i can't wait anymore. my love- please just let me serve you. just once."
places sloppy kisses all over your body before actually fucking you like you two were just married.
wanderer is similar. he has pure intentions only to tease until it actually is happening and now he's crumbling under you. and i can't even lie? using the right words and actions,
you could totally just end up dominating him without him noticing. surprisingly, he's desperate, and is willing to slide all the papers off to serve you.
again. surprisingly.
"ugh. n- no way you can actually handle this any longer than you should."
xiao is obsessed with the idea secretly. unironic freak in the sheets and hides it very well until you take it off him. freaks out when you clench around him to tease, pinches your skin to tell you to stop but secretly wants more.
# nsfw. fem!reader, some can be read gender neutral. sensation play. fear play. impact play. wax play. temperature play (vision and potions). spanking. hyper sensitivity. edging. blindfolds. restrictions. throat fucking. swallowing cum. sub!reader. endearnments. profanities. i do not know what possessed me to write this.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ LOHEN.
You’re kneeling on the floor of his room, the fabric over your eyes blocks everything—black and absolute. You hadn’t expected it to feel like this, the loss of sight amplifying every sound, every shift of air. Lohen’s thigh brushes your cheek as he moves, and you flinch before you can stop yourself.
“Nervous?” His voice comes from above, slightly to the left. You can’t track him anymore. The disorientation makes your heart hammer against your ribs.
“A little,” you admit, and your own voice sounds strange in the dark—thinner, more vulnerable.
You feel his fingers under your chin, tilting your face up. “Good.” There’s a pause in the air. Then, closer to your ear, breath hot: “Open your mouth.”
You do, and the wait stretches—agonizing, electric. You don’t know where he is, what he’s doing, when he’ll—His cock presses against your lips, sudden and demanding. You gasp, and he uses that moment to push inside, filling your mouth before you’re ready. Your hands fly up instinctively, finding his hips, trying to anchor yourself in the blindness.
“Hands behind your back,” he orders, voice tight with that adrenaline edge. When you hesitate, he thrusts deeper, making you choke slightly. “Now.” You obey, lacing your fingers together against your lower back. The vulnerability spikes through you—blind, bound by your own grip, completely at his mercy. He notices. It shouldn’t surprise you that he always notices everything.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, and you feel the vibration of his thighs against your shoulders as he starts to roll his hips. “You can’t see what I’m doing. You don’t know when I’ll—” He thrusts hard, sudden, cutting off his own words with a sharp inhale. You whimper around his length, the sound muffled, and he laughs—breathless, unhinged.
“Scared?” he asks, but he’s already answering for you, rocking his hips in a rhythm you can’t predict. “You’re shaking. I can feel it.”
You pull back enough to gasp, “Lohen—”
“Quiet.” He pushes back in, deeper this time, hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes water behind the blindfold, tears soaking into the fabric. “Just take it. Take whatever I give you.”
The darkness makes every sensation razor-sharp—the stretch of your jaw, the salt taste spreading across your tongue, the way his fingers suddenly grip your hair hard and pull you exactly where he wants. You can’t brace for it. Can’t prepare. When he hits a particularly sensitive spot and shudders, you feel it in the tremor of his legs, the catch in his breath, before you even register the movement.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he observes, voice strained. One of his hands leaves your hair—you didn’t notice until the absence—and suddenly his thumb is pressing against your lower lip, stretched tight around him, glossed with spit and arousal. “From this. From not knowing.” You moan—can’t help it—and the vibration makes him curse, hips stuttering. “Say it,” he demands, pulling back slightly, giving you just enough air to speak, your chin damp with your own saliva. “Say you want me to keep going.”
“I want—” Your voice cracks. You swallow, trying to ground yourself in the dark. “I want you to keep going. Please.”
“Please,” he repeats, mocking, but there’s something wrecked in his tone too. “Since you asked so nicely—”
Lohen surges forward, and you weren’t ready, weren’t ready—your hands clench behind your back, knuckles white, as he uses your mouth with abandon. The sounds he makes are animal, torn loose, echoing in the dark space around you. Frost crackles somewhere nearby—you can hear it, feel the sudden drop in temperature—but you can’t see where, can’t see anything.
“F-Fuck—I’m gonna come,” he warns, but it’s barely a warning at all, happening almost immediately after. His grip becomes brutal, holding you in place as he spills down your throat, shouting something wordless and raw. You swallow convulsively, gasping when he finally pulls free, still blind, still lost, your whole body thrumming with the aftershock of surrender.
His thumb traces your swollen lips again, gentle now, almost reverent. “Still scared?” Lohen asks softly.
You shake your head, breathless. “No.”
“Liar.” You can hear the smile in his voice. “Good. Keep the blindfold on. We’re not done.”
⋮ ⌗ ┆ SCARAMOUCHE.
The wax drips from his fingers first—melted down just enough to burn without blistering. He’s been watching you for ten minutes, silent, cataloging every shift of your weight, every time your eyes dart to the candle and away.
“Afraid?” he asks, and the word sounds like an insult.
You don’t answer. You know better. You just lay on his bed, completely naked and at his mercy.
“Your hands are shaking.” He notes it clinically, like he’s observing mold growing on spoiled fruit. “Pathetic.”
The first drop hits your sternum—hot, shocking, spreading like a brand. You gasp, arching slightly, and his free hand comes down hard on your shoulder, pinning you flat against the mattress. “Don’t move.” His voice is flat, bored. “Unless you want it somewhere worse.”
Another drop, higher this time, tracing a path toward your throat. He watches your face with detached fascination, like he’s studying an insect under glass. When you whimper, his lips curl—not quite a smile, something sharper. “You’re making that noise again,” he observes, tilting his head. “The one you think is subtle. It’s not.”
“Scara—”
“Don’t.” The word cuts clean. He leans closer, the candle’s flame casting wild shadows across his features. “Don’t say my name like that. Like you know me. Like you have any claim.”
The wax falls again—your inner thigh, dangerously close. The heat makes you jerk, and his grip on your shoulder tightens, fingers digging into bone. “I said don’t move.” He sounds almost tired. “Are you always this disobedient, or is it special for me?”
You try to hold still as the next drops come—irregular, unpredictable. He varies the height, the angle, making it impossible to brace. Some barely warm, others searing. Your skin flares red where it lands, cooling into rigid patterns he could trace if he wanted. He doesn’t. “You’re crying,” he states, as if remarking on the weather. “How dramatic.”
“They’re not—” You start, then stop when his eyes narrow.
“Not what? Not tears?” He drips wax directly onto your nipple, and you cry out, the sound breaking in your throat. “They look like tears to me. But then, you’d know better, wouldn’t you? You’re the one lying here, taking it, needing it.”
His thumb swipes roughly across your cheek, smearing the wetness there. He looks at it on his skin with something like disgust. “Don’t mistake this for care,” he says quietly, deadly. “I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this because I enjoy watching you unravel. Because you look ruined like this.”
He shifts the candle, and you see his intention—lower, centered. You tense, your spread legs flinching to almost close them, and he notices immediately.
“Ah.” That almost-smile again. “There it is. The fear.” He holds the wax suspended, letting you anticipate, letting you squirm. “You think I’ll stop if you ask nicely? You think I’m kind ?”
Scaramouche doesn’t wait for an answer. The wax falls, and you scream—he’s planned this, aimed for the most sensitive skin above your puffy clit, the place that makes your vision white out at the edges. Your body bucks upward involuntarily, and he lets you this time, watching with those empty indigo eyes as you shudder through the aftershock.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, and the word sounds like mockery because it is. “Look at you. Covered in me. Marked in me.”
He sets the candle aside—not out of mercy, you know, but because he’s finished with that part of the game. His fingers trace the cooled wax on your skin, picking at the edges, peeling it away in strips that pull at your flesh and make you gasp. “Sensitive,” he observes, flicking the hardened wax off your nipple. You flinch, and he catches your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Still here? Good. I was starting to think you’d float away on me.”
“Why—” Your voice cracks, so you try again. “Why are you doing this?”
His expression shutters—there and gone, faster than you can track. He releases your jaw like touching you has become suddenly distasteful. “Don’t,” he says, and for the first time there’s something raw beneath the armor, something he hates you for hearing. He leans down, closer until his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answered. Don’t pretend this is something it’s not.”
He stands, smoothing nonexistent wrinkles from his clothes, rebuilding the wall brick by brick. “Clean yourself up,” he says, turning away. “You’re disgusting.”
But he pauses at the door, hand on the frame, and doesn’t leave. Not yet.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ ALBEDO.
The leather is soft against your wrists—Albedo’s own design, you realize, something he whipped up in his workshop when the idea first took hold. He buckles them with the same care he uses for delicate glassware, checking the fit, the give, the way your pulse flutters beneath his thumb.
“Too tight?” he asks, and his voice carries that particular cadence—gentle, but laced with something else. Curiosity, maybe. The same tone he uses when examining a new mineral formation.
You test the restraints, your bare knees digging into the cold floor of his lab in Dragonspine, the ache only adding to the pleasure. “No.”
“Good.” He doesn’t step back. Albedo rarely wastes movement. Instead, he reaches for a small vial on the table beside you—clear liquid, unlabeled. “I want you to tell me when the sensation changes. Not what it is. Just when.”
He uncorks it, and the smell hits you immediately—herbal, sharp, something that makes your skin prickle in anticipation. He dips two fingers in, watching the liquid coat his skin with the fascination of a man observing chemical reaction.
“Albedo—”
“Patience,” he murmurs, not unkindly. He traces a line from your collarbone to your navel, and the liquid—whatever it is—starts warm, almost pleasant, before shifting, tingling, spreading like slow fire.
You gasp, arching against the restraints. They hold you firm, engineered to his exact specifications.
“There,” he says, noting something in a small notebook he produces from seemingly nowhere. “The transition point.”
“You’re taking notes?”
“Observation is meaningless without record.” He sets the book aside and picks up another vial—this one amber, thicker. “Unless you’d prefer I rely on memory? I assure you, my memory is excellent. But I find the act of documentation... focusing.”
He warms the amber liquid between his palms, watching you watch him. There’s that dry humor in his eyes, the mischief buried under layers of courtesy.
“You’re staring,” he observes.
“You’re studying me like a specimen.”
“Not like.” He drips the amber liquid onto your inner thigh, and it feels entirely different—cool, then suddenly, shockingly cold, like ice that burns. You cry out, pulling against the restraints, and they creak but don’t yield. “Exactly. You are my specimen. My subject. My current fascination.”
The cold spreads, numbing and awakening simultaneously, and he watches your face with that hyper-focused intensity—the same look he gets when he’s three days deep into a new theory, forgetting meals, forgetting sleep, forgetting everything but the puzzle in front of him.
“Interesting,” he breathes, leaning closer. His hair brushes your shoulder, golden and soft, his breath warm on your skin. “Your pupils dilated. Respiration increased. But you didn’t ask me to stop.”
“Albedo—”
“Don’t,” he interrupts, still gentle, still courteous. “Don’t ask for release yet. I’ve only just begun to understand the pattern.”
He reaches for a third vial—red, viscous—and your stomach tightens with excitement. He notices, of course. He notices everything.
“Fear?” he asks, tilting his head. “Or anticipation? Both produce similar physiological responses. The line between them is... porous.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer. The red liquid hits your skin—a drop on your sternum, another on your hip—and it aches, a deep, throbbing heat that seems to sink into muscle, into bone. You whimper, thrashing uselessly against the restraints, and he places one hand flat on your stomach, holding you still with terrifying, effortless strength.
“Easy,” he murmurs, and his thumb traces a circle on your skin, grounding you even as the sensation builds. “Breathe through it. The peak lasts approximately forty seconds. I timed it earlier.”
“You—” You gasp, the heat cresting, overwhelming, the restraints rough on your feverish skin. “You tested this?”
“On myself, of course.” He says it simply, as if it’s obvious. “I wouldn’t subject you to anything I hadn’t experienced. That would be..." He searches for the word, that pragmatic mind sorting through options. “Rude.”
The heat begins to fade, leaving behind a strange, electric sensitivity. Your skin feels raw, awake, every nerve ending exposed. When he runs a single finger down your side, you jolt so hard the restraints sing. “Ah.” That small, dry smile. “Heightened receptivity. The compounds interact synergistically.” He picks up his notebook again, scribbling something. “I suspected they would.”
“You’re going to leave me like this,” you realize suddenly, understanding clicking into place. “Once you figure it out. Once the mystery’s solved.”
He pauses, pen hovering over paper. For a moment, something flickers—genuine emotion, quickly suppressed.
“No,” he says, and his voice is softer now, the courtesy becoming something else. Something almost tender beneath the pragmatism. “Not this time.”
He sets the notebook down and moves between your bound arms, close enough that you can feel the heat of him, the steady rhythm of his breath against your lips. His fingers trace the edge of the leather restraint, then slide down to intertwine with yours—intimate, deliberate.
“This particular mystery,” Albedo says, leaning close enough that his words brush your ear, “seems to deepen the more I explore it. Novelty, instead of fading, appears to be... compounding.”
He kisses the corner of your jaw, chaste and devastating. “So I suppose you’re stuck with me. For now.”
“For now,” you repeat, and it sounds like hope.
“Don’t get sentimental,” he warns, but he’s already reaching for another vial, eyes bright with that relentless, beautiful curiosity. “It doesn’t suit either of us. Now—tell me what this one feels like. I’m hypothesizing something entirely new.”
⋮ ⌗ ┆ VARKA.
The couch groans under his weight when he sits—Varka never just lowers himself anywhere, he settles, claiming space like he was born to fill it. He’s been watching you all evening, you realize, through that lazy half-lidded gaze that misses nothing despite appearances.
“Come here, babe,” he calls, patting his thigh with a grin that crinkles the corners of his eyes.
You approach, hesitant despite the warmth in his voice, and he catches your hand before you can overthink it. His palm engulfs yours—battle-scarred, enormous, capable of wielding a claymore one-handed and yet gentle now as he guides you. “Nervous?” he asks, and the word rumbles in his chest like distant thunder.
“A little,” you admit.
“Good.” He tugs you down across his lap, arranging you with the casual efficiency of a man who knows his own strength intimately and trusts it absolutely. “Means you’re paying attention.”
Your cheek presses against the couch cushion, his thigh solid and warm beneath your stomach. One of his arms drapes across your lower back—heavy, anchoring, possessive in the most affectionate way. You feel small like this, delicate, and he hums approvingly as if hearing the thought.
“You’re thinking too loud,” he observes, and his free hand traces the curve of your ass through your clothes, unhurried, almost absent-minded. “Always plotting, always planning. Even now.” He leans down, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I can hear the wheels turning from here, sweetheart.”
“That’s not—” you start, but the first swat cuts you off. It’s not hard—not yet—but the sound cracks loud in the quiet room, and the sting blooms warm across your skin. You gasp, fingers curling into the couch cushion.
“There’s one,” he says, almost conversationally. His hand returns to rub the spot, spreading the heat, and you squirm involuntarily. “You carry the weight of the world in your shoulders, you know. Saw it the moment I walked through the door. You were tense and tight. Like you’re waiting for the next emergency.”
Another swat, harder this time, opposite cheek. You yelp, and he laughs—that full, booming sound that fills whatever space he’s in.
“Better,” he praises. “Let it out. No knights to command here, no crises to manage. Just you and me and the sound of my hand teaching you how to relax.”
“You’re enjoying this,” you accuse, voice muffled against the cushion.
“Absolutely,” he agrees, no shame in it. He spanks you again, a rhythm developing—left, right, center, unpredictable enough to keep you guessing. The heat builds layer by layer, your skin sensitizing, every nerve ending awake and waiting. His hand pauses, resting heavy and warm against your burning skin. You whimper at the absence, and he makes a soft, knowing sound.
“You see right through me, don’t you?” he murmurs, and you know he’s not talking about himself. His thumb traces a slow circle where you’re hot and soaking the fabric of your panties, and you arch into the touch despite yourself. “Let me use your body to quiet your mind. It’s effective. I should know—I’ve used similar techniques on myself. Usually involves climbing something tall and dangerous.”
“You’re comparing spanking me to—ah!”
He lands two in quick succession, sharp and stinging, and you feel the vibration of his laughter through his chest. “To mountaineering? Perhaps.” Varka resumes the rhythm, slower now, each impact deliberate, measured, allowing the sensation to fully land before the next arrives. “Both require trust. Both leave you breathless. Both remind you that you’re alive, flesh and blood and nerve endings, not just a mind carrying responsibilities.”
The heat has spread now, a deep, throbbing warmth that seems to sink into your bones. When he stops to rub your swollen clit again, you moan—can’t help it—and he makes that soft, pleased sound once more.
“There’s my girl,” he says, almost tender. “Gone quiet. Present. Finally stopped planning the next three moves.” His hand lifts, and you tense, waiting, the anticipation stretching taut as a bowstring. He makes you wait, counts to five in a whisper you can barely hear. Then—
The hardest yet, a solid, resounding crack that sends fire radiating through you. You cry out, body jerking, toes curling, and his arm tightens across your back, holding you steady, holding you safe.
“Shh,” he soothes, even as he lands another, and another, building a crescendo you can’t escape, can’t predict, can only feel. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, my love. Let go.”
You do. Somewhere in the haze of heat and sting and his overwhelming presence, you let go. The planning, the worrying, the constant vigilance—it burns away under his hand, reduced to nothing but sensation, submission, and trust.
When he finally stops, your ass is throbbing, tender, and you’re limp across his lap, breathing hard, eyes wet. He gathers you up effortlessly—he makes everything look effortless—and settles you against his chest, enveloping you in arms that could crush stone but choose, instead, to cradle.
“Better?” Varka asks, chin resting on top of your head.
You nod, face buried in his shirt, smelling leather and Mondstadt wind and something uniquely him.
“Good.” He presses a kiss to your hairline, and you feel the smile in it. “Now, I was thinking we could skip dinner and go straight to dessert. Or”—his hand drifts down to cup your heated, sensitive skin between your thighs, making you gasp—“we could stay right here, and I could see what other sounds I can coax out of you. What do you say, sweetheart? Any plans?”
You shake your head, smiling against his chest despite yourself. “No plans.”
“Excellent.” He stands, lifting you with him as if you weigh nothing, and heads toward the bedroom with that familiar, bounding energy. “That’s my favorite answer.”
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— ۶ৎ Morning with you | Tighnari, Kazuha, Albedo, Xiao x reader.
۶ৎ Category(?): Established relationship, fluff, a bit nsfw and also one of them is a bit angst.
۶ৎ Warning(?): Subtle mention of sex/intimacy so it may be +18. If you feel uncomfortable reading this, please skip this one.
૮꒰ 𓈒. ݂ .𓈒ྀི ꒱ა ┊おはよう(✯ᴗ✯). I finally made one with the 4 cuties, I don't have a lot to say this time, I only hope you like it. Enjoy! ✦
✧. ┊ POV:
“You just spent the night with them, slept in the same bed, shared the same sheets... Kisses lingering longer than usual, hands desperately touching each other, leading to an unexpected but deeply desired intimacy... What would the next morning with them be like?”
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۶ৎ Tighnari will be the first one to wake up, for sure. His pretty fluffy tail will be curled around your thigh, and the memories of the previous night will hit him like a fungus on one of those dumb adventurers.
۶ৎ You’ll be sleeping so comfortably while he’s turning red as hell, his soft, long ears flicking uncontrollably at the memories of you beneath him—kisses and light touches turning into something more desperate, yet still delicate... until your voice whispers his name like pray.
۶ৎ He’ll stay right next to you, an arm wrapped under your waist, holding you close. And if it’s raining outside? Good luck getting out of bed, girl—he’ll want to stay just there.
۶ৎ “Morning...” you’d whisper, barely awake, feeling his breath against the nape of your neck and shoulder. “You okay…?” you’d ask, moving a bit. He’ll look at you with those bi-colored eyes, his long ears pinned back. “Perfectly fine,” the liar, blushing. “I should be the one asking that.”
۶ৎ If you say you’re fine, he’ll make you stay in bed, get dressed, and then look for breakfast for both of you. Oh, but don’t you dare move out of bed, because he’ll just make you come right back inside. “Would it just kill you to stay still for once?” he’d ask, leaving the tray of food on his desk and scolding you back to bed.
۶ৎ Honestly, he just wants to take care of you. You smell so much like... like him, but also like yourself, and that mix drives his senses wild. And if you wear one of his oversized T-shirts? Girl, you’ll see how he stares at you like he wants to eat you all over again.
۶ৎ A light blush colors his cheeks, his tail flicking unconsciously. If you’re in bed and stir, his T-shirt might ride up a bit, and his eyes will fix on your thighs. “You’re being…” he sighs, “more distracting than usual.”
۶ৎ You’ll drink warm tea and instantly feel like the soreness from yesterday’s... workout fades away. Oh, and did I mention he’ll stare at you until you finish breakfast? No? Well, you better believe it.
۶ৎ If you want to stay in bed, he’ll stay with you, ask for cuddles, and say, “Alright, needy gremlin, I’m not going anywhere.” And if you kick his shoulder playfully, “Ouch, that hurts!”—but it didn’t, and you both know it. He wouldn’t admit it, but he’d have that relaxed, happy smile.
۶ৎ Of course he will, you—the object of all his deep, not-so-sane desires and his girlfriend—just let him shower you with the soft but intense attention only he can give.
︵ .︵ . ︵﹒︵୨ ꒰ Tighnari ꒱ ୧︵ . ︵﹒︵ . ︵
“Who are you calling gremlin?” you asked, pretending to be offended as you turned your back to him. “Says the one whose tail kidnapped my thigh the whole night.”
“That was involuntary,” Tighnari replied, and you felt the soft fur of his tail brushing against your lower back with a subtle flick. “Why are you so far? You’re going to fall.” And just like that, he pulled you closer, one arm wrapping around your waist.
“What a cute and discreet way of saying you want me close,” you said, sarcastic and teasing as usual, now facing him.
“Alright, I want you close,” Tighnari admitted, catching you off guard. You blushed. He looked a bit flustered too.
“You can be pretty cute when you’re honest, you know,” you said, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
“I know other situations where you can be pretty cute too…” he murmured, more to himself than to you.
“Tighnari!” You covered your face with your hands, suddenly way too aware of everything that happened the night before.
He just smiled and hugged you. You knew he was definitely going to tease you about it.
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۶ৎ Kazuha won’t let you go anywhere. It doesn’t matter who wakes up first—he’ll be so adorably clingy. If he’s the first one up, he’ll quietly watch you sleep, brushing a few strands of hair from your face and looking at you like you’re the most precious thing ever created.
۶ৎ He’ll gently kiss your shoulder and let you hug him in your sleep, one of his hands softly running along your back.
۶ৎ “Mornings with you feel like a dream come true,” he’d whisper into your ear once he knows you’re awake. And if you blush and peek at him with one eye? Oh girl, he’s melting.
۶ৎ Get ready for a full round of kisses, cuddles, and soft poetry—about how much he loves you, how perfect you are, how lucky he feels to have you… and how much he adores being like this with you.
۶ৎ Kazuha might ask if you want to go have breakfast with the other members of the Crux, but if you tell him you’re not hungry and just want to stay in his arms? “Alright, who am I to say no to my muse’s wishes?” he’ll say, wrapping you in his embrace—and just like that, the two of you will fall asleep again.
۶ৎ You two are unbearably cute. You’ll be affectionately running your fingers through his silver hair, and he’ll take your hand to kiss each of your fingertips. Stop, it's too much.
۶ৎ You may kiss each other… for a bit too long, and his soft, delicate kisses will slowly trail down—from your sweet lips to your jawline, then your neck, your collarbone… and just like that, you’ll end up tangled in each other all over again.
︵ .︵ . ︵﹒︵୨ ꒰ Kazuha ꒱ ୧︵ . ︵﹒︵ . ︵
“Are you… okay?” you asked shyly, still breathing heavily after the intensity of the moment. Your cheeks were painted a deep red, a faint silver sheen glistening on your forehead.
“I couldn’t feel better,” Kazuha replied, still hovering above you. His beautiful carmine eyes were locked onto yours, filled with that unmistakable look of love.
“Y-You’re looking at me like that again…” you whispered, completely flustered.
“Am I?” he asked with a faint smile, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose. “Then I apologize… but I can’t help it,” he added, his voice as soft and intoxicating as ever.
He pressed his forehead against yours, his words brushing against your lips.
“This moment, with you… I don’t think I could ever write enough haikus to capture how perfect you are. How complete it feels to be like this with you.”
Then came that look again—tender, adoring—making your face burn red like a tomato.
He smiled, and your heart melted.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too, Kazuha.”
You couldn’t have felt happier.
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۶ৎ Albedo wakes up early—like, really early. This man has an entire routine mapped out in his head... but then there's you, peacefully sleeping in his bed, your bare body pressed softly against his.
۶ৎ He forgets about the routine—well, consciously, not literally. He just lies there, watching you sleep, a gentle smirk on his lips, icy-blue eyes fixed on your calm, adorable face. He reaches out to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear with the utmost care.
۶ৎ He's a curious man, but he's also in love with you. So, after memorizing every detail of your sleepy expression like a sketch etched into his mind, he carefully slips out of bed, gets dressed, and goes to prepare breakfast and something warm for you to drink.
۶ৎ If you wake up and don’t find him beside you, you might worry for a moment—until he walks back in, wearing a white shirt and relaxed pants. Your heart melts instantly... and his slightly messy hair, tied low in a loose ponytail? Absolutely adorable.
۶ৎ “Good morning,” he’d say as he approached. Albedo would sit at the corner of the bed beside you while you hid your flustered face under the white bedsheets. “Are you feeling any soreness?”
۶ৎ And yes, of course he’d ask such a question with his usual calm and composed tone... which only made your cheeks burn even more. “I’m fine…” you’d murmur, stealing a shy glance at him.
۶ৎ Albedo, ever the observant one, would instantly notice your embarrassment. With his usual quiet empathy, he’d ask if you’d prefer some space… But if you whispered that all you wanted were cuddles?
۶ৎ He wouldn’t hesitate. In an instant, he’d slip back under the bedsheets with you, letting you rest your head on his chest as his fingers traced gentle, lazy circles across your shoulders.
۶ৎ He would lean down to kiss you softly, just to observe that "fascinating" expression of yours—as if you were melting right in his arms. And if you pressed a small kiss to the star mark on his neck? Oh… the slight pink flush in his ears would betray him.
۶ৎ After a while, he’d help you get dressed—and by “get dressed,” he’d offer one of his white shirts that just barely reached your thighs. Once you were dressed, he’d take your hand in his and lead you to the kitchen for breakfast.
۶ৎ Albedo wouldn’t say it aloud, but he loved seeing you in his clothes. There was something deeply intimate about it—like a quiet declaration only he got to witness.
۶ৎ He couldn't help but steal glances, especially when you shifted and the shirt rode up just a little... Ahem. Fascinating, indeed.
︵ .︵ . ︵﹒︵୨ ꒰ Albedo ꒱ ୧︵ . ︵﹒︵ . ︵
"I'm fine, just tired..." you admitted, letting yourself fall back into his bed. The soft linens welcomed your body, and a smile tugged at your lips as you closed your eyes. "Smells like you..." you murmured, half-conscious of what you'd said.
"And also like you," Albedo added, voice calm as ever.
Your cheeks burned. "That was unnecessary."
"Still, it’s something you can’t deny." He joined you, the mattress dipping gently under his weight. You opened one eye, only to be met with his sky-blue gaze and that faint, peaceful smile gracing his lips.
"What?" you asked, startled by his stare.
"Nothing," he said softly. "It’s just that... seeing you this relaxed is rather enjoyable." His fingers reached out and tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. You looked away quickly, too flustered to respond.
That small movement, however, exposed the curve of your collarbone—his gaze lingered. Then, gently, his fingers touched the spot.
"W-what?" you blinked and looked back at him.
"I think... I may have marked you," he murmured with that same composed tone, now gazing at the faint bloom on your skin—not too high, not too low... placed just right to stay hidden under your clothes.
"Eh?..." you managed, completely flustered, before quickly turning your back to him. "W-when...?"
"It may have happened in the heat of the moment..." he began, but you shot him a glare and buried your face in the curve of his neck.
"S-stop!"
A small smile curved his lips as his hand rested softly on your back. "I like it," he whispered near your ear. "Is it alright if I do it again... another time?"
"Albedo!" you yelped, mortified—but your heart was undeniably fluttering.
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۶ৎ Yeah, mhm… he’s internally losing it.
۶ৎ Xiao had been so terrified that his karma might’ve harmed you—that it clung to your soul somehow—that the first thing you saw upon opening your eyes were his golden irises staring down at you, wide with worry, his expression uncharacteristically vulnerable.
۶ৎ “X-Xiao…?” you breathed out, confused and a little panicked, sitting up too fast. “Is everything okay?”
۶ৎ He didn't answer right away. His eyes scanned your form, almost analytically, searching for any trace of damage—any mark, tremble, anything out of place. Only when he found nothing did he give the faintest of nods, though the tension didn’t leave his shoulders.
۶ৎ “Are you… alright?” he asked softly, now sitting on the edge of the bed. His voice barely rose above a whisper.
۶ৎ He wanted to touch you—hold you, make sure you were truly there—but he didn’t dare. Not after last night. Not after he had crossed that line. What if he tainted you? What if you absorbed his karmic burden and didn’t even know yet?
۶ৎ Then he felt it—your hand, so warm, so soft, cupping his cheek. His breath caught. Golden eyes snapped to yours, struck silent by the touch. It disarmed him completely.
۶ৎ “I’m completely fine…” you whispered, your thumb gently brushing over his cheekbone.
۶ৎ Xiao said nothing. He couldn’t. His heart ached with too many things—fear, longing, guilt, love. You knew it too. He wasn’t distant because he didn’t care. He was distant because he cared too much.
۶ৎ So, like coaxing a frightened cat, you gently ran your fingers through his dark deep green, silky hair. He flinched slightly at first, then… melted into it, eyes fluttering shut for just a second.
۶ৎ “Would you… stay a little longer?” you asked gently, patting the space beside you.
۶ৎ He looked at it. Hesitated. Then, slowly, like every movement cost him a piece of himself, he lay down—still keeping a bit of space between you.
۶ৎ It hurt. The gap between you was small but full of unspoken pain. And yet... he hadn’t vanished. He was there when you woke up. And for now, that was enough.
︵ .︵ . ︵﹒︵୨ ꒰ Xiao ꒱ ୧︵ . ︵﹒︵ . ︵
“I’ll go ahead and get some breakfast,” you said softly, a faint smile on your lips that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Do you want me to bring you some almond tofu?” You sat at the edge of the bed, slipping your fingers around the fabric of your dress lying on the floor.
There was silence.
You didn’t even have to look to know—he was watching you. You could feel the weight of his gaze, those beautiful golden eyes tracing your form. You tried to steady your breath, to not show how much this distance, this hesitation, was pulling at your heart.
But then— You felt it.
An arm slid gently, but firmly, around your waist. Before you could react, he pulled you back into the bed, back into him. You gasped softly at the sudden movement, but the moment you felt his warmth pressed against you, all your confusion melted into stillness.
Xiao rested his head on your chest, bare skin meeting bare skin. His breath was warm against you, his body rigid at first… and then slowly, slowly, relaxing. His hand stayed at your waist like he was grounding himself, like your heartbeat was the only thing keeping the world from falling apart.
“Stay…” he whispered, his voice almost lost in the quiet morning air.
Your heart fluttered.
Your cheeks flushed a deep pink, your arms moved without hesitation, one wrapping around him and the other threading into that silken dark-green hair. You held him close, your smile blooming with quiet joy, the kind that comes from knowing he chose you, not just for a moment, but for a little longer.
“All you want, Xiao,”
And in that moment, the karmic weight faded, just a little.
— warnings. — fem! reader, breeding, lots of cum n spit, hitting it raw, petnames used: darling, baby, rough syx
⚝ — HEIZOU
it's addiction, a form of fixation and heizou doesn't stop until you're crammed full of his cum— literally as his fingers spread his seed from your lips down to your chin to watch it mark you, your tears mixing in as he presses his thumb past your tongue, just to see how far you'll take it.
"you're a damn masterpiece," heizou coos, tilting his head with a grin that's not just wicked— it's fanatical, wild, the kind of grin a man gives when he's long past the point of reason and fully drowning in sexual passion. his fingers were still wet with you, his knuckles glistening, and yet he kept them poised just out of reach, just enough to make you twitch, grind, gasp like you're coming undone without him even touching you.
"look at you," he drawls, voice so sweet you'd never tell he's feigning innocence, "quivering mess for me already? you don't even know what to do with yourself, do you?"
without looking away once, the detective watches— fixated as your thighs tremble, as your hips lift just barely from the mattress, chasing friction like you'll die if you don't get it, body slick and aching, soaked enough to stain the sheets beneath you— and archons, does it make him smirk wider, you feel it, the raw sting of overstimulation threading through your gut, curling your toes, making your stomach pull tight with the weight of everything he isn't letting you have.
"fuck, i knew you'd take it all baby," heizou's already painted you in his spit and cum— yet it's still not enough, it never was— instead, he pulls his cock from your tightness just to smear the tip over your swollen entrance, patting his dick on your folds, laughing breathlessly when it makes a filthy squelch, "this mess? this is mine, mine, gonna fuck it into you until it's leaking out onto the sheets, no one else gets to see you like this,"
and the detective makes sure of it— everlastingly keeping you plugged full of his slender fingers, thick cock and tongue and when you cum again, after he's bred and bred and bred you the entire night, you're spasming and gushing so violently it splatters all over the sheets. yet he doesn't stop, instead, heizou just shoves his cock back in deeper, harder until you writhe beneath him, back bowing again and again— each arch a reflex, a raw plea for mercy as numerous sparks burst behind your eyes, "gonna mark you with it baby, yeah? you'll be dripping for days."
⚝ — NEUVILLETTE
neuvillette's formality cracks the moment he realizes what he's done— your folds already glistening, your mouth open and wanting, wanting him and archons, dragons beyond, the way you soaked him up was putting him on edge as he drops to his knees like it's judgment, tongue diving in to taste his mess, face buried, nose brushing your clit as he moans like it's the only language he knew, "so wet already, you— you need correction,"
he rasps— voice rough, an octave lower, soaked in something that might be reverence if it weren't so wretchedly obscene— and still, he doesn't let you touch yourself, not even when your thighs begin to shake around him, not even when your body rocks with the force of how close you were, how desperately your slick pussy clenched around nothing in search of friction.
you ache, no, you burn, for the pressure the moment his girth was pressing into your walls again, the smallest touch setting you on fire, for anything to soothe the overwhelming throb between your legs.
your hands twitch where he's pinned them down, the need so sharp it's nearly painful as your stomach coils, tight and low and heavy, and all you could think about was grinding your hand down to help yourself out, circling your clit fast and frantic until you fell apart.
but neuvillette only watches you, drinking in the sight of your helpless squirming, the flushed heat of your skin, the lust in your eyes, the way you beg without words.
the man wanted to see it— that aching edge where pleasure becomes unbearable, he wanted to know how far he could take it, how much you'll squirm, how much of his seed he could store inside you, how loudly you'll whimper, all because he won't let you come.
"you want it that badly?" he whispers, lips ghosting your throat, "oh so greedy, darling, so desperate, do you even know how you look like this? shaking for me?"
and he still doesn't let you touch yourself.
he fucks you until you sob, fills you until you cry, until your juices were slicking up his pelvis, spit frothed into the mess, his hands keeping you open wide before he pulls out to slowly rub his shaft between your folds again, your slick and his cum coating his erection so fucking nicely the overstimulation has you grinding down against his cock in mindless circles, hips chasing friction like you're possessed, like your body had forgotten how to stop.
"i need to see it," he growls, standing, slapping the head of his cock against your cunt, "need to watch it drip out," and when neuvillette fucks you full, it's with unbearable precision— every thrust calculated, dragging your walls wide and making you feel how his cum fills every inch, "don't try to hold it in, darling, let it spill out, let them all see how thoroughly i've claimed you."
⚝ — WRIOTHESLEY
to wriothesley it was certainly not enough to just fuck you— he wanted to destroy you, breed you until you're feeling only him and his warm seed pooling from your hole, the man wanted to see his release flooding your pussy, cum mixed with spit and arousal as he mouths at your chest, grunting into your skin.
"you're so fucking good at taking it," he pants, "i'm impressed," as his voice turns husky, cracked open at the seams, like he's trying to growl but the sound gets caught somewhere in his chest— because fuck, you're tight, yeah? tighter than he expected, tighter than he could handle without his breath catching and his rhythm faltering for just a split second.
naturally the handsome man doesn't say it out loud, but you could feel it— how his hips were stuttering every now and then, how his hands gripped you harder, how his mouth parted like he's choking on the heat of it all.
he's supposed to be in control, isn't he? always was, right? but the way you clenched around him made something shiver through his whole body as his forehead falls against yours, damp and hot, "fuck, you're gonna make me cum too fast like this— shit—'", as his cock drags so deep inside you it knocks the rationality off your head, your toes curling and thighs twitching in exhaustion, hips jerking involuntarily, yet he's thrusting down harder just to make you feel more of that unbearable stretch.
the obscene pressure made your mind go white and your slick drip down his thighs, "but you're gonna take more, aren't you? I'm gonna stretch this hole until it can't hold another drop," as wriothesley shamelessly spits between your legs before watching it drip down to mix with your slick, his groans landing on your ears as if it's heaven.
"gonna fill you again," he growls between thrusts, hips slamming into you, "again and again until i fucking see it running down your thighs," as he doesn't stop even when pretty tears bead your lashes— wriothesley just flips you over, presses your cheek to the soaked sheets and fucks you through your whimpers, "you're gonna wear my cum like a brand."
⚝ — ALBEDO
scientific? sure, terrifying and obsessed? please.
albedo watches every twitch, every pulse, every droplet that slips from your hole after the first round, "fascinating," he mutters something dark underneath his breath, fingers sinking into the obscene slick between your thighs— warm, wet, and clenching as though your body itself was begging.
he groans low when he feels the way you pulse around nothing, fluttering and soaked, hips twitching like you cannot bear the emptiness. yet his hips don't move at first— just press deeper, just spread you wider, parting the mess to watch how it drips and sticks, how your whole body quivers from the exposure.
albedo curses, "ahh, you're throbbing for me already? this way? this wet?" it leaves him like instinct, resembling life— something deeper than thought, older than want, "you're clenching so tightly, it's trying to hold me in," as he continues to be brutal the second time— driving in so hard your breath leaves your lungs, his mouth messy and open against yours.
"do you feel that?" he hisses, sharp and low, but you barely hear anything over the blood rushing in your ears, your toes curling helplessly, nails digging into his back as sparks of raw lust flare through you— wickedly so, unrelenting shocks that made your body flinch and jolt against him.
your stomach felt tight, heavy, on the brink of exploding— like it's about to break open from how close you were, how full you felt of his cum, how deep albedo was inside you.
every thrust knocks your head back into the pillows, making your body seize up like it's trying to run and stay all at once as he groans when you clamp down at his cock, and the way you twitch around him drove him into madness, "how it gushes back out when i pull? yet i hate seeing it leave you," as he spreads you wider, studies how his cum seeps out, then pushes it back in with slow, filthy thrusts, "again, you'll take it all again, i want you dripping from the mouth and cunt, maybe both— marked inside and out, i need to make it happen."
[ Sub ] Gender-neutral reader
Contains: Finishing too fast, misunderstandings, made-up language, and virgin reader
Part 1: Accidents during sex headcanons - Alhaitham, Wanderer + Varka
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I lied, maybe I will make this into a series. Kaeya's part isn't technically an "accident," but please ignore it; I was probably inspired by last week's fic.
— ☆ Albedo
Finishing too fast
You’re absolutely mortified; no amount of lust or dopamine would ever be enough to stop you from wanting to cry, die, and crawl under the floorboards all at once. Albedo even blinks twice as he takes in the sight of the mess streaking your thighs and soaking into his sheets.
"Hm." That's all he said.
This is it. You’re going to throw yourself out the window.
“Do you want to keep going?” Albedo’s voice cuts through the haze of your panic. It's the same tone he uses when studying why an experiment went wrong, and wow, doesn't that make you feel better? You risk a glance up. He’s looking at you like nothing’s wrong, maybe a little confused, but his hand, the one still stained from earlier, hangs awkwardly in the space between you.
“Uh… I mean… m-maybe? You haven’t, uh…” You trail off, pulling your knees in slightly, trying to make yourself smaller. The words die halfway out of your mouth, and you feel like maybe you should apologize. Your gaze drops from his face, down to the star-shaped tattoo on his neck, following the sharp lines of his abdomen and the dip of his hips, where you could see if he's still- nope. Absolutely not. You’re not going to check if he’s gone soft; that would kill you. Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut and cover your face, your cheeks and ears burning with heat. If you don't look, it doesn't exist.
There’s a beat of silence. You can hear the faint rustle of fabric, his slow exhale, and the pit in your stomach deepens. Embarrassment twists into something heavier. Albedo must be disappointed in you. Somehow, that’s worse, and it makes your chest tighten. Your bottom lip trembles, warmth prickling at the corners of your eyes. You feel gross and dirty, and you just want to go home, where it's safe and you can be alone.
“You’re trembling,” his hand settles lightly on your arm, “You don’t have to look at me. Just breathe.”
You do, though it comes out pathetic.
Albedo shifts closer, his hand sliding to your waist, fingers tracing the curve of your side until they settle in a light hold. His other hand finds the back of your head and guides you down until your back meets the sheets again. His lips brush over your fingers, still clamped stubbornly to your face, as if coaxing them to move. You stay firm, unwilling to let him see you like this. He exhales softly, the warmth of his breath tickling your skin before it turns into a quiet, amused sound. His lips trail lower, past your knuckles, down to the curve of your jaw, where he leaves a featherlight kiss.
“I’ve read,” he murmurs, voice calm and thoughtful, “that when you’re deeply attracted to someone, your brain releases a flood of excitement and bonding chemicals. The body becomes overstimulated and reaches orgasm faster.”
He pauses there, his lips still close to your skin. You can feel the faint movement of his mouth quirking up when he adds, “In truth, I find this quite flattering.”
You groan into your hands, voice muffled, but you do move your index fingers to peek between them, “Albedo, please stop whispering science to me to make me feel better. I actually hate you so much.”
A quiet chuckle rumbles against your throat as he pulls back just enough to look at you. His expression isn’t teasing, though; his eyes are soft, the faintest crease at the corner showing a mix of affection and curiosity.
“Hate me? I thought that information might be comforting,” Albedo says. His tone is light, but there’s an apology tucked somewhere between the words. The hand at your waist moves in slow, steady circles, the warmth of his palm easing the tension from your muscles. “On the contrary, I find you… remarkably beautiful.”
He studies you with the same focus he gives to his alchemical work, though now that you look closely, there’s nothing clinical about it. His gaze traces over your eyes first, the curve of your cheek, the flutter in your throat when you swallow, and then up to where your hands still hover awkwardly over your face. When he reaches up to move one aside, you let him do so, and that makes him smile sincerely.
It still feels strange seeing Albedo like this. You remember when you first arrived in Mondstadt, a city built on freedom, wind, and dandelions, watched over by the Knights of Favonius and the Anemo God, Barbatos. It was quaint and open compared to where you’d come from, yet with its high walls enclosing the City of Freedom, it also felt safe and stable. You’d passed by the alchemy station one afternoon, right beside that little shop you’d made a mental note to revisit for groceries. That was when you saw him for the first time, a man with pale blond hair and a star-shaped mark on his neck. You remember pausing, struck by how pretty he was, though the blank look on his face as he read over his notes made him seem almost bland. Unremarkable, if you were being unkind. So you walked on without giving him another glance.
Now, that same man is here with you, his palm pressed gently over your pounding heart, his other hand tilting your chin just enough to hold your gaze.
“You always look away when I do this,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb across your sternum, “But you are fascinating to me. Every breath, every small reaction… I don’t want to miss any of it.”
His words aren’t meant to flatter; he's just simply stating facts. He presses a light kiss to your temple before resting his forehead there, his voice dropping softer, “Is that strange to you?"
You shake your head, though your throat feels tight, and you don’t trust your voice just yet. Then, when he’s sure you won’t pull away, Albedo’s hand begins to move. His fingers draw a slow path upward along your chest, following the shape of your collarbone, stopping just below your throat. Your breath catches, and his gaze flicks up to meet yours. He tilts his head slightly, and his thumb traces the hollow of your throat, the faintest pressure there sending another shiver through you.
“I like you,” he murmurs, his lips barely grazing yours as he speaks the words, letting them linger in your mind, “All of you… exactly as you are.”
— ☆ Flins
Saying the wrong name
You don’t notice it the first time it happens; you’re too lost in the haze of heat and breath, floating somewhere between exhaustion and bliss to register anything coherent. Words melt together, touches blur. But then it happens again. And again. Often enough that your mind finally catches up, alarms blaring because- wait. Who the fuck is Anamarë? At first, you try to give Flins the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it’s a nickname. Something poetic, something old-fashioned he picked up from one of his dusty books. That’d be cute, right? It’s not. That theory goes out the window when he greets you by your real name the next morning, perfectly normal, as if nothing happened. It’s then completely shot dead when you realize he only says it in bed, right when he’s about to cum. A breathy moan into your neck to muffle the name, but still burning it into your skin anyway.
And that’s what bothers you most. Anything said during that time is pure instinct and therefore, honest. Flins doesn’t even seem to notice that he says it, and you can’t decide if that makes it better or worse. You lie there afterward, staring at the ceiling, your hand tracing idle circles across his back while your thoughts spin. You’ve debated bringing it up, but where would you even start? “Hey, who’s the person you keep calling out for when you’re inside me?” Yeah. That’s not going to end well.
Still, it eats at you. You like him. A lot. A lottt. But do you like him enough to let him call you by some random name? I mean..maybe? Sure, the sex is great, but it’s not just that. You like the way his voice softens when he says your name, the way he carries himself like a gentleman, the quiet half-laugh that escapes him when he's caught off guard. You like how seriously he takes his duties as a Lightkeeper and how dedicated he is to his role as the guardian of the Final Night Cemetery.
That’s what makes it hurt. Because if Anamarë is someone else, someone he loved, someone he lost, then what are you? A stand-in? A replacement? You squeeze your eyes shut. If you ignore it, maybe it will go away...
"Is something wrong? You seem troubled. Have I done something to upset you?" Flins asks in the quiet of the night. The room is dim except for the faint blue glow seeping through the window, soft light painting the edges of Flins’ face in silver. The sheets cling to your skin, still warm, a mix of sweat and salt. Flins lies beside you, both arms folded across his chest and hands placed on his stomach like he's prepped for his own coffin. It's all a bit too ironic not to get mad at.
“Uh, no. You were uhh… great. Yeah.” You laugh under your breath, awkward and too quick. You sound like someone caught stealing. Flins only tilts his head slightly, still watching you. There’s no judgment in his expression, only patience. You sigh, it's barely been ten seconds, and you're already bending the knee, “Actually, no. I lied. There is something wrong.”
“Please,” he says softly, “tell me what ails you so I might make it better.”
That genuine voice makes it worse. Why couldn't he have been some apathetic piece of shit who kicked you out on the first night into the cold cemetery? That would’ve been easier to deal with. You don’t want to see kindness right now.
“It’s… that thing you said. That word. Ana… Anami? Anamary? I don’t know, however it’s pronounced,” you fidget with a loose thread at the edge of the blanket, twisting it around your finger until it bites into your skin, “Why do you keep calling me that? I have a name, you know. Feelings too, and I don’t like- no, I hate it when you call me someone else’s name.”
You laugh, but there’s no humor in it. The moment the words leave your mouth, regret burns through you. You can’t even bring yourself to look at him.
Then Flins blinks once, slowly. And to your utter disbelief, he laughs. That breathy half-laugh you’ve grown far too fond of fills the space between you. It’s light and low and so pretty that it makes you both ache and want to smack him. The nerve of this lightkeeper. You're going to kill him.
“Please, excuse me,” he says between laughs, lifting a hand in apology, “I did not mean to offend. I am, a-ha, embarrassed.”
His smile falters into something more bashful, “Anamarë is… a term of endearment in my language. I had not realized I was saying that in our moments of passion.”
Your stomach sinks. You can feel the blood rushing to your face. “Oh.”
And then again, miserably. “Oh.”
"I'm so sorry for accusing. I can't believe I just- I'm sorry, Flins,” you groan, burying your face in your hands, “I’m such an idiot. I should’ve just asked instead of jumping to conclusions and exploding on you.”
Flins shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. He looks calm, maybe even relieved, “You are forgiven.”
He really shouldn't. Sure, you didn't have a psychotic break and attempt to key his lantern, but isn't he a little bit too nice? You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. The tension in your shoulders eases a little, but the embarrassment lingers. You peek at him through your fingers, watching the soft rise and fall of his chest. His hair is messy from the pillow, strands curling slightly near his temple. He only gazes back at you through thick lashes and that sleepy smile.
“So… can I ask what it means?” you manage, lowering your hands and trying not to sound as nervous as you feel. He hums softly, thoughtfully, and sits up a little straighter. The sheet slides down his shoulder, revealing a glimpse of smooth skin before it pools at his waist.
“There is no exact Teyvat translation,” he begins. His tone is careful, almost hesitant. A faint pink rises to his cheeks, “But the closest meaning would be ‘soul light.’”
You nod slowly, unsure what to say. Your fingers fidget with the edge of the blanket, tracing the seams to keep yourself grounded.
“But when directed at a person,” he says, quieter now, “it means…”
His gaze drifts down, then back up, meeting your eyes. The smile that follows is small but sincere, something warmer than you’ve ever seen on him before. He leans in, slow enough that you could pull away if you wanted to, but you don’t. The faint scent of salt and candle wax lingers on him. His breath brushes against your ear, and every nerve in your body seems to notice.
“It means,” he murmurs, his voice a soft tremor against your skin, “the one who illuminates my spirit.”
Anamarë
Anam – Irish word meaning soul.
Arë – Quenya-inspired suffix (from Tolkien’s constructed language), meaning sunlight, warmth, or daytime.
— ☆ Kaeya
It doesn't feel good
You remember hearing your peers gossip and boast about their first and future trysts, how “amazing” or “mind-blowing” it supposedly felt. Hookups and one-night stands have become common parts of everyone’s vocabulary. But you never had much interest in them, not quite trusting the idea of letting some random stranger see you that vulnerable for the first time.
Still, you didn’t want to die a virgin. You were simply more selective about who you wanted to share your first time with, and for all intents and purposes, Kaeya isn’t the worst choice. He seems experienced, if the bar patrons are to be trusted, so you don’t have to worry about any clumsy accidents or injuries. Plus, you’ve never heard him talk openly about his partners or "exploits", so even if it goes badly, no one else will know. While you would have much rather waited for someone special, someone you loved, Kaeya is a good guy with a good face, and there are far worse people you could have asked.
The arrangement itself ended up being rather awkwardly professional. While you and Kaeya aren’t exactly friends, you’re acquainted well enough to chat whenever you happen to cross paths. You offered, and he accepted.
And well, honestly?
It doesn’t feel that great.
“Not up to your expectations?” Kaeya asks, his tone light but not mocking. He notices the tension in your face, the way your body doesn’t quite relax beneath his touch. He slows even more, watching carefully, “Do you want to take a breather? Am I hurting you?”
You hesitate, embarrassed to admit the truth, "I... think maybe we should stop.”
Even though it's a reasonable request, heat crawls up your neck as you avoid his gaze. You had built this up in your head, convinced yourself you were ready, only to be left with disappointment and being entirely too self-aware. A sinking dread tells you that any future attempt will just remind you of this moment, of how badly it went, and the idea of intimacy already feels tainted.
But Kaeya doesn’t look annoyed or frustrated. He just shifts slightly, easing back without complaint.
“Of course, thank you for telling me," he brushes his thumb along your cheek, wiping away the wetness you hadn’t realized was there. His hand is warm, surprisingly warm for someone with a Cryo Vision. You almost make a joke about it, something about him freezing your tears just to save face, but you stop yourself. He’s taking this seriously; you should too.
"I just... I-it's not you-sorry, you already know that- uh-" you swallow hard, feeling your cheeks heat up further as you pointedly turn your face to avoid looking into his eye, "I want to do it right...but I don't think I can...if that makes sense..."
“It makes perfect sense,” he says after a moment. “It’s your first time, right?”
You nod, feeling the heat creep back up your neck.
He hums softly, thoughtful, “Then there’s nothing to worry about. It’s normal to be nervous, to not know what you like yet. Everyone has different bodies, maybe this just isn't something you like."
You blink at him, the tension in your shoulders slowly easing. Sure, you know that, but hearing it from someone like Kaeya, who actually knows what he's doing and does it well, makes you feel a tiny bit better. Gives him more credibility and he isn't saying whatever will get you to stay in his bed. He moves his hand from your cheek to your jaw, tilting your head slightly so you’re looking at him again. His thumb rests just below your lower lip, not pushing, just there.
“I can guide you,” he says quietly, his tone more tender than you expected, “But only if you want me to.”
Something in your chest tightens at the way he says it, not as a tease or a challenge, but a real offer. Not the half-hearted one you gave him. The hesitation, the nerves, the uncertainty all start to blend with something else. You’re still embarrassed, but beneath that, there’s relief. Your hands flex at your sides, twitching with something to do, weighing if you should reach out to him. You don't want to seem like a "selfish participant" that others harp on. You want to prove that, although you had asked Kaeya into your bed on a whim, you still want to try and care.
“Did you know? Some people have sensitive ears, while others can’t stand even a breeze brushing past them," His voice is calm, almost casual, but the closeness makes it hard to focus on the words. When his hand lifts, fingers tracing the curve of your ear, you tense before you can help it. The touch is cold this time, a sharp contrast to the heat gathering beneath your skin. You swallow, trying to say something back, but the words don’t come out. It’s not unpleasant, just unfamiliar, but it also doesn't feel good either. He hums when you shake your head.
“This one’s my favorite,” he murmurs, tapping lightly at your sternum. The contact makes your breath hitch. His hand drifts lower, fingertips tracing slowly over the sensitive point of your chest, lingering just enough for you to feel every inch of his movement before settling. You make a small sound without meaning to, something caught between a gasp and a laugh, and Kaeya chuckles softly, clearly pleased.
“The good thing is that you know your limits. You know when to stop. That’s more important than pushing yourself through something that doesn’t feel right," he says, his voice returning to that patient, steady tone. His thumb strokes gently along your skin, “So please, don’t cry. You did nothing wrong.”
The reassurance makes your throat tighten even more. You sniff, blinking at him. The kindness in his words and the patience in his touch are almost overwhelming. You hadn’t expected this; you always thought of Kaeya as kind of a sleaze, the type to flirt just to see how far he could get. But now, sitting here with his hand resting lightly against your skin, he’s nothing like that. He’s gentle. Easy. Real. It throws you off balance in a way you don’t know how to handle. You open your mouth to say something, anything, but the words dissolve before they can take shape. Your chest aches, not from embarrassment anymore, but from something warmer, heavier. He tilts his head slightly, studying you, and the faintest smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. It’s small, almost cautious, like he doesn’t want to push. His thumb grazes your cheek again, slow and deliberate, and you realize you’re leaning into the touch before you can stop yourself.
You think, helplessly, that you could be falling in love.
characters: albedo x female!reader
synopsis: you tease albedo to see if your lovely gentleman boyfriend ends up losing his composure. he won't, right? he's always been so nice towards you... until one day, you push his buttons way too much. It ends with an extremely sexually frustrated albedo giving you the best fuck of your whole life.
cw: top! albedo (bit ooc), bottom! reader, rough sex, angry sex, clit play, vaginal fingering, fingerfucking, vaginal sex, p in v, manhandling, overstimulation, teasing, grinding, cock slapping, breeding kink, spanking, darcryphilia, creampie, porn with plot, multiple orgasms, table sex, orgasm denial/edging, excessive cum, feral bedo
wc: 8.4k words
yeah um, cw kinda went a bit too much there, which means the smut below is a ride. Albedo is totally ooc, but yall i dont care anymore bcuz i just want him to fuck like a feral animal rn, brain empty, just hips moving. if u enjoyed the fic, thanks, my smut is sometimes all over the place because my fingers begin typing before i even know what i want, especially for albedo o m gee
“Oh, right, Albedo. Get some proper sleep, will you? You look like you will pass out if I send you to a hilichurl camp right now, hahaha!” The Grandmaster sounds out his signature loud laugh again, his huge and wide shoulders bouncing with every breath.
Albedo holds back a sarcastic eye roll, merely sluggishly responding with, “Yes, Grandmaster. I will make sure to get adequate sleep tonight.”
And so, he shuts the door of Varka’s office, and makes a beeline straight back to his office. He passes by knights and familiar faces, offering them quick fake smiles on the way while quickly rushing back. Anyone who stops him for a quick chat ends up being hollered off with a fast murmur of 'sorry I'm busy'. This time, today, he will be confronting you, and you will have no chances for any excuses-
“Albedo~”
Before he gets to even turn his head to identify the voice, his wrist gets tugged into a dark corner of the building.
He stumbles at the sudden yank. Being on high alert, his hand instantly reaches out to his side for his sword, until he recognises that dorkish grin anywhere he goes. The tension on his shoulders drop, a heavy rock lifted off his chest as he exhales in relief, knowing it is not a dangerous enemy, but his girlfriend who has dragged him here.
Albedo barely has the energy to register what he wishes to confront you about, completely forgotten all about it at the back of his head, so he calls you out first, “Y/N. My dearest, I’ve noticed that these days, you have been—”
“I have been naughty?”
Despite being in darkness, Albedo has achieved better night vision than most humans after having stayed nights at Dragonspine. He realises you haven't stopped grinning since the moment you pulled his wrist. You step forward, and he feels… Your chest, breathing heavily, is being squished into his. So, he peers down, and almost lets a curse slip out of his tongue.
Out of all the days, you just have to be wearing that one provocative shirt that shows the most cleavage today. It accentuates your figure, yes. It makes you look like a goddess, yes. It makes Albedo terribly aroused, yes yes yes.
Albedo has never had a clear preference for whether he enjoys your chest or butt more. He likes both of them equally, and thinks that your entire being is perfect. However, when greeted with such a clear vision of… them, how can he not stare?
You are also standing way too close for your own good. He can feel your hot breath tickling, your skin touching his skin, bare.
“I know, ‘Bedo,” Your gaze drifts from his eyes, then his lips, and you lazily look up at his eyes again. A cat-like grin blooms on your visage as you repeat, “I know.”
It’s hell on Teyvat. His body is on fire, thrown into Natlan’s volcano to take a dip, but he ends up being submerged in it. Every strand of his nerves burn bright, flashing emergency signals in his head, but he can barely care. Cold water dumped over his body won’t help much either.
So, he barely holds himself together when you suddenly pull him in for a deep kiss.
Albedo, being completely untouched and unloved for the past week, moans into the kiss almost instantly. He knows the risk is there. The fact that the two of you are still in public, and anyone passing by the corner who looks closely will notice the sinful acts. Albedo knows, but he can’t help deliberately melting into the kiss, as his lips have always meant to be yours. Always.
Deepening the kiss, your hands wrap around his back, tugging him close to your body, while also intentionally pushing your barely-covered breasts against him. A fine weapon, if he must say, because his bulge is straining more against his pants now.
“Mmh, ‘Bedo…” You gasp lightly, when a swipe of his tongue goes across your lower lip, wetting it with his saliva.
In that dark corner, Albedo rejoices at your noises, a melody he has not heard in a week. Before he knows it, his flaccid cock has already hardened up, pumped full of excitement and vigour for enduring all your teasing. Even though the risks of being found out are exceedingly high, and might tarnish his reputation, Albedo gives no fucks.
You continue devouring his lips, claiming it as yours, before grabbing the chance to shove your tongue into his mouth, asserting your newfound dominance over him. The sudden tongue-kissing deems him speechless as your wet, and cold body part swirls around the walls of his mouth, drawing messy indecipherable constellations everywhere. Archons, he feels his knees weakly buckling beneath him from the sheer nerves.
Albedo hates to admit it, but after being edged for so long, he thinks he might come in his pants from just tongue-kissing alone.
“Dearest…”
His arousal is terribly evident when he keeps making inaudible noises throughout the kiss. Whimpering and whining. Sounds he has never allowed you to listen to before, now spilling out of his lips like endless secrets shared between two lovers.
It fuels you even more, when you fight through your tangled tongues, and finally pushing yours deeper until a low guttural moan tears out of his throat into the kiss, and his hips buckle against yours. Then, as if his body has been possessed by lust, he can’t help it when he flips up your skirt, and begins grinding his rock-hard bulge against your covered crotch, begging for whatever friction there is, just enough for him to reach an orgasm.
Truly an erotic scene taken from a romance novel, where the sexual tension hits an all-time high.
“M-My love, aah…” A sinful noise climbs out his throat, as he squeezes his eyes shut in pooling arousal and struggling disbelief, unwilling to believe it came out of him.
Albedo’s hands wander all over your body frantically, feeling your presence, your warmth, right next to him. His hormones run wild, like a teenage boy discovering porn for the first time, as he takes in your womanly scent.
His ears blush a dark red as he gets off to the sound of your pants for air, and the tiny moans that leave your lips when he grinds up at the perfect angle, brushing against your clothed clit. Your panties do nothing to hide the dampness soaking through the fabric. With every jerk of his hips, his protruding bulge bunches up your panties, creating a wet chaos between your legs.
However, as much as you enjoy it, having your boyfriend openly hump you in public, you have gotten way too invested in your games.
Biting down on his lower lip, you gradually part away from the kiss, a clear string of saliva connecting your tongues. At the same time, Albedo pauses his movements, staring at you in both confusion and desperation, like an innocent feline waiting for milk.
You relish the sight of Albedo being undone, a shattered mess before you. His lips are all bruised and plump, glistening wet beneath darkness. And his bulge, somehow bigger and heavier, throbbing alone.
You almost let out a satisfied chuckle at your job well done.
Albedo thinks you are only taking a break from the kiss, because there’s no way you are leaving him alone, right?
Right?
Then, he realises you are adjusting your top, patting down your skirt, and oh no.
“It has been fun playing with you, ‘Bedo, but I need to go. See you next time, love~” You blow him a teasing kiss, send him a wink, turn away, and walk back out into public, intentionally swaying your hips in front of him, acting as if nothing had happened, like you didn’t have a steamy makeout session with him in the Knights of Favonious building.
Albedo stays silent in the dark corner, watching as you happily skip away to the entrance, ready to head home to celebrate yet another success.
He realises that a hot, burning sensation that has been slowly building up in his core over the week, has already reached its limit long ago, but he’s been suppressing it out of courtesy for your feelings.
But now?
It’s a fucking calamity exploded into wild dancing flames throughout his blood.
The standby knights feel the ends of their hair rising when a figure, everyone knows too well as the alchemist of Mondstadt, crosses paths with them. However, he doesn’t speak a word, nor does he spare a glance at them. They don’t dare to greet him either, feeling his aura totally unfamiliar and pulsing with danger.
He remains quiet, taking one, two, three steps towards the ecstatic girl, like a waiting predator about to pounce on its oblivious prey.
So, you want to keep playing this game, don’t you? Pushing him way beyond his limits just to witness his composure falling apart?
This is what you wanted, and at that moment, Albedo doesn’t care what anyone will say anymore.
All he knows now, is that he sees red.
A loud gasp escapes your lips when someone grips onto your wrist harshly, tugging you towards them without a word. You struggle against the person’s grasp, wincing when you realise how tight they are holding onto your wrist.
“Hey! That’s not- huh? ‘Bedo-”
“A single word more, and I’ll fuck you right here, and now.”
When you say you are shocked. It’s an understatement.
You are fucked.
Locking eyes with Albedo terrifies you. The look in Albedo’s eyes when he growled at you, is not a gaze your Albedo will give you. Your Albedo gazes at you softly, and kindly, treating you like his whole world. This Albedo… His gaze is darkened with desire and lust. He looks like he’s about to fuck your world into shambles, until you don't even know which dimension you are in anymore.
It’s what you wanted, right? To see your boyfriend lose it all. So, despite the excitement pumping in your heart, why are you also scared of what he might do to you?
You gulp down your anxiousness, letting him drag you up the stairs like a rag doll, his footsteps and yours thumping loudly against the steps in the busy building. However, with Albedo being at the very front, everyone notices the ice-cold expression paired with his tightened jaw. Without another word, everyone clears out a path for the alchemist in fear. Of course, there are hushed whispers when they realise he’s dragging you in a hurry.
It takes everything in you to fight the blush rushing up your cheeks. There’s no way these people don’t know what’s about to happen to you.
When the two of you reach his office, he immediately throws the door closed with one hand. Your body instantly jerks up at the sudden sound, eyes running across the room in a panic, trying not to lock gaze with him.
You know better to not anger Albedo now.
But it’s a little bit too late, because your alchemist boyfriend is now towering over you, hand slammed at your side, against the door, trapping you beneath his figure. Albedo isn’t muscular, nor is he extremely tall like other knights, but you often forget that he’s strong. Horrifyingly strong.
Suddenly, you appear so weak, so fragile, nothing like the devilish girl that’s brought him to the edge countless times.
Low chuckles bubble up his chest, as he leans down to your face, a distance way too close where you can feel his breath fanning your lips. You notice the crazed look in his eyes. Beyond that, the field of teal is obscure. You can't make anything out of them, not a single hint of Albedo. Your Albedo. It stores nothing but lust, the sexual longing and yearning to stamp his name everywhere on your skin.
“Where’s the bravery from earlier, my love?” The corner of his lips rises to a lopsided smirk, and he tips your chin up with his gloved fingers, a stark contrast to the whimpering man you had beneath you earlier.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? For me to lose my composure, Y/N?”
The alchemist grips onto your chin, forcing you to stare straight into his lost eyes, but god, your boyfriend looks even hotter like this, and you hate admitting it.
Yet, you wonder if there are people outside his office right now. The curious ones, pressing their ears against the door behind you. Or, the oblivious ones, wandering around, about to listen to the most erotic sex happen in their godsent kind alchemist’s office.
Would the people downstairs comment about your sudden departure into Albedo’s office?
Would they gossip and whisper about how he’s busy taking care of his girlfriend’s needs, when in reality, he’s about to give you the most mindblowing sex of all times?
The thought of it boils your stomach, sending raging bursts of heat straight down to your clenched core. You can’t help but feel a certain wetness begin to pool below you again, staining your clothing, as much as you’re ashamed of.
Albedo tugs on your chin abruptly, gripping it hard, eliciting a surprised gasp from his aggressiveness as he forces you to look at him in the eyes again, “Did I say that you can go ahead and daydream?”
His other hand, the one trapping you against the wall, trails down the side of your chest, then your waist, in an anguishly slow manner, as if making you suffer back all the teasing you’ve given him.
“You caused this upon yourself, dearest. Now it’s time to take responsibility for your own actions, because I’m losing my fucking patience.”
In a few seconds, Albedo’s tongue is all over you like a wild beast, licking at your lips, the corners, your neck. All the while, he takes off his coat, hurls it across his office without looking, focusing on only claiming you with his saliva.
His tongue swirls across your skin in hurried circles, wetting every spot he knows that makes you shiver. And when he has enough fun, he captures your lips in one go, shoving his tongue down your throat, as you did to him earlier. The action immediately elicits a loud gasp to escape your lips, but he shuts you up with another deep shove of his tongue, like he’s attempting to choke you.
Then, before you know it, he’s squeezing your breast in his hand, and pushing his pulsing erection into your thigh, distracting you from the fact that he’s already taking off your skirt.
People might think this entire situation is scary, but you? You are so turned on. By his actions, yes. But also this new side of Albedo that you have successfully unlocked. His loss of control, his rudeness, his frustration. Everything is directed to you.
And, not only did you make him curse, but he’s really lost all the strings holding him together. No doubt, he’s going to fuck you up, outwardly and inwardly.
Truthfully, never have you ever thought your boyfriend could be even sexier. This is proof, and you will gladly enjoy Albedo angrily fucking you until you see stars.
“I said, don’t-” Smack. “-daydream.”
Albedo has just landed a harsh smack on the back of your ass, sending you flying forward to his arms. You really do see the entire astronomy system in your eyes now, and the stars can't help but feel bad for what you are about to get yourself into. You don't care. This is a life-changing experience to be spanked by Albedo, and you can’t help but whimper at the pleasurable pain shooting up your body, a noise barely covered by you biting down on your lip.
“Hah, I can’t believe this,” The blond tears off your top in one go, as you watch in horror at how effortlessly it was for him to rip through fabric. Albedo is strong, and has always been, this is just the reminder you need.
He tugs off the skirt from your legs, before throwing it to another corner in the room, leaving you only in your undergarments now. You have no idea where he’s thrown the rest of his clothes, but when you look up at him, he’s already shirtless, revealing his lean build.
Suddenly, his digits are touching your clothed pussy, feeling your fluids that have seeped through the thin fabric. You nearly moan when he presses down onto your clothed clit, the one spot throbbing through the thin fabric, already damp, against his fingers.
Albedo knows your sweet spots way too well. As gentlemanly as he's born to be, Albedo is just like you said. Sex walking on legs. Yet, this time, instead of taking his sweet time with you, prioritising your pleasure, he jumps straight into your underwear, rubbing your clit at a speed like never before. Applying enough pressure, at the fastest speed.
The formula of destruction.
Albedo continues pressing his bulge into your thigh, grinding slightly to fulfil his own desires too. You steal a glance, and notice the thick outline of his cock in his pants, visibly twitching and straining at every touch he gains. One wrong move, and it might explode from its tight cages. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, hiding his amused smirk, and assaults your ear with a half-whisper tone, “Sooooo naughty, aren’t we, hm?”
He watches in pride as your body jolts like it’s on fire, broken moans and screams of ‘’s too much’ falling off your drooling lips. Yet, he doesn’t stop circling your puffy clit, smearing your slick everywhere on your folds as he makes your pussy a mess. He doesn’t care. As if all the logic in his mind, his aim for precision, everything— gone.
Your core clenches when he continues rubbing onto your clit like it's a toy, and it gets unbearable when you realise his gaze has been pinned onto your face since the beginning, drinking in every expression you make when he fastens his pace. Albedo enjoys watching you fall apart.
When he’s done abusing your clit, and decides you are close enough to an orgasm, he pauses. As a response, you whine out loud at the loss of his fingers.
It instantly earns you a harsh smack on the ass, “Whine again, and I won’t let you come.”
You let out a quiet whimper, which quickly turns into a scream midway when two of his fingers suddenly plunge deep into your wet pussy, arching his perfectly-carved digits in a way that makes you see the whole galaxy before you.
“Ah, you're clenching into me so tightly… Does it feel that good?” He grins deviously, pupils darkened with built-up fury and pure lust; not even a single reflection can be seen in them.
Never once have you wished to wipe off the smirk from your boyfriend’s lips. You aren’t even sure if it’s your boyfriend making you feel good anymore; he’s an entirely different being, a feral one. And you love it, a little too much.
The sudden cold digits pumping inside of you at a pace so fast, it hurts, yet it feels so good for some reason. With every plunge, he invades your insides, arching his fingers, and hitting so deep. His fingers feel so incredible, you almost mistake them for his huge cock that once gently thrusted into you, paired with the hushed whispers of compliments beside your ear.
There’s none of that sweet stuff now.
Only Albedo, and his desire to ruin you.
“A-aah, ah, mmh, f-fuck!” Your breasts bounce with every deep plummet of his fingers, somehow brushing against your g-spot now and then, eliciting a cry of his name from your wet lips.
God, this is way too erotic for your own good. Imagine being fingered by your lovely alchemist boyfriend by the door, with your moans uncontrollably slipping out of your tongue, not knowing about the things happening outside. There could be people behind that door you’re pushed against, listening to his slim, porcelain fingers pumping inside your wet slick.
Your thoughts run further away when Albedo suddenly, once again, rips through the fabric of your underwear, cursing lowly to himself in such a sexy way, your pussy nearly throbbing in pain from how hot everything he does is.
Then, before you know it, his lips slam into yours, kissing you with so much passion, tongue claiming dominance over your walls, tasting and panting wildly, like he's doing everything to absorb your existence. You nearly forget you’re in his office when you groan against him, knee pressing against his thigh, a grounding technique for yourself.
You feel his hand travelling up your waist, frantically running up your back, and moving to your bra, skillfully clicking the back open, before letting it collapse to the floor beside you.
Albedo continues hungrily devouring your face, but he finds new joy in teasing your chest. He flicks your nipple, thumbing it in between his free hand, twisting it, squeezing it, playing with it in all kinds of ways that cause your pussy to clench hard on his digits.
The tension grows hotter, so does your body, alighting into flames that invade your face, flushing your cheeks red. You don’t know what kind of face you are making anymore. Does it even matter? You just know that his fingers are fucking into you so nicely, his name falls off your lips like a desperate chant.
“M-Mmh, ‘Bedo- Fuuuuck, A-Albedo~!” You accidentally clench down on him so hard, he has to use all his strength to force his fingers inside you, and somehow he ends up reaching even deeper into your hole, making your juices drip around his palm, down to the wooden floor.
Albedo curses under his breath, feeling himself harden at the wet squelches coming from his work. As he curls his fingers to stretch you within, another squelching sound occurs from all the slippery slick inside you. It is truly wonderful how the human body can get aroused so easily.
And, it is truly wonderful how you, a human, can make him lose his mind over lust.
Your noises get louder, like they’re aiming for the heavens. Your attempts to muffle them by biting down on your lower lip prove futile when Albedo realises what you’re doing.
“Ah ah, don’t keep your voice down, love. I’m sure everyone would like to hear how desperate you are, clenching onto my fingers like this…” He doesn’t stop assaulting you with his digits, hammering you until you’re all full and well-stretched enough to take his cock.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Everything I’m doing to you right now. Me, losing control after you teased me, left me aroused all week…” Albedo thinks he’s high on drugs when he inhales sharply, as if taking in your erotic figure, catching your breath while your body is glazed in sweat.
He can’t help it when he darts to latch onto your neck like a bloodthirsty vampire, smelling your intoxicating scent until he hastily turns to sucking and licking, leaving desperate purple hickeys all across your skin ruthlessly.
Your body nearly gives up and collapses at the sudden sensory appreciation from Albedo. It jerks with every thrust of his two fingers, arches with every touch of his lips on your skin. It’s true, you’ve been degraded to a puppet made for Albedo, who cruelly controls how your body reacts with only his hands.
Like it’s a natural instinct from your body, your eyes nearly flutter close in pleasure when Albedo’s breathy, lower register floods into your ears.
“Hah, your reactions are telling me you’re gonna come all over my fingers soon. Is that right, my dear?” He pants, quickening the pace of his fingers pumping into your wet, swollen pussy, reaching into the deepest spots inside you, while your hips squirm needily for more, more, more.
Your mouth falls open in shame, only a name audible from all the lewd squelches, “Y-Yes yes yesssssss, o-ooh fuuuuck, ‘Bedobedobedo, ‘guna cummmmh—”
His name becomes part of your prayers, as you pray for yourself to keep conscious when you orgasm, because your organs are on fire. Your lower part is scorching in sex. Hot sex from your handsome, sexy alchemist boyfriend. The you who has just started dating Albedo will never believe your future self's words, because what do you mean Albedo is now fingers deep inside your sex, mumbling dirty filthy phrases beside your ear?
However, it seems he has other plans, because the moment you feel yourself inching closer to that satisfying burst of delight, Albedo takes out his fingers with a wet ‘pop’, leaving you needy and empty.
“Sadly, I’m not done with you yet.”
Is all he says.
Before he drags you by the arm harshly, almost stumbling as he drifts towards his office chair in a hurry. Then, he eases himself onto his chair, and begins taking off his shirt, revealing his toned, yet lean body beneath it. Your boyfriend has always looked this fine underneath the layers of clothing he wears. It’s always been your pride and joy that you’re the only one who gets to discover what he hides underneath…
Especially the thing underneath his pants.
“Albedo…”
You gulp, anticipation and sexual frustration become your best friends as you watch him unbuckle his belt, tug off his pants until they drop to his knees. However, when he reaches for his underwear, he intentionally takes a longer time dragging it down.
Catching the growing smug smirk on his face, your guts boil with a newfound hatred for your boyfriend’s flawless face. The agony. You hate him so much in that moment, you wish to yell in his face to just, fuck you already.
As if he’s heard your inner voice, he heeds your calls and finally pulls his underwear down. Almost immediately, your naked sight is graced with his thick, long, throbbing cock being freed from its shackles, bobbing with a deep, angry red at the leaking tip. It slaps against his abdomen, leaking like a faucet. Your eyes follow the trail of sticky pre-cum, rolling down his veiny shaft, to his balls: round and aching in raging sexual frustration, as if it’s been waiting for a whole lifetime to pump you full with his semen.
Witnessing the effect you’ve had on him for the past week, leaves you breathless. This is what you’ve been waiting for, the outcome of your efforts. So, why is your heart beating out of your chest, acting like his cock is going to fuck you brainless?
Maybe because it is. From the way Albedo is eyeing you down like a predator ready to swallow his prey, except this time, he’s doing it with his dick. And, it’s huge, it’s heavy, it’s the hardest you’ve seen it. It’s legitimately standing on its own, fully erect and ready to breed. You imagine holding it in your hand, and think how it's probably going to twitch, palpitating like it has its own heartbeat.
Archons. You want him so badly, you want his cock inside you desperately, your cunt is practically dripping and clenching on air right now.
“Turn around.”
Your brain gets erased into a pile of mush when he uses that sultry voice on you, leading your body to react before your thoughts even form.
“W-Wha— a-aah!”
His fingers immediately slip right into your cunt, slotting them deep inside, causing your hips to jerk slightly. You hear his breath quicken by the ear into something more needy, more longing. His expression is unreadable as you're facing away from him, but he doesn't seem to react in any way. You clench your thighs together firmly, savouring the feeling of his digits being buried in you, as if he’s using it as a heater for his naturally cold fingers.
However, it gets worrying when he doesn’t speak a single word, and goes completely eerily silent. Instead, his breathing gets louder. And by that, you mean very loud, it’s undoubtedly abnormal. You, with your naked body fully exposed, his fingers still buried inside you, manage to stutter out a question of concern for him, “U-Uhm… ‘Bedo, are you fine?”
You are met with a moment of great silence.
…
Until his voice drops an octave lower, rumbling so heavily with a certain husk, it almost seems like a whisper.
“You should hold on tight,” Albedo inhales sharply, and it sends shivers down your spine.
You blink, “Huh-”
“Because I’m done playing the nice guy.”
It felt like it was barely a second, perhaps even a millisecond, when he pulled out his fingers to dig his nails into the sides of your hips, and before you know it, he’s yanking your body down with full force.
A sudden, enchanting moment of clarity flashes in your head when an entire hard and erect, pulsing cock, gets forcefully shoved inside your cunt in one go. No lube, only your wetness, and his pre-cum, as well as his two fingers as prep. It’s just completely gone in, mushroom tip kissing the entrance of your sweet womb. Even your scream gets cut off at the sudden shock of his entire length fully penetrating your insides.
It is like a wake-up call, yanking your consciousness back into reality, that you are, right now, sitting on a cock. Not just anyone’s.
But Albedo’s cock.
And the thought of it clicks right into your body, nerves go haywire.
You come. Hard. On his cock.
Eyes completely rolling to the back of your head to meet the heavens, while your slick-dripped thighs quiver at your orgasm. Only your small, hushed moans fill the air.
“You came? Just from that?” You hear Albedo’s voice, but your field is still a blur from your climax.
Yet, you recognise those low chuckles anywhere, and it’s not a good sign.
“Since you want it so badly… Then take it.”
You are clueless whether it’s a day of fortune or misfortune, because Albedo begins thrusting his flushed cock into you. Not like his usual gentle and ginger pace, where he’s asking about your comfort every second. No. That side of Albedo is gone, and you know it.
He’s ramming his entire length into your pussy ruthlessly, gripping onto your waist, plunging his nails into your flesh like it’s his lifeline, yanking you and shoving you back down onto his length without even needing you to move.
“O-Ooh, f-fuck! ‘B-Bedo, ‘m still— haaah! still cumminnnn’—!” You cry out from the overstimulation, vigorously kicking your legs up in the air at the feeling of your insides being stretched to the maximum at the godlike speed of his thrusts, bullying you, filling up every inch and crevice inside you with his throbbing length.
The pleasure gets overbearing, and you think you might die from this. No. You will die. Your body erupts in flames, and his touch becomes the icy cool wind that delivers shudders across your back, automatically arching it.
He doesn’t hear your cries, your breathless gasps, and gives not a single fuck about your flailing. Instead, he fumbles clumsily, propelling your body up against his desk. With his leaking cock still inside you, you feel every movement and shift as he gets up. It even bumps against your g-spot, sending you into a sensitive, quaking mess, eliciting countless broken moans to fall out of your lips.
Albedo, panting heavily, without a word, pulls out his cock from your cunt, grunting at the way you’re still subconsciously sucking him back in despite your struggles. He watches in awe, dark pupils dilated in arousal and curiosity, as a thick string of your liquids combined together, connects the tip of his cock with your entrance. Like it was meant to be. Like the trope in romance novels, red string of fate, except this time, it's the lewd version.
The sudden emptiness has your soaked thighs rubbing against each other for friction, already missing the sensation of Albedo being buried deep inside you. You hold back the whine, remembering his words, but you’re loose, puffy, ready to take his cock in again, so why is he not putting it back in?!
“O-Oh god, ‘B-Bedo!”
The whimper held behind your lips rips out your throat as a mewl when Albedo slaps his thick, heavy cock against your lonely clit. The action sends sparks of electricity all across your nerves. Your clit has always been the most sensitive part of your body, and Albedo knows it.
He always knows what makes you cum easily.
So, he drags his heavy length across your pulsating clit, pressing down with slight force, enough to make your fallen body tremble on his desk.
“This.”
He taps the head of his swelling cock against your clit, easing you into a whimpering mess. A new bead of pre-cum forms on the head, glistening and sticky. He watches as your swollen clit pulses when he drags his cockhead across, your lower body quaking when he smudges the translucent fluid sloppily on the bud, as if marking your clit.
Then, he draws down to your wet folds, letting your juices mix with his pre-cum, before he languidly slides his all-too-familiar tip inside your warmth, sounding out a long, satisfied groan at the tight comfort of your walls.
“And this….”
He stops, leaving his bulbous tip in, relishing the beautiful sight of your creamy pussy tightening around anything you can have inside, even if it means just having his tip. His hands wander up the sides of your bottom and knead into your ass, before parting them open forcefully, exposing a world that's way beyond Albedo's fantasies. He sees the way your cunt drips out a sticky mess, your fluids flowing and mixing with his pre-ejaculate, shrouding his base.
“All mine.”
With one sharp snap of his hips, Albedo aggressively fucks back his throbbing cock into you on his paper-filled desk. Your entire body jumps forward, slamming into the wooden table while he plummets his cock in and out of your dripping pussy, like a machine built to only fuck.
“M-Mmh…!”
Everything is so loud.
Your uncontrollable moans, paired with his breathless pants and grunts. Your body is rocking against the table as he pins you down, separating your cheeks open for the whole world to see. Your cunt is easily taking his cock without a complaint. It’s almost terribly lewd, the slick sounds of him meeting your insides getting louder and louder, like a max-level pornographic novel that will set the world on fire.
Perhaps, even the people outside, miles away, can hear the sinful sounds from his office. The thought of it is euphoric; you can’t help but tighten around him.
…Wait, did he just get bigger?!
“You feel that?” He growls roughly, voice turned low-pitched, like a feral animal in heat.
Albedo places a hand on your tummy and slams his flushed, hard cock right back in, causing you to fly forward with a desperate cry. He watches from behind, through hooded bedroom eyes, the evident bump that has appeared in the middle of your stomach, mimicking the shape of his pulsing length.
“That’s me stretching you from the inside.”
Albedo’s veiny cock slips straight into your sweet spot, curving perfectly like it’s made to make you come all the time. His palm presses firmly against the bulge on your stomach, causing you to roll your eyes back from the pleasure.
To further fulfil his curiosity, he pulls back out, noticing how the earlier swelling has gone down in your stomach, following the movement of his hips. With a quivering breath, he lines up his tip, before ramming back in- the bulge reappearing, proudly taking its spot right below your belly button. He goes in so deep, the only thing keeping you grounded is your nails clawing against the wood of his desk, leaving a long trail of scratch marks like a wild cat gone rabid.
“My entire cock, inside you, pulsing so deep- fuck...”
He lies his front on your back, thrusts never faltering as you feel his hands wandering up your chest, before squeezing tightly onto your breasts. The close skin-to-skin contact ticks all the right boxes, as he breathes up against your sensitive ear, hot breath fanning your skin.
Your lips go parted, knowing that every action he does somehow makes your pussy needily flutter against his cock.
“Please…” You cry out, hips starting to grind against his, pressing your ass against his hipbone in desperation for more. More of what? You have no idea. Post-orgasm emotions still invade your mind while your horniness grows even worse in your stomach. “Please… F-Faster!”
“So needy.”
Albedo, proves his strength again by holding up your thigh, hooking it with his arm, causing you to squeal in surprise at the new position. You’re glad you’ve been trained in flexibility before, leaving you easily dropping into different sex positions to spice up your sex life. Now, with the clearer view, and no blocks, he will be able to fuck you better, right?
And god, you are so, so wrong. Because it’s not just better. It’s life-changing.
When the first roll of his hips occurs, you know you will be milking his cock dry.
“H-Hah, I’m going to ruin you. Gonna- mmh… come inside you with the cock you love so much.” Albedo’s leaky tip kisses your cervix again, and you realise how further deep this new position allows him to go, letting him easily abuse your womb every time he plunges inside you, driving his veiny cock into your leaking pussy again, and again, and again, until your mind becomes addicted to sex.
You feel it. Every ridge, every vein, every single inch of his cock, pounding intensely in you. The words get stolen from your throat. It’s perfect. Albedo’s perfect.
Your eyes well up with tears of pleasure, threatening to roll back again at how good he’s making you feel. The overwhelming pleasure takes over your whole body, and all you can think of is the man using you to get off. His name. His face. His lips. His cock.
Never once has Albedo made you cry in sex, this is a new thing.
Just like how, in this new position, you get to see every single detail. By that, you mean every single detail. The way his tip disappears into your hole, followed by his base. Like your pussy is swallowing him up, and granting him a blessing of the white creamy ring around his shaft. Then, your half-lidded eyes drift up, catching a wondrous sight of his expression, scrunched brows, angry and very horny.
And, he seems to catch you staring at him. So, he stares down at you, and… bites you down on the thigh, but he’s not just done yet- he swirls his tongue around your naked skin, filling the room with wet slurps from his mouth.
You don’t know how it manages to make you clench hard on his cock, but it just does. Seeing him molesting your skin, dragging his tongue everywhere on your body… It’s very erotic, and the sounds of your wet squelches only lead you to flush deeper in the face.
Albedo enjoys it. Of course, he does.
So, he intentionally slows down his pace, only deciding to roll his hips at a tortoise speed, which fuels you with madness. “‘Bedo, p-please… Move!”
“Pardon, my love?”
Having no more dignity to preserve, you turn to him frantically, revealing your tearful eyes and reddened face, as you beg in front of him, “F-Fuck me hard, 'Bedo! P-Please, fasTERR— mmHFUCK!”
Seeing your messed-up face is somehow the last straw for Albedo to lose his grip on the last string of humanity. It might be your first time crying during sex, but it's also Albedo's first time seeing you cry during sex. Perhaps, those random novels that he read when he was bored were right. If you never try, you never know. And he's holding a heart full of gratitude, because the crystal tears that well up in your eyes while he's balls deep inside you, is the most provocative thing he's seen in his whole life. He swears, his cock twitched.
He manages to thrust even faster than before, frantically slamming his hips straight into your cunt, his balls slapping against the entrance of your warm heat, while he unleashes his frustration into you. Your hole inhales him right in, morphing and shaping itself into the ideal mould only for his cock to bury in.
The four walls echo endlessly with burning lust, the sounds of his cock abusing your wet, sloppy cunt. It overpowers your voice effortlessly, you can't even hear your own moans anymore when all is just:
Fwop. Fwop. Fwop.
“Say it… Say that you are going to tease me again,” Albedo’s lips press against your leg in the air, as he, too, starts breaking apart into moans.
You mewl in delight when he grazes upon your sweet, sensitive spot again, “N-No! Mm-mmmh! ‘M not g-gonna do it again- haaahh~!”
“Good.”
His groans become music to your ears, eyebrows furrowed, sweat dripping down his abdomen, and every hammer of his hips grows more rapid, ferocious and clumsy, like he’s just thrusting straight into your hole without a thought in his head, only lust controlling his actions. Which is unlike Albedo.
You decide that he’s nearing his orgasm, just like how you feel a rising ache building up in your core.
All of a sudden, he pushes your leg further up his shoulder, letting it helplessly dangle in the air while he tests the limits of your flexibility. He's basically folding you in half for his own advantage, apathetic towards your limbs. Your breath hitches. It hurts, it hurts. But god, you are floating in paradise in merry.
Albedo, your sweet, sweet Albedo, resumes fucking his hard cock into you, hitting your sweet spot every time, making sure that every part of you feels his length, his veins, his tip, driving forcefully into your spongy walls.
“I- ‘Bedo— ‘m feelin’ hhahhmggh~♡ s-so… aaahn— so c-close~♡!” Your words slur when your drooling tongue sticks out of your mouth from the overwhelming pleasure. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, toes clenching into a desperate arch as your insides get warmer.
An erotic expression being worn on your face sends electricity straight to Albedo's dick, and he twitches inside you. He loves it. He loves this.
“H-Haahh…” He squints his eyes, head thrown back slightly as he lets out a shaky breath. His golden locks are dishevelled, sweat is sticking to his forehead and every part of his naked body. Truly a rare sight to behold for the alchemist. Yet, his eyes are filled with intense concentration and eagerness, nearly fluttering close when you clench particularly hard onto him.
The sight of his cute submissive girl, moaning needily on his throbbing cock, as he drills into her.
This is the reason for life, Albedo thinks.
His adrenaline goes off peak, and there's the tingling feeling surging in his groin. The sensation pushes his hips to rut against you rabidly, feeling your walls clamp down on him desperately. The way you always, always drink him all in. His hips buck upwards on instinct, and he lets out a low, ragged moan. The grip he has on your thigh grows painful until it bruises a dark purple, clutching onto your flesh like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.
Albedo loses himself in it, and if it weren’t for his hold, you would be collapsing from the utter force and drive of his hips. Now, your body has gone numb from staying in the same gruelling position for too long, and you’re just completely relying on Albedo’s super strength to keep you standing. Surprisingly, not a single inch of trouble is seen in those eyes of his. He grasps onto your body with a bruising grip, like you are a trophy that will run away if he doesn't have his hands on you.
“Oh fuck— fuck!” The table creaks with another frantic shove of his cock, and you swear, it might break by the time Albedo is finished with you. However, the heat in your stomach gets too intolerable, your head ends up getting thrown back in ecstasy, while the breath gets knocked out of your lungs. Even your vision begins to blur. You know you're nearly at the edge.
But oh, you are crying. Tears rolling down your cheeks but you're not even sad, you're crying because it feels too good. Albedo's cock is making you feel so, so good. A sign that you're completely ruined, destroyed, demolished by Albedo, and you are so, so grateful for it. Him, fucking your brains out until you even forget your own name, and his has become the mantra that repeats in your head.
Albedo becomes desperate in chasing for that one euphoric moment again. He doesn’t stop plunging you, hammering your guts, rearranging it to an artistic piece, acting like you’re just a hole for him to fuck and fill up.
He groans, and the low sultry voice of your man steals your breath away, heating your abdomen further, “After today, everyone… everyone in this building will know—”
Albedo never stops. He truly never does.
“—that I was the one fucking into you nice and deep.”
And with one final strong piston of his hips, you’ve already fallen off the edge, seeing stars in your vision as you entrap his cock. The head of his cock goes in deep, mercilessly jamming against the entrance of your womb when he comes, spurting out his release.
“Fuck—” He moans, feeling your pussy spasming within, as the weight of his body drops forward to your sweat-stained skin. His hips jitter while his cock pulsates inside your tight cunt, flooding your insides with his heavy, thick, white ropes of cum.
Your body trembles with his, mouth hanging by a pin as you catch your breath. Both of you take time to bask in the waves of pleasure.
Perhaps, you really did overdo your teasing the whole week, because Albedo is taking a long time to finish shooting his load inside you.
Your weak body barely registers everything anymore, not even when his lips land on yours, drawing you to a gentle, soft kiss. His hips languidly roll into you, feeling his own cum sloshing in your cunt, as he continues to pump you full with another round of his hot seed, filling you up completely after being pent-up for the whole week.
You feel so full, more full than all the other times Albedo has gotten intimate with you. Every violent spurt of his hot semen inside you is almost physically felt.
And when he pulls back from the kiss, you see your boyfriend again, your Albedo, the sweet version, smiling at you.
“I might have overdone it, my love. I apologise,” He says, as he gives you multiple pecks across your face, not bothering about your sweat or dried tears.
“Mmmh, you came so much…” You whine against his lips, lazily moving your body across the desk. He notices how his papers have either gotten stained with your sweat, or scattered across his room.
So, this is what it’s like for him to lose control…
Albedo feels bad, but he knows that you’ve enjoyed it, because even though he has been aggressive all this time, deep inside, he still cares for your well-being, and ensured that you’ve been comfortable with it. If there’s even a slight sign of you being emotionally or physically affected, he would have stopped everything in a heartbeat.
To bring it to an end, Albedo enjoys the last few seconds of his cock being buried against your cervix, before finally deciding to sheathe his cock from your pussy, trying his best to ignore how you’re still clenching onto him, like you’re unwilling to let go of the pleasure he’s given you.
And, when he does pull out, the sight is obscene.
With his cock stopped being the plug, the juices inside you begin to spill out all at once, thick white cum, his cum dripping down your thighs, with some even leaving wet stains on his floorboards.
Usually, he will worry about the difficulties of cleaning it off, but somehow, today, it’s weirdly… Erotic.
“‘Bedo… Um… ‘Bedo?”
“Yes, my love?”
“Are you… turned on again?”
“Pardon?”
He instinctively looks down, and oh, oh yeah. His cock, glistening wet, is fully erect again, twitching and jerking, leaking non-stop of pre-cum like it’s ready to go another round.
Then, Albedo fakes a cough, and looks up to meet your eager expression. Instantly, it clicks, and he knows what it means.
The alchemist takes a few steps forward towards your panting body, perfectly spread out on the desk, just for him. He lets his fingers run across your thighs, your waist, and your hips, taking in the beauty of his only love.
He relishes the sounds of your quiet mewls, your fragile body stirring in his arms, when his spent cock rubs against your swollen entrance. So wet, and so welcoming, like you are just made to warm up his cock.
“My dearest, would you mind…”
Albedo’s throbbing cock effortlessly glides inside your warm cunt like water, stuffing the earlier leaking cum back into your pussy, eliciting a drawn-out moan from your lips.
“Enlightening your boyfriend even longer?”
And that’s how you find yourself on his desk again, legs spread out wide like a platter of dessert, while Albedo shallowly thrusts in and out of you, succumbing to his desires of more, more, and more of you.
The sun sets, and the two of you have forgotten about the perception of time, especially Albedo, who continues dumping loads after loads, cock still hard, no matter how many times he’s filled you up. The office becomes a complete mess, but he can’t seem to care, gaze only pinned on his loved one, as he eases his thick length back into your twitching body, coaxing you into yet another orgasm. You don't know how many times you have heard him murmur beside your ear, 'just one more' in a desperate tone, while he fucks his seed back into you, letting the excess drip down your thighs. You can only tiredly nod at his words that easily tug at your soft heart.
But it’s alright.
Albedo always knows how to take care of you.
Always.
You thank whoever created him, because this is the best, absolute best fucking sex of your life.
╰┈➤ ･₊˚ʚ 𝚂𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 : asking him to make out with you but it's his first time, now what type of partner would you be for not guiding him through it?
╰┈➤ ･₊˚ʚ 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜 : top!reader, bottom!char, blowjob, oral (m!receiving), making out, virgin!char, experienced!reader, no use of y/n, use of pet names, no beta we die like my grandma, english isn't my first language, first time writing smut, not proofread
╰┈➤ ･₊˚ʚ 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : smut
"Baby at least just consider it..." You pleaded with your boyfriend who's currently laying next to you, "pleasee?" After a moment of hesitation, he finally spoke. "Fine.." You felt a surge of joy after hearing his reply, "But I'm not quite experienced with how this.. works." He added, you chuckled at his response and swiftly got on top of him, pinning him down the mattress. "Don't worry about it cutie, I'll make sure to take good care of you tonight."
You pressed your lips against his and forcefully made your way into his mouth with your tongue, while you move one of your hands onto his chest to lift his shirt up, showing his lean figure. You started playing with his nipples using your other hand, making him moan into your mouth in the process. Then you aimed for his neck, then to his chest— biting down hard till it turns purple. You pulled away and got up, asking him to take off his pants including his boxers, revealing his long and slender dick with a rosey pink tip. You're quite surprised with the fact that your own boyfriend is packing a literal giant beneath those pants, regretting how you never bothered to ask him about doing this back then.
After asking him to sit down on the bed, you quickly positioned yourself in between his thighs and deliberately started licking his cock up and down in a teasing manner, while also placing his hand onto your hair, "s-stop teasing..." He mumbled, as the grip on your hair stiffened. "Shh, just relax pretty boy." You switched to using your mouth and started stroking his cock using your left hand, making him whimper even further, you could hear his breath going faster and faster—at the same time sense that he's getting closer to his climax, his grasp tightening even more than before."F-fuck I'm gonna—" he instinctively pushed your head down— not even giving you enough time to react—resulting to you swallowing most of his cum, some of them spilling since it was too much for you to engulf. It was a wave of saltiness with a bit of bitterness embedded inside of it.
"Shit— baby are you okay?" He asked with a hint of concern in his tone, "It's okay I'm fine." You answered, standing up and then pulled him down the bed with you. "So.. How was it?" You felt a bit anxious waiting for his reply, "it was alright." He responded while gazing at you. "Just alright?! You're not even gonna compliment my efforts??" You sat up, with your back faced against him. "Sweetheart you know I was just kidding right?" He also sat up and hugged you from behind. "It felt amazing for my first time." You turned around and kissed him again, wrapping your arms around him. "So, you wanna shower with me or?" You pulled back, "I don't see why not." He pecked at your nose.
╰┈➤ ･₊˚ʚ 𝚊/𝚗 : hi I'm so sleep deprived to the point I had to rush the end so I'm highk sorry for that also reblogs r appreciated!
hi there!! can i request an albedo nsfw hcs where albedo once revealed to the reader that he has extremely high sex drive, so the reader is willing to be his fuck buddy and now he's fucking them almost anytime and anywhere? thank u and have a nice day!!
-: a genius' secret :-
feat. albedo
genre. smut with lots of plot unfortunately (and fluff)
summary. albedo finds out he’s addicted to sex, more specifically he’s addicted to you
warnings. afab reader, gn pronouns, usage of (y/n), somnophillia, reader is friends with sucrose, talk of love and feelings and shit, passionate sex, hand holding, no foreplay (don't do this shit irl), no protections (don't do this shit either), albedo cums in reader
authors note. this idea is actually so good thank you anon i could kiss you for this, real quick note that they DO end up lovers. wasn’t sure if you were ok with that or not because you didn’t specify so i took a little creative liberty :)
albedo has never really been one to care about things such as sexual intercourse or romantic chemical reactions, despite his curiosity for the world and thirst for knowledge he hasn’t really had a thirst for other people or their fluids.
however you were unlike all other humans, in albedo’s eyes you seemed to shine brighter than the stars and your laughter was clearer then everyone else’s. eventually this shifted into the curiosity of getting intimate with you.
albedo is no fool, he’s a grown man and not to mention one of the smartest men in teyvat. of course he knows about sex, he actually knows more about it then you expect. he knows much more than just the basic birds and bees, no no this alchemist knows all the right theoretical spots to bring pleasure to anyone. he just didn’t ever feel the need to try it out.
after you came into the picture this changed, albedo began to want to experiment with this suddenly interesting idea of sexual relationships and what that meant. so he decided to bring this to your attention.
you were shocked to hear that he wanted to have sex, even more so shocked that he did lots of proper research into making that if he at least didn’t find it satisfactory that you would. so naturally because he was very compelling (and very hot) you agreed.
the first time you two did it was in his lab, he had cleared out space and cleaned down the counter tops all for you. he wanted to make sure that this experience was in as controlled of an environment as it possibly could be, he made sure sucrose and timeous were out of the situation as well.
the first time you were nervous, not so nervous for the “having sex with albedo” part as you were sure he’d be fine and considering it was his first time you didn’t expect him to be great. no, you were worried about yourself. what if you weren’t good enough? what if he found that he just wasn’t turned on by you? what if in the worst case scenario you ruined the concept of sex for him?
well regardless of your worries none of them mattered as you two had the best sex of your life that day, albedo was right when he said he knew what he was doing and despite your concerns about being good enough albedo was absolutely enamored with you.
he thought that one time was amazing and before actually doing it he thought he’d only need that one time and one time alone, oh boy was he wrong. he enjoyed himself so much that all of the sudden he couldn’t keep it together when you were around!
it would appear that no matter what you do albedo would find himself unfocused and needy when in your presence, so he decided he should probably confront you about it.
when he told you it was surprising, though you didn’t really mind. albedo was a very attractive man and to say he was fantastic in bed would be an understatement, so you reassured him that nothing was wrong and that you would be happy to have sex with him anytime if he needed it.
biggest. mistake. ever. kinda.
you thought he would “have a high sex drive” as in maybe fuck 4-5 days of the week with short sessions or one round but you were wrong, poor you can’t catch a break and your muscles are now always sore :(
no, albedo is reserved and calm but dear god is that man a horn dog. for a month straight you kept track of how often you two had sex and it was almost every single day… FOR A WHOLE MONTH!
before you knew it you and albedo had become extremely accustomed to each other and had fucked in almost every corner of mondstadt, from his lab to the knights of favonious headquarters and everywhere in between.
at this point you knew each other like the back of your hands, he abuses the spongy soft spot in your walls that makes you see stars when he applies just a little pressure with his index finger and you abuse his sensitive porcelain neck that makes him go harder when you swirl your tongue in a star shape on it.
despite his usually calm and quiet self he’s quite loud in bed, constant heavy breathing and moans fill your ears and considering how heavenly his normal voice is his moans are like music from the gods.
he lasts a long time too, at first it was only one to two rounds but as it built up over time he was able to go for hours and hours. sometimes he’d wake you up to have sex as the sun rises and seeing the sunrise with albedo deep in your walls was like getting into heaven only much more sinful.
his favorite place to have sex is at your house, where there’s no one around and you can comfortably fuck wherever you wanted whether that be the bedroom or kitchen table.
albedo is all about cleaning up his messes though, any fluids you got anywhere would be clean that be your sheets or your countertops and sometimes he’d even use chemicals to erase your prints.
this fuckbuddy situation was so life changing that you’ve even considered dating albedo, not only is the man good in bed but he’s sweet and gentle. only in bed does he get more rough but even then it’s just the right amount.
who knows maybe one day albedo will be more than fuck buddy to you. (he already wants more with you.)
eventually you realize that you actually want more with albedo, of course you still want to have amazing mind blowing sex but you also want to hold him close and listen to him sing as he plays with your hair.
you of course start freaking out realizing this and decide the best way to go about the situation is to avoid albedo entirely! why tf would you do that.
you normally see each other every day whether that be because you drop off food to sucrose during lab hours or you run into each other at the knights headquarters, there’s plenty of reasons you see each other often.
so naturally the only thing you can do is choose to completely change your daily schedule to accommodate your ignorance of albedo, you send klee to drop off food for sucrose and you work from home as to avoid the knights headquarters.
this goes on for a solid 3 days before albedo worries, now he was already worried by day 2 but decided to wait in case you were thinking of coming out yourself and explaining the situation which you ended up not doing.
so albedo goes to your house after finally finishing his shift at the lab, he’s honestly quite tired and would love to go home and drink a cup of tea while reading but this is much more important to him.
he knocks gently at your door, for once in his life he finds himself growing anxious at the realization that you might be avoiding him. did he do something wrong? maybe you were sick of having sex with him? maybe you had found someone else… oh god please no anything but that.
albedo can feel his saliva thickening at the very thought that you had moved on from him despite the two of you not actually being together, lost in his thoughts he ends up staring at the floor when suddenly the door flies open.
you stand there before him utterly in shock and yet when albedo makes eye contact with you he can’t help but feel his “heart” beat even faster then before.
you look an utter and complete mess with your hair unbrushed and only wearing a shirt and shorts you threw on last minute to open the door, you don’t have any makeup on and your skin hits the cold winter air making you tense up.
but to albedo none of that matters, all that matters is that you’re right there in front of him and you look better than you ever have.
“a-albedo…. what are you doing here?”
“where have you been the past few days, i’ve been worried sick are you okay?”
albedo is speaking fast and with more emotion in his voice than you’ve possibly ever heard from him, you realize the effect you’ve had on him and start to feel guilty.
you begin to sweat and trip over yourself explaining, stuttering and mumbling you fidget with your hands and can’t seem to look albedo in the eyes
without warning he lightly places his hands on your wrists, you look up to find him with the same expression as always but you feel like there’s a tinge of relief in his eyes.
“may i come in?”
you stumble on your words once again as you sloppily invite him into your home and close the door behind you with a confused look on your face.
he grabs your arm and leads you to the couch, being careful not to pull too harshly. as he’s sitting the two of you down his hands don’t leave yours and you feel your face warm up at the thought.
“(y/n), do you have feelings for me?”
what the—how did he get it that fast? your jaw drops open and you struggle to find the words to answer.
"i—well... i mean— wha.. what are you trying to imply? i mean honestly, what kinda question is that..?" you stumble through the sentence nervously, trying to shift the blame onto him.
albedo listens carefully, waiting for the right moment to say something as you fumble with your words.
“i have feelings for you as well.”
you keep rambling and trying to excuse yourself and without even noticing you completely ignored what albedo had said, sighing albedo just looked at you and leaned in to kiss you.
mid rambling you freeze when you realize albedo's lips are on yours, and you inevitably melt into the kiss, having missed him more than you realized.
"'bedo.." you mumble against his lips, and you can feel him smile into the kiss.
"yes, love?" he says, pulling away ever so slightly, just enough to rest his forehead against yours as he waits for you to ask whatever was important enough to interrupt your moment.
"can we please have sex now?" you all but whine, looking at him with puppy dog eyes, to which he can only chuckle and comply with your wishes
albedo leads you to the bedroom and gently lays you down on the soft sheets, he climbs on top of you and moved your hair out of your face with a slight smile grazing his lips
he kisses you again, this time more lightly and you can feel the sincerity on hips lips. he’s holding himself above you so carefully and only pushing onto you a little bit to avoid crushing you
you giggle at the way his mouth tickles the nape of your neck, he slowly kisses along and looks up occasionally to see how you react with a glint of mischief in his beautiful cerulean eyes
before you know it albedo is tugging at your clothing and trying to pry them off at an almost slow pace, you help him and wiggle out of your garments as you feel up his arms and cup his face
it isn’t long before your lips meet his again only this time you take the lead and put more fire into the kiss, you let out a hum and albedo groans at the way you slip your tongue into his mouth with little hesitation
soon you find yourself practically clawing at each other, groping and squeezing and hurriedly pulling at albedos clothes
he finally get the memo that you want something more rough than what he had in mind and he pushes you back onto the bed as he begins to unbuckle his belt
you lay on the bed trying your best to look seductive, giving albedo bedroom eyes and pulling your lips between your teeth, your eyes sparkling with anticipation
and albedo notices this, he sees what you’re doing and it’s driving him absolutely wild. you’re just so sexy and he can’t help but be in awe at how you’re finally all his for certain
albedos belt slips off and so does his boxers as he leans down to your figure and begins lapping his tongue all over your chest, making eye contact the whole time as he circles his tongue around your sensitive buds
you whine at the feeling, pawing at him to just put himself in you. he laughs at your pathetic attempt to get him to do something but regardless he lines himself up with your walls and pushes in, you moan at the way he stretches you out and your back arches off the bed
albedo is trying to hold himself back a bit, kneading at the sheets to calm himself and find some sort of semblance of self control
when he bottoms out he lets out a deep sigh, almost as if he’s been waiting for this moment for 3 whole days. he waits patiently for you to give him the ok to move, unsure of how long i5 would take to adjust to him since it had been longer than usual without him
once you nod at him he pulls back slowly to make sure you can feel every inch of his perfectly thick and veiny cock, he hisses through his teeth before slamming back into you
you throw your head back and whimper at how deep he is, he fits your velvety walls so perfectly and you can swear he’s kissing your cervix
leaning down to your ear he picks up speed and wrap his arms around your waist, lifting your back up slightly off the mattress
“hnnngg you feel so good, fuck you’re so warm”
you shiver at the breath next to your ear, you can’t help but roll your eyes back at how amazing this position is
albedo on top of you with his arms wrapped around you and your wall wrapped around him, you couldn’t ask for anything better
he keeps pushing into you at a steady pace, his cock hitting that spongy spot that’s making you see stars. it’s like he keeps getting deeper with every thrust and you can’t do anything but moan at the feeling of being filled to the brim with a man more perfect than the sunset over dragonspine
“archons—albedo-ah!”
he lets a groan next to your ear, opting to start sucking on your neck to avoid being too loud. you mewl at the way he suckles perfectly on your sweet spot and oh how his tongue laps at your skin makes you so so weak
he slowly lays you back down on the bed, removing his arms from around your waist which causes you to let out a sound of dissatisfaction before gasping when he slips his hands into yours and pins them on the sides of your head
“you’re mine—mine, all mine”
his pace is practically animalistic and he’s almost growling at you, you’ve never seen him this primal and it makes you tighten around his thick cock
you start to feel your stomach tighten as the familiar buildup of your high arrives, you try your best to warn albedo with anything, words or sounds, yet you struggle to even get anything out because you’re in suck a daze of how amazing this feels
but not to worry, albedo knows. he knows by the way you tremble underneath him and how your gummy walls grip onto him like a vice, he lifts his head from your neck and crashes his lips into yours
it’s sudden and rough but albedo doesn’t care, all that matters to him right now is shoving his tongue in your mouth and being surrounded by your warmth
“c-cumming! bedo!!”
you can’t help it when your orgasm hits you so hard you feel like a freight train just slammed into you, the feeling takes over your entire body and you can’t seem to find words to come out of your mouth
arching your back from the bed and squeezing albedo’s hands you manage to not pass out while having one of the best orgasms of your life
and albedo is right there with you, he moans into your mouth he pushes his hips as far as possible into yours and rocks them back and forth gently when he finally starts to come down from his own high
after catching your breaths and staring at each other you both smile and you open your arms to him, he gladly embraces you and without words the two of you fall asleep together
unfortunately for your neighbor mona she happened to hear…. well. everything.
