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The scent of her cherry chapstick swirled together with the bubblegum she was chewing, creating such a sickly sweet smell it made my head swim.
His glossy red lips formed a crooked smile at the sight of my repulsion.
This could be funkobra (he/she fun ghoul)
a new side of him.
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characters: thoma, reader
summary: you’re quite busy with work and thoma has gotten sick of missing you.
content warnings: female!reader, breasts are referred to as tits once, thoma refers to the reader as ‘my girl’ once, thoma edges you first then overstimulates you, light choking, thoma is mentioned to be a service dom, he gets somewhat mean towards the end, mocking dom thoma because i’m a whore for him
as always let me know if there are any other warnings to be added and enjoy!
“welcome, my love!” thoma’s cherry voice greeted you before you even made your way in and you couldn’t help but smile. all your exhaustion and agitation from a long work day melted into adoration whenever he greeted you like this, as though you coming home to him was the best part of his day. “let me.” thoma said as soon as he spotted the stacks of paper in your hands and he helped you put them down neatly, allowing you a chance to rest your sore back.
he only faced you once all your outerwear had been removed, his pearly whites on display. “welcome home.” he greeted once again, quieter and much, much more intimate this time. his gaze took you in with leisure, like time had frozen to allow the both of you this moment. you let him, a smile mirroring his on your lips.
he leant in to press his lips against you- a peck turned into two, then three, until it stopped being pecks and became a kiss that had you gasping and whimpering into his mouth. thoma relished into the little sounds you made and you relished in his presence, his touch taking away all of the stress, a breath of fresh air.
you only broke apart when a wind blew away your stacks of paper, a curse muttered under your breath as you rushed to collect them. thoma, the gentleman he was, helped you organise them into a neat stack again, though he didn’t let you go to your office (the place you spent the most of your time recently). “i’m really sorry.” you said, giving him a peck on his lips as bribe so he’d let you go. it had never failed you so far, so your surprise was understandable when his hand remained steady on your hip and a frown began to form on his pretty face. perhaps appeasing him would work better? “i missed you too, i really do. but i should look over these toni-“
“no.”
“what?” you blurred out, not quite able to comprehend that your sweeter than honey, understanding boyfriend had just interrupted you like that.
“i said, no.” he repeated for you and seeing him with a frown was quite the strange sight. he tended to make that expression when something didn’t go his way, but that usually happened during housework or when he was running an errand. not to you. “you say this every day. i want some of your time now.” he pulled you in, pushing the door shut with his free hand so he could trap you against it. when you opened your mouth to explain as much as you’d love to spend time, it was best for you to finish this as soon as possible-
he simply shushed you, the frown on his face finally melting into a smile at your surprised expression. it would be weirder if you weren’t surprised, thoma had always been beyond accommodating and patient. he leant in, his hand on your hip made it’s way into your shirt and you shivered at his touch on your bare skin. he was so close, yet he didn’t kiss you. “i miss you.” he whispered against your lips and it was oh so tempting to just kiss him, though your work for the day remained on your mind and in your sight. thoma clicked his tongue once he realised what you were looking at, only to lean in even closer than before, his breath ghosting over your neck. “let me have you all to myself tonight, my starlight.”
his lips brushed against your skin with each syllable and you felt the way your body heated up, reacting to his touches and betraying your mind. you could indulge yourself a little… it wouldn’t kill you to finish the rest tomorrow, right?
wait. what were you thinking? your team was on a tight schedule and although you had finished your work for the day you really needed to get a head start for tomorrow if you wanted to get done by the deadline, and-
all thoughts froze when thoma whispered a needy “please.” into your ear. his voice had that sweet, sweet tone he used whenever he tried to coax something out of you, and it worked every single fucking time. this was no exception and thoma knew it too, chuckling softly when your body melted against his. “thank you.”
he lifted you up before you could change your mind, hurried steps leading to your bedroom. he ignored your surprised yelp (for the most part, at least. you could see the way he grinned) you thought about protesting, to ask to be let down but it felt.. quite nice, to be pampered like this. it really had been a while.
he only put you down once he reached the bed and even then he was gentle, like handling a doll. he took a moment then, his gaze heavy as it roamed all over your body. all of your clothing was on, so why did you feel so exposed now?
“you’re gorgeous.” he said finally, his knuckles brushing against your cheeks as a fond smile made it’s place on his lips. they trailed down to your jaw, then your neck- and his fingers wrapped around your throat as he continued, his sweet tone becoming predatory. “and all mine.“ his grip on your neck tightened until you grabbed onto his wrist, though you also didn’t know whether you wanted him to continue or let go.
“tonight is about you, so what should we do?” he asked and his voice was back to it’s cheery tone, had you imagined the desire in his eyes a moment ago? “come on now, pay attention to me. i rarely get you all to myself.”
you looked at his eyes, not sure what to say when he put you on the spot like that. he was the one that begged to spend time with you! you didn’t even have making out with him in mind when you came home. though he clearly did. “what did you have in mind?”
“trust me,” he said and there was that predatory look on his face again. “you don’t want to know.” he didn’t let you ponder his words, skilful fingers popping off your buttons easily. he didn’t let you take off the shirt though, even as he moved onto your pants. so there you were, laid beneath him in only underwear and a shirt. he leant in, giving every inch of skin kisses until he made his way up to your neck from your navel. his hand kept you steady, not letting you squirm away from his touch even the slightest bit. you were at his complete mercy.
“i fear if i tell you all of my fantasies about you, then you’d run away from me..” his voice had dropped lower and you trembled with anticipation at his words. thoma had always been a gentleman, not that you minded, but seeing a new side of him was quite exciting. he continued to kiss his way around your neck, grazing his teeth at that sensitive spot to make you whimper.
“tell me.” you pleaded as you buried your hand in his hair and tugged, a surge of adrenaline rushing through you at his bitten back hiss. you pulled him up, a silent way of asking for a kiss, and the sweet, ever kind thoma gave in to your request.
a trail of spit remained between the two of you when he pulled back, ever the messy kisser he was. “i wish to tie you up.” he whispered as his hand reached to your sex, teasingly running a finger over the cloth soaked with your juices. “and cover your eyes, so you’re completely at my mercy. you’d have to take whatever i give to you…” even simply recounting it seemed to get him excited, for you could feel the way he throbbed against your thighs. he massaged your sex, making a mess of your underwear as he smeared your juices all over it. “would you let me ruin you?” he asked through gritted teeth as he rutted against your thighs and you sobbed out a moan at the way he increased the pressure on your clit.
“y-yes!” you whimpered and thoma laughed at your desperation. he rubbed against your sex, your underwear soaked to the point that it made no difference. he didn’t even pull it aside though, instead he teasingly tried to push into your hole through them. “please..” you whined, though he preferred to interpret your words his own way.
“whenever you get so busy at work, i think of you being my stay at home partner… all you’d have to do is be pretty for me and let me fuck you whenever. doesn’t that sound delightful, hm?” thoma continued and your cunt throbbed, and you could tell he noticed as he brushed his knuckles along your slit. “i’d take such good care of you… fuck, all you have to do is be my toy.”
hearing his selfish desires for you lit a fire inside. you couldn’t help but imagine it as he spoke, the way thoma would bend you over the nearest space whenever he felt like it and empty himself into you. “th-thoma…” you moaned, the perverted fantasy making another wave of slick drip out of you. he leant down now, looking straight into your eyes as he breathed in the scent between your thighs.
you couldn’t look away as he breathed over your still clothed (if it could be called that, your panties were absolutely ruined) sex and a whimper fell out of your lips when he licked a stripe over it. your reaction alone caused him to bite back a moan and he palmed himself over his pants, and only then did you realise that although you’ve been undressed for the most part all his clothes remained.
he didn’t let you think about that, his lips attaching to your clit and sucking on it through the fabric. your back arched off the bed, desperately searching for more friction and pushing yourself against his mouth. he took it in a stride, gently pushing you down back on the bed so he could continue to toy with your clit, still refusing to let you take off your underwear. you buried your hands in his hair and then his face between your legs, the pleasure making you cry out.
still, it wasn’t enough. it was oh so close, yet thoma didn’t give you what you needed, keeping you just on the edge as he continued to toy with you until tears welled up in your eyes and you were squishing him between your thighs. he was all too happy to be there, eagerly lapping up all your juices.
he kept going for what felt like hours. if he just sucked a little harder, you would be able to bring yourself to orgasm- but he didn’t even let you try. the occasional groans were the only sound he made, and even that only happened when you tugged on his hair too roughly. “please, please, please!” you pleaded, tears rolling down your cheeks now and he hadn’t put even his fingers in you yet. “i want to cum, please please please-“
“anything you want, my love.” was all he said before he finally, finally pulled off your underwear and actually touched you. it was humiliatingly easy for not one but two of his fingers to slide inside you, his lips remaining attached to your clit as he sucked and licked like a starved man. he scissored his fingers aside, and you knew it was intentional the way he avoided that spot inside of you, instead touching all around it.
you pulled on his hair, a warning for him to behave, and he obeyed this time. his fingers finally touched that soft spot inside of you and you came with a loud cry. he continued to finger you throughout your orgasm, and after that, even as you trembled with overstimulation and tried to push his head away.
he drank your juices, eyes half-lidded as he stared at you. seeing him like that, positioned between your legs got you to the edge again and you tried to pull away from his touch.
he didn’t let you, forcing you into another orgasm before you properly came down from the first. he used the opportunity to slide in a third finger inside of you, though you barely realised, focused only on the blinding pleasure he gave you. “e-enou-“ you sobbed out, unable to even utter a single word as thoma pushed his fingers inside of you with an even more intense pace. you were too sensitive already and you tried once again to push him away. it was too much and the line between pain and pleasure was now blurry, though so was everything.
“enough?” he laughed against your cunt, letting himself admire the mess you had become for him. “you wanted to cum, didn’t you? i’m giving you what you wanted, sweetheart. have you gotten so stupid that you don’t even remember what you asked of me?” you couldn’t comprehend his words, only the sweet, sweet tone of his voice making it through the haze of your brain.
it was hard to think of anything else but the way he coaxed out orgasm after orgasm from you, a toy at his mercy he had made you in. you didn’t even remember how many it had been by the time he let you go, your body dropping back on the sheets like a puppet without strings. you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him as he put his fingers covered with your cum into his mouth, cleaning them off with the expression of a puppy that got a treat. the lower half of his face was also covered in your juices and most likely his saliva, though it was impossible to tell now. “now now,” he taunted, a cheeky grin on his smart mouth. “don’t look at me like that.”
“li-“ you coughed, throat now sore with all the work it had to do, all because of thoma. “like what?”
“like i’ve tired you out already.” he said and you couldn’t help but stare at how much face he had. you didn’t bother to give him a response, trying to recover from all the orgasms. still, you couldn’t help the way you arched into his hand when he ran a finger between your folds. “see? even if your mouth says you’re tired, your cunt says otherwise.”
“i really don’t think i can cum again…” you said, though your hips bucked against his hand. you hoped he’d have some mercy on you, your poor cunt had been abused plenty by him already.
(a part of you wanted him to take you with no regard for your protests and your pleasure.)
“well, if you say so.” you felt… disappointed, by the way he gave up so easily even though it was to be expected. he was a gentleman after all. but after hearing those fantasies, you thought that maybe-
thoma remained quiet as he helped you drink a cup of water, his hand gently massaging your scalp. he looked beautiful, and serene. the expression of tranquility broke as soon as you put the glass back down at the counter and the soft touch on your scalp became a rough grip. you winced at the sting, eyes blown wide as he tugged you closer, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. just what the hell what was going on?
“i hope you’ll excuse me. i still haven’t came, you see, and i want to do it in your cunt. you’ll be good for me and let me, won’t you?” his voice was sweeter than ever, yet the mocking tone was impossible to miss. “answer me.” he pressed, tugging on your hair harder this time.
“yes!” you cried out, forced to give an answer when he tugged on your hair again and your body was heating up at this rough treatment. “i’ll be a good toy for you.”
this was uncharted territory. thoma had always been a nice man and even nicer one in the sheets, oh so considerate for you, any wish out of your mouth the will of god for him. if you asked for it he’d get a little rougher- whether it be spitting in your mouth or choking you. all of those were your wishes, though.
“that’s my girl.” he cooed at you, letting go of your hair so he could caress your cheeks with the back of his knuckles. the contrast kept you on your toes, the thrill of not knowing when this new, ‘mean’ side of thoma would come out again made your toes curl. “no need to be so tense now…” he whispered, lips brushing against your as he spoke. his fingers traced their way down your body, nails leaving behind red tracks that faded into soon after and a heat that remained. he stopped at your chest, though his attempt to give your breasts a squeeze was blocked by your bra.
you expected him to remove it (or ask you to remove it yourself). instead, he just tugged them out. that was somehow more perverted than either option and you laid there, tits tugged out and panties soaked sheer with your juices beneath your shirt. he groped your chest, squeezing the flesh and toying with your nipples.
he continued down when he got bored, though he barely spent any time with your cunt, only pushing your panties to the side. “ready?” he asked and for a moment your sweet, thoughtful thoma was back. soon as you nodded in confirmation he was gone. he took out his cock and buried himself inside, eliciting a a drawn out moan from the both of you. “your pussy is the best.”
he started pounding into you after that. he didn’t bother to make dirty talk or praise you, only grunts leaving his mouth nor did he play with your clit to make you feel even better. all you had was the way he fucked into you and the bruising grip on your thighs. the biggest difference was the way he didn’t care enough to adjust the angle so he could hit your g-spot. no, he was using you for his pleasure this time.
and it felt so fucking good. the sensitivity from your numerous orgasms prior had mostly worn off (the keyword being mostly) and what remained was enough to make your mind cloudy again. thoma coaxed your jaw open and you stuck your tongue out for him. his fingers made their way into your mouth. he massaged the back of your tongue to toy with your gag reflex and you were drooling all over your tits in no time. “you look so fucking hot.” he groaned and his hips snapped against yours for a couple more strokes before he lost his rhythm, a brief stutter in his pace before he emptied himself inside of you.
that triggered your own orgasm and your eyes shut close as the tremors wrecked through your body.
hihi this isn't a request but I'm just,, thinking about pre-harbinger! scara with long hair,, he's an absolute gentleman who treats you with love and care, the perfect housespouse who will defend you,,,, and even when you both are taken in by fatui and you choose to support him from the sidelines as his secretary but not actually be big part of the fatui's schemes he still treats you with as much love as he did back in the day and is one of the only adults (since he's canonically kind towards children and elderly) he is gentle towards.. probably shows you off like "this is my spouse!! if you dare hurt them I will electrocute you!" anyway yes soft protective scara aaaaaaa
listen. i know this wasn’t a request but i HAD to write it out it’s such a good idea so. here it is i hope you enjoy !!! there will be two posts this one focuses on the backstory and is more about scaramouche’s personality but the other post will be drabbles about his relationship with reader
warnings: gn!reader, his actions could be taken as yandere like behaviour so i’ll include that but that wasn’t my intention. so. spoilers about his backstory, mentions of violence, scaramouche kind of treats the reader like his god so beware if that’s something that can make you uncomfortable
the puppet that fell in love.
the first human emotion he had felt was grief, caused by his creator abandoning him. he was left to wander the world- no purpose, no meaning to his existence. there was no one to teach him how to resemble a human, his off-chance encounters with travellers and adventurers lasting barely a day or two before they too left him.
he learned hatred by himself, aimed at his creator and soon, even to those that stayed by his side. he could not forgive her for abandoning him. so what if she had good intentions? what the hell was freedom good for if he was a puppet without strings? every person he approached, fear of being abandoned again poisoned his entire being until his blade would find his companion’s throat, so that he may at least have a say in how they left him.
the first thing he did with a set goal in mind was infiltrate inazuma again. he whispered carefully constructed lies to people, planted seeds of hate and betrayal, so he could see the downfall of the nation that threw him aside. even if the results weren’t satisfying, the downfall of the raiden gokaden eased enough of his hatred that he could leave without looking back.
his encounter with you was by chance, or perhaps a fated one. perhaps the heavens had decided to deal him good cards this time, an apology for his creation. you were patient and kind- the blood dirtying his hands of the companions he killed weren’t important. your touch was gentle as you cradled his face and wiped his tears, the only remnant of his true nature that had long been worn down by his hatred. you stayed by his side and your hand remained in his, even when his fear of abandonment made him try to push you away.
you didn’t let him. perhaps you heard him wishing to be chased after in his attempts to make you leave, to be wanted just once. your persistence wore down his walls and the third human emotion he learned was love.
and by the heavens, did he love you. his entire being burned with adoration for you, with dedication, with effort, with respect. he revered you more than the god that breathed life into him, more than anything and anyone else. you made him wish to live. he greeted every morning and each breath of air with gratitude, gratitude for your presence that you blessed him with.
your love helped him accept his appearance that he once hated, for resembling the god that created him. his hair that he kept short so he wouldn’t resemble her any further was left to grow and he did not regret it for a single second when you would run your fingers through it in the evenings, a hum on your lips. his heart, that seemed to truly beat for a purpose after meeting you, would clench in his chest as he was overwhelmed by your beauty in such simple moments.
he loved you so much that he was entirely consumed by it, and even then he felt as if it wasn’t enough. you deserved more than he could ever offer you, yet you did not abandon him even as more time passed. you remained by his side, cleaned off the blood on his face after a battle and kissed his hands soiled with slaughter. you accepted his gentleness and the contrasting bloodlust, and he loved you even more for it. this was all that he had ever wished for and more.
the things he’d do for you knew no bounds. although you never asked him for anything outlandish, even if you asked him for the heads of everyone in teyvat he would bring it to you. he would bring down celestia and tear down nations, just for the twitch of a smile on your lips. it scared him sometimes, how far he was willing to go for you- though when his eyes found your face all fears melted away. you deserved it all and more. you deserved the whole universe, and he would give it to you if you so wished.
such dedication easily reflected onto your daily life. he treated you like royalty, you needed not lift a single finger so long as you stayed by his side. he would do it all with a smile on his face, even the busy work and the strenuous tasks and he would not utter a single word of complaint. why would he? you were by his side.
and you remained, even when he decided to join the ranks of the fatui. he was reluctant at first- although the organisation had piqued his interest, he didn’t wish to subject you to the cruelty that came with being part of them and the thought of putting a god before you was simply laughable. whether it was the tsaritsa or his creator, you would remain his priority no matter what happened. you were the anchor that kept him alive, his purpose, the reason for such intense love that threatened to consume him.
even when he joined and rose through the ranks with ease, he refused to let you fully join the organisation’s schemes. such cruelty did not befit your beauty. he wished for your hands to remain unsoiled, of greed and of blood. he gladly took on your part of bloodshed and you let him.
it was easy, to be part of the fatui. he knew hatred best, and it didn’t take much for him to uncover the wrath he had buried deep inside. he was a storm that took the battlefield, with no mercy to whatever dared stand in his path. such a storm became but a gentle wild that caressed your cheeks when it come to you, and his subordinates perhaps feared you more because of this change. if you were able to tame this man, no, beast!.. who knew what this lunatic would do if they pissed you off?
idiots existed everywhere though, even amongst the fatui. rumours of you using your body to seduce him were whispered from ear to ear and it all came to an end when he strode in, with the head of the first person to whisper such bullshit in his hand. he did not need to say anything further. he wasn’t a man of threats, but of promises, and this was enough to make all that valued their life shut up.
enemies with benefits.
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summary: although you only feel anger against him during the day, he’s the only one that can make you feel this good.
warnings: nsfw, somewhat mean zhongli, afab reader, second person pov, overstimulation, fingering (receiving), implied/light dumbification, light degradation (receiving). let me know if there’s anything else to add!
enjoy!
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“i hate you.” you spat out- well, tried to. it didn’t have the aggressiveness to it that you were seeking with the way zhongli pulled gasps and moans out of you, his fingers that were buried deep inside your sopping cunt making it hard to think.
“that must be why you come back crawling to me every time.” he mocked you, the squelching sounds only proving his point. before you could even think about defending yourself he increased the pressure on that soft spot inside of you and you saw stars. your jaw slackened and your back arched- the wanton moan that you let out had your face burning with shame. zhongli knew everything that brought you pleasure, knew how to play you like an instrument and make you sing oh so loudly for him. he knew how to tear your act of disgust for him apart and to break you to the point that he had you so, so addicted to him.
he had ruined you for everyone else. only he could bring you to the heights of pleasure that you experienced every time and he took great pride in that fact. no matter how much your mouth said you hated him, you both knew that he had made you his already. no matter how much you claimed to hate him, no matter how much you spouted profanities at him, at the end of the day you’d be worshipping his cock and begging for more, if you were lucid enough to think. most of the time you couldn’t even comprehend what he was saying, your mind clouded by the orgasms after orgasms he pulled from you.
“you are, fuck, the most infuriating fucker in existence-“ you gasped out, unconsciously reaching out to his hand so you could have even the tiniest little break. unfortunately for you though, zhongli was far more stronger than you were, and that much bigger. even if you pulled on him with all your might you’d not manage to move him an inch.
“oh my. you’re flattering me, starlight.” in fact he seemed even more so encouraged by your hands clutching his wrist, his fingers changing their angle into a more direct one so he could directly abuse your g-spot. your hands on him trembled and when his thumb massaged your clit, you were a goner. you spasmed around his fingers, the rest of your body going slack and even your frown leaving it’s place to a blissfully fucked out expression.
fortunately -or perhaps unfortunately- for you, this was only the beginning. he was merciful enough to give you a few minutes to calm down, though you weren’t sure whether it was due to kindness or because he enjoyed the few seconds he had in which you weren’t snarling at him. you didn’t need to wonder for long as his fingers started moving inside you again, the sensitivity of your climax barely gone with the short break you were given. he didn’t care though, he never did- all he cared about was challenging himself on how many orgasms he could pull out of you this time, how many it’d take for you to be a dumb, pliant little whore that turned into putty in his hands.
“you claim to hate me, and yet your cunt says otherwise.” he looked down at you from above, the only proof of amusement on his face the slightest hint of a smirk on his pretty lips. otherwise he looked bored, as though this was only a chore he had to fulfil. he hadn’t even bothered to shed his coat and he still looked as proper as ever, while you were completely bare in front of him. your legs spread apart, not in an attempt to present yourself but due to him manipulating your body at his will and wasn’t that an embarrassing sight for you? you, who claimed to hate him and whose tongue dropped with venom whenever you spoke, laid in front of him like a good whore, taking him like you were made to be his pretty little toy.
he slipped his fingers out of you and held them in front of the light of the lit candle, your wetness that coated his hand glistening. he looked down back at you, the hint of a smirk on his face broadening into a mocking grin. making sure you were paying attention he spread his fingers and your juices formed a trail between them. “look at how wet you are. do you drip like this for everyone you hate, or am i just an exception?”
his grin, his mocking tone, his unashamed straightforwardness.. “shut the fuck up already.” you snarled and that made him laugh.
“i see you still have some fight left in you. i wonder how many more times i can make you climax before you lose your feistiness... shall we try and break your record from last time?”
an edited version my previous work about albedo feeding you medicine! this prompt in itself was mostly inspired by @dilucsweetheart’s fantastic work titled ‘making out with xiao’ and this version was also edited for him, please check out his works!
enjoy <3
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warnings: light choking, soft nsfw, gender neutral reader, second person pov.
let me know if there any other warnings i should add!
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“i’m back.” xiao announced and you stood up. thank the archons for it didn’t seem like this headache of yours would ease up anytime soon. you were so grateful to have such a doting boyfriend,
you took the cup of water he held out, murmuring a thanks before you took a sip. thanks to his attentiveness you weren’t dehydrated to the point that it’d be hard for you to swallow it without drinking something else first but he knew you were a creature of habit. it made your heart flutter, the way he looked out for you quietly. it really was the little things with xiao that showed you his adoration for you.
you put the cup on an empty surface nearby and took a step further, closing the distance between you two. xiao saw nothing odd about that, your preference for physical contact no mystery to him.
he was surprised however when you didn’t take the pill he offered, the questioning look in his eyes clear as day. you knew him just as well as he knew you. you prayed to the archons to be forgiven for taking advantage of xiao’s naivety- he was just too adorable to resist the urge to tease him.
“will you please help me?” you asked, grabbing his hand that held the little pill and archons, the way the tips of his ears turned red as you took his hand closer and closer to your mouth… it awakened something inside of you. how could you not tease him when he reacted so lovely at the smallest thing?
“help?” he murmured, the light pink tinge to his ears spreading out to the rest of his body in crimson as you parted your lips and stuck out your tongue, just like you did when you were receiving something else of his. he tried to object and avert his gaze but the way you looked at him made it impossible. you knew all the buttons to push and the look in your eyes.. he always told you how he could see the need in your eyes whenever you looked up at him during more intimate moments and you never missed a chance to use that to your benefit.
“are you going to keep me waiting?” you questioned, lightly poking the pad of his finger with the tip of your tongue. he almost jumped, his eyes fixated on the spot that you touched. he was only making it worse for himself by being so cute. “i think you should make sure i swallow. precautions and all that, right?” you used the excuse to grab his other hand and bring it up to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it before he realised what he was doing. creature of habit, just like you.
you guided his fingers to rest in the correct position so he would be able to feel everything, the vibration of your voice and of course, when you swallowed the medicine. his face was still tinted crimson and if you weren’t teasing him in a different way, you’d have asked whether he had a fever. what interested you the most though was the look in his eyes, which had went from flustered and even a little shy to hungry. hungry for you, oh so needy that he played into your little game.
“you’re right.” he concluded and you knew you had won-
you forgot xiao wouldn’t let you win so easily, though.
his hold around your throat tightened momentarily and you let out a gasp, knees going weak. just as well as you knew him, perhaps even more so, he had memorised everything about you. every little spot that made you tremble, every word that had you holding onto him desperately, every little game you liked to play to tempt him.
and tempt him you did.
he dropped the pill on your tongue and tapped your cheek, a sign for you to swallow. so you obeyed, keeping your eyes locked on his as you pretended to swallow something else. you were forcing your luck, you knew, you had already gotten his attention as you wanted. and yet.. you wanted to play a little more.
you knew he felt you swallow it for he closed his eyes for a moment as the pill went down your throat, clearly trying to restrain himself before he took you right there and then.
it didn’t seem to work though for when he opened his eyes once again he looked downright predatory and this time, you were the one flushing beneath his gaze full of desire. did you know what kind of game you were playing, toying with him like that?
“open up.” he said, simple and straight to the point. “i want to make sure you swallowed it and aren’t hiding it somewhere in your mouth.”
so xiao had decided to partake rather than simply playing along.. how kind of him.
you did as instructed, sticking out your tongue once again under the assumption that he’d simply look- which was why you were taken by surprise once you felt two of his fingers in your mouth. he ‘examined’ your mouth, fingers touching every corner to make sure you weren’t ‘hiding the pill’, a poor excuse to hide the fact that he was fucking your mouth with his fingers.
he was uncaring of the drool that threatened to drip out of your mouth, continuing his pretend as he teased you even further. of course he was aware of your obsession with his hands.. why did you even think you’d get away with teasing him like this anyway?
once you realised xiao wasn’t pulling away despite having concluded the examination, you decided it was time to regain the upper hand. you closed your lips around his fingers and sucked on the digits, a soft moan leaving your throat as you did so.
you had always enjoyed having something in your mouth and so had xiao enjoyed putting something in there, so there was nothing surprising about it when his fingers around your throat tightened. “do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he asked you, voice but a murmur now and even though it was barely audible, the arousal in his voice was the loudest thing you’ve ever heard.
he wasn’t expecting a reply and yet you decided to grant him one by swirling your tongue around his fingers, just the way you did when it was his cock between your lips. the gasp he let out sounded painful, like you were torturing him. “enough.” he whispered, taking his fingers out of your mouth so he could kiss you instead.
he used his hand on your throat to pull you closer to him and you went, so willing, so pliant. he tried to be gentle, you could tell but even his self control had its limits and when his tongue pried into your mouth something inside him seemed to snap. his grip around your throat tightened and he swallowed your moan greedily, intent on pulling even more out of you.
even without him cutting off the air flowing into your lungs you would have gotten dizzy with the way xiao kissed you so hungrily, tongue tracing every inch of your mouth and his teeth sinking into your lips. all his responsibilities seemed to be forgotten as he took in all of you and you doubted you’d be able to stay upright if it wasn’t for the tight hold on your throat. even as your eyes grew hazy he didn’t let up, the euphoria of being at his mercy made you throb.
“you are so beautiful.” he murmured against your lips once you tapped him to take a break, even then unable to stay completely away as he continued to peck your lips. “you make me lose all reason.. i need you, please. please let me have you.”
archons, his pleading was so arousing.. the way he spoke of his need for you, as though he’d wither away if he didn’t get his fill of you- it made your heart flutter. even if this wasn’t your intention all along you’d have given in with the way he looked at you, so desperate, so full of adoration and desire.
zhongli, who doesn’t let anything slip even as someone else flirts with you right in front of his very eyes, only an amicable smile plastered on his mouth. he’s patient enough. he will wait until they’re done and then show you why he’s better, charming you like it’s your honeymoon phase once again. a touch that lingers too long on your bottom lip, under the excuse of grabbing a crumb, a heated gaze taking you in.
he’ll tease you, give you the hot and cold treatment until all you can think about is him, him, him. the way his gaze remained on your lips as you spoke, the way his hands stayed on your waist under the guise of leading you through the crowded streets, whose touch burns hot and leaves you feeling it for days.
if that doesn’t work to get your mind off of that suitor.. well. he will surely outlive them, and find you when they’re gone once again.
blue eyed monster.
summary: when kaeya gets a little too friendly with you, diluc can’t help but feel jealous.
content warnings: nsfw, afab reader otherwise gender neutral, choking, thigh riding, prey/predator kink if you squint, making out, diluc mentions collaring you, healthy communication, diluc talks about his insecurities a little, he’s a service dom that’s terrified of hurting you
the title is a joke on the phrase green eyed monster used for jealousy, the green is switched to blue because. kaeya has a blue eye and hes the reason diluc is jealous 😭
enjoy!
tap, tap, tap, tap. diluc wished there was something, anything, he could distract himself with, so long as he didn’t have to look at kaeya all over you. the way he rested a hand on you at all times: whether it be your shoulders, your hands, even your waist once or twice (which you were quick to shut down). and the way he leant in whenever he spoke, lips close enough to almost brush over your ear, no doubt using the excuse of the tavern being too crowded tonight. he was even drinking slower than usual and diluc couldn’t drop by to ‘refresh kaeya’s drink’.
diluc was a patient man. he tried to be at least, which had to count for something. someone chatting you up was nothing new in your life and although it used to be a problem at the beginning of your relationship, he got over his insecurities (for the most part) with your help. it also helped that as time passed and more people realised how serious your relationship was, the amount of suitors decreased dramatically. not many people had the guts or the qualities to even think about competing with diluc ragnvindr of all people, who was monstadt’s most eligible bachelor. if it was riches they offered you, hah. he didn’t even take that seriously. looks? one of the primary reasons he was considered the bachelor in monstadt. carnal pleasures? he satisfied you just fine in that area as well, thank you very much.
his main insecurity was the affection others could offer. once you learned to notice the way he showed his love, the adoration he had for you was apparent, though there was definitely a learning curve for the both of you.
the issue was that diluc had gotten comfortable with not having competition. that didn’t mean he stopped trying to charm you, no. it just meant that he’d forgotten the tightness in his chest and the bitter taste the green eyed monster brought, and he really hadn’t missed it. but there it was now, grabbing at his collar, and the insecurities that he had buried deep inside bloomed once again. kaeya was a natural charmer, unlike him- the men and women alike he left behind with broken hearts would attest to that.
diluc tried to reason his way out of this despicable feeling. there was no reason for him to feel this way, this was just kaeya’s personality. it didn’t mean anything, the way he tucked your hair behind your ear and looked at you like you were the starry night. more importantly you and kaeya had been friends for longer than you and diluc had been together. it would be unfair to you if he felt this way. you loved him and he loved you, and everything was just fine-
all the progress was lost when he saw the way kaeya’s fingers brushed over your bottom lip, with that signature grin etched on his mouth. why the fuck was he touching you like that? alright, he thought, this is getting out of hand. he would just politely ask kaeya to leave, close the tavern for tonight, fuck your brains out and then never ever let you be alone with kaeya again.
none of those things happened, as just when he was walking to your table cyrus asked (yelled) for another round of drinks. the heavens had to be fucking with him, there was no other way to explain such impeccable timing. a deep breath he took, followed by muttered numbers as he counted to try and keep himself grounded.
he was well over hundred by the time he had a chance to glance back at your table. to his relief kaeya seemed to have eased up on the flirting, you were seated an acceptable distance and kaeya’s hands were by his side, for once. diluc let himself relax a little, though his eyes kept straying to your table to make sure kaeya was behaving.
time seemed to fly by when diluc wasn’t as focused on your interactions with the cavalry captain. it was like he blinked and the last customers of the night were trickling out, drunken goodbyes in the air. kaeya also left, though unlike the others that knew to keep to themselves he chose to give you a hug. it took most of diluc’s willpower to swallow the venomous words forming in the back of his throat. it would be unfair to take his anger out on you, when all you had done was be friendly.
the tavern remained quiet while you two cleaned up. the desire to touch you, to kiss the unpleasant moments of today away burned beneath his skin- but responsibilities were responsibilities and he didn’t want to leave the mess of today to whoever had the morning shift.
you wrapped your arms around him as soon as your side was done and slumped, resting all your body weight on him shamelessly. “i missed you.” your voice was muffled by his shirt, but diluc understood what you meant regardless. he gave a brief kiss to your hand before dropping it back down around his waist to let you know he missed you, too.
you had been looking forward to distracting helping your lover at the tavern- but kaeya had managed to steal your focus with the promise of intel. after hours of buttering him up and smiling amicably at (most of) his flirting, you had gotten… a clue. a useful one, though what treasures that location held kaeya hadn’t disclosed.
diluc finished up his own part and you pulled away so he could turn around, finally in his arms in a proper embrace. it was the best thing the heavens could ever grant, to be held by him. despite a busy day he didn’t reek of alcohol or cigars, his coat having absorbed most of the scent. so now, with your face buried in his chest, diluc’s shirt smelled only of him. “i missed you as well.” he said and followed up with a kiss on your forehead, and your nose, then your cheeks. “how was your day?” a peck on your lips distracted you from the answer and you focused on the hot and soft touch of his lips on yours instead. diluc always burned hot, and according to him it was that way before he even got his vision, which only served to amplify it. now he was a human heater.
a heater that couldn’t get enough of you, if the way he chased after your lips was any indication. “tiring.. i had to run around a lot. i was thinking of you the whole time, though. how was your day?” it was impossible to miss the way his face tinged a lovely pink at your words and you couldn’t help but grin.
“it was the same as always. i…” a deep breath. “i was thinking of you too.” you couldn’t help but coo at his shy demeanor, his cheeks squished between your hands as you kissed his pout. diluc let you enjoy yourself, even as the pink tone on his skin became more vibrant and he couldn’t look you in the eye anymore. he was just adorable!
his attempt to say something was a failure, the words indecipherable as you continued to play with his cheeks. “tell me about your day.” he repeated once you let him talk, though his face remained in your hands. you recounted your day under his attentive gaze, and the fond smile on his lips made your heart flutter as you talked. diluc was always like this and you couldn’t wrap your mind around how. his daily schedule was cramped and because of his nightly activities he could only get a couple hours of sleep each night, yet even at the end of the day he would listen to you with peak attention. if you were in his shoes, you’d have probably fallen asleep.
(and he would too, if it was anyone else. you were too precious to waste even a second.)
you barely caught the minuscule twitch of his hand on your waist, though you didn’t think much of it- until you mentioned kaeya again and instead of a twitch, felt an intentional squeeze on your waist. you hoped they hadn’t argued again, though you couldn’t tell for now. even if they did, diluc had chosen not to tell you for the time being, most likely wishing to process it himself first. he’d talk to you when he was ready.
you were still talking when diluc interrupted your story about kaeya’s flirting remarks with a kiss. he didn’t give you the chance to ponder over the uncharacteristic action- you were properly distracted by his lips. he was the most passionate kisser you had ever seen, a kiss from him leaving your knees far more weak than some of your previous partners could do with fingers buried inside of you. this time was different, though. his gentle nature seemed to have melted like you did in his arms and the way he tugged on your bottom lip was closer to pain than pleasure.
he pulled you closer, until your hips were right against each other and you felt how hard he was. your groan disappeared under his as you pushed up against him, letting him grind against you for some friction. the way his lips moved against yours had your body growing hotter by each second, though you had no complaints. he seemed intent on making everything of yours his- your breaths, your moans, your mouth.
when you pushed him down on the chair he went willingly, yet his grip on your hips was relentless, all so that you’d continue to kiss him. who were you to refuse? his hands roamed over your skin and you felt his burning touch even as he moved onto another spot. all you could feel was him, only him, and it was perfect.
diluc only let you go when you kept him down by his shoulders, though the frown on his face and his heated gaze on your lips was his way of asking for more. and you’d give it to him.. in a bit. “what’s gotten into you?” diluc didn’t grace you with an answer, preferring to tug you down and continue kissing you instead. he was successful in distracting you and as he moaned into your mouth, all of your questions were forgotten.
you only came back to your senses after a particularly hard nip on your bottom lip and you pulled away once again, waiting patiently for an answer. diluc.. he struggled a lot with asking for help, though he had been working on it and had achieved amazing progress, compared to when you two first became acquaintances. he had been forced to be independent after his father’s death and it had only gotten worse after quitting the knights of favonious due to their ‘incompetence’, as he liked to put it. on top of all that he was also the darknight hero, without anyone to share the burden.
“it’s stupid.” he sighed and you hummed, silently encouraging him to go on. “it’s about kaeya. i know, i know. you two are only friends and it’s just his personality, he isn’t actually flirting with you. and i do want to know what you were talking about with him, but also just hearing you talk about him irritates me.”
“what is it about kaeya specifically that irritates you?”
diluc took a moment to reflect on his feelings, and as you waited you busied himself with peppering kisses all over his face. this was another progress he had made- instead of avoiding, he let himself feel his feelings. you were so proud of him, really. “i think it’s because he’s everything i’m not. he’s.. kaeya. he’s charming, and friendly, and everyone likes him! me, on the other hand… i come across as cold. and grumpy. even the whole bachelor thing came to be because of material things- the dawn winery, my vision, things like that. it’s always because im diluc ragnvindr and never because i’m diluc. does that make sense?
“i think i’m frustrated because even to this day, i still worry that you’ll find someone else. someone better, someone that’s more kind, someone more affectionate. and if you did i wouldn’t even be mad at you.” a dry chuckle left his mouth, and a bitter smile remained. “i love you so much that even if you decided to be with someone else, i’d take it as long as they made you happy.”
“i’d hate it if you found someone else.” you spoke, a gentle smile on your lips. you traced his features with your finger and marvelled at his beauty. “i don’t want to share you. in fact, i’m quite glad that you’re not considered the most eligible bachelor anymore. i wouldn’t want anyone to think they have a chance with you.”
“all i want is you.”
“see? you didn’t even hesitate. that’s how i feel about you, too. jealousy.. it’s not wrong. it’s human, just as you are. i don’t blame you for feeling that way. if you were the one with someone like kaeya chatting you up.. i don’t think i’d be as calm as you were.” you pretended to get mad and shook your fist with an exaggerated scowl, declaring war to the imaginary suitor of your lover. diluc’s giggle was lovely, and your heart fluttered once again as you took in his beauty. how had you gotten so lucky?
(if only you knew he was thinking the exact same thing.)
you knew what he wanted when he glanced down at your mouth and you leant in, eager to continue where you left off. the kiss started out sweet, soft pecks that soon became heated gasps and passion. you felt dizzy by the way he invaded your senses, and his overwhelming body heat wasn’t helping. diluc nipped and sucked on your lips as his hand on you grabbed a handful of your ass. in retaliation you palmed his cock over his trousers and the moan he let out was the sweetest thing you’d ever heard.
encouraged by his reaction, you continued to kiss him as you pulled down his zipper and your hand found it’s way into his trousers, fingers tracing the outline of his bulge. the noises he made only made you want more, to show him how much you adored him. you continued to toy with him as his noises got more and more desperate, until he grabbed your wrist to stop you. “you’re such a tease.” he panted, eyes glossed over as his hips twitched against your hand. “if you don’t want to continue here, we better move upstairs. now.”
“as you wish, master diluc.” you teased him, though you did pull your hand out of his pants and let him get up. he had to take a moment to collect himself, though he still looked like such a lovely mess. your mess. his lips were swollen and red, and you could see the mixture of your spit glisten under the dim lighting of the tavern. his cheeks flushed red as he panted, and the outline of his cock underneath his zipper made your mouth water. there wasn’t much talking as diluc hurried you upstairs, though his hand remained steady on your lower back.
he pushed you against the door as soon as it closed and despite his attempt to be gentle, your back slammed against the surface. your moan was what cut off his apologetic look, desire taking it’s place instead. he preferred to be gentle, to make love to you, to worship your body- rarely did he feel bold enough to take you selfishly, out of fear that he’d hurt you. although the concern was appreciated, sometimes you really just wanted to get dicked down and today was one of those days it seemed, if your throbbing pussy had anything to say about it.
your mouth felt dry as diluc got closer, the shadows cast by the moonlight making him seem broader than he was. your heart was thumping in your chest when he properly cornered you, with that smirk on his mouth that just drove you insane. it was eerily similar to the one he wore before a good fight and it made him look like a predator, getting ready to hunt. that made you the prey, and you were looking forward to being caught and devoured.
your breath hitched as his fingers wrapped around your throat. he didn’t apply pressure yet, though you didn’t understand what he was waiting for, until he whispered: “your heart beat.. it’s like a bird stuck in a cage. do i scare you, hase?” a shiver went through your body at his tone- you could almost hear his laughter. was it normal that being mocked like this made your heart beat even faster?
“perhaps i should be,” he mused and the sudden tightened grip around your throat made you whimper. “when i saw the way he touched you… i don’t even know how i held back. you’re mine, doesn’t everyone know that? what must i do to ensure everyone backs off? oh, perhaps a collar, that’d look lovely around your neck.”
a.. a collar? you weren’t able to hide your surprise at his words it seemed, because diluc pulled his hands off with a chuckle, saying that it was only a joke. you, however, had a feeling that it wasn’t a joke- and you couldn’t deny the way the idea of prancing around the streets with his name etched on your throat made your knees weak.
he tried to backtrack, face and neck flushed with embarrassment, clearly having taken your silence for lack of interest. although his rambling was rather cute, you had to cut it off with a chaste kiss as your hand pulled his that was wrapped around your throat back in. “i’m not sure whether it’d look as good as this does on my neck, but i’d love to. shall we get them in black and red, since they’re your colours? i’m sure we can get your name engraved as well..” your enthusiasm seemed to pay off and diluc straightened up a little under your watch. his confidence had returned. lucky you.
his lips pressed against yours in an attempt to thank you and it would’ve been sweet if it wasn’t for the way his grip around your neck tightened as he kissed you. his groans alone lit a fire in your belly and when the hold on your throat was added to the equation, even fireworks couldn’t describe the intensity of the butterflies in your stomach. you pushed your hips against his, a desperate attempt to get some friction, and his surprise as he pulled away told you that he hadn’t even been aware of his effect on you. this man, really.. how could he not know what he did?
he looked into your eyes. whatever expression that you had been making had him drooling his head on your shoulder, a sigh in your ear. “you really know how to drive a man crazy.” he took pity on you regardless and you were rewarded with his muscular, thick thigh between your own. you didn’t let it go to waste and rode his thigh, too busy chasing pleasure to feel shame.
you didn’t have much success, the material of both of your clothes getting in the way of the pleasure you were seeking. with a frustrated grunt you tried to make your way off diluc’s thigh to get rid of the offending clothing, yet your movements were restricted completely by his hands. he pushed your hips down on his thighs instead and all of your frustration from before melted into pleasure, along with your mind. the angle he guided you in was perfect- the coarse material now helped you get off as it added to the friction against your clit. his shirt was crumpled in your fist where you held onto him and if it wasn’t for the high quality material, your nails would’ve torn right into it.
your movements became erratic as your high crept closer and closer. if it wasn’t for diluc you would’ve been reduced to a twitching mess, unable to even get off, though he kindly took control. he moved you back and forth with ease and what remained of your mind supplied you with the thought, he’s using me like a toy. “you’re doing so well, liebling.” that thought along with his voice, breathy and needy, shot straight to your pussy.
diluc held you close as you came on his thigh, his name on your lips and nothing else. you couldn’t think of anything else, only thing grounding you his hands on your skin that burned hot. his concerned, yet still incredibly handsome face was the first thing you registered once the tremors subsided. “that seemed intense. do you need a break, water, anything else?”
“anything?”
“whatever you need.”
“all i need right now, is you inside of me.” you relished in the way his eyes grew wide and his cheeks dusted pink once again. this long into your relationship yet how blunt you could be still took him by surprise, it seemed. you continued to tease him with a coy smile, running your fingers over his exposed neck. “won’t you give me what i need?” your eyes followed the movement as he wet his lips and when you looked back up, diluc was avoiding your gaze, even as his hands supported you under your thighs to carry you to bed. the only reason he sneaked a glance was that you stopped him, though it was easy to catch it as you were focused on his reactions- which was why you could tell the exact moment he realised what you wanted.
“h-here?”
“why don’t you work out that frustration from before?” you wrapped his tie around your hand and pulled him in, glancing down at his lips before looking back at his eyes, which also switched between your lips and your eyes. “please, diluc. i will tell you if it’s too much.” your pleas, although helpful, weren’t enough to convince him. your hand sneaking lower and groping his erection from the still open zipper, however, was. his nails dug into your thighs as he pushed you against the wall once more, with a different intention this time.
a little teasing goes a long way.
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summary: albedo makes some medicine to treat your headache.. you prefer to use this as an opportunity to tease him.
warnings: light choking, soft nsfw, afab reader, second person pov used. let me know if there’s anything else i should be tagging!
i hope you enjoy!
sequel
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“it’s ready.” albedo announced and you stood up. thank the archons for it didn’t seem like this headache of yours would ease up anytime soon. “i tried a stronger concoction this time and the capsule outside should be easier to digest as well so that you can get results faster.” you nodded, not too concerned with how it worked, after all you trusted albedo and his skills completely.
“oh! do you need water or anything like that to help you swallow it? i’ve been tracking your hydration so your mouth shouldn’t be dry to the point of making it harder but i know you like to take a sip first.”
why was he so.. cute? it really wasn’t fair how he made you feel so warm inside and your heart flutter as it did with only a couple words, the attention he paid to even the smallest detail only made you fall for him even more. you took the cup of water he held out, murmuring a thanks before you took a sip. it was as he said, thanks to his care you weren’t dehydrated at all and could have easily swallowed without the aid of the water. still, you were a creature of habit.
you put the cup on an empty surface nearby, nowhere close to his experiments to crowd his working space of course. then, you took a step further, closing the distance between you two. albedo saw nothing odd about that, your preference for physical contact no mystery to him.
he was surprised however when you didn’t take the pill he offered, the questioning look in his eyes clear as day. you knew him just as well as he knew you. you prayed to the archons to be forgiven for taking advantage of albedo’s innocence- he was just too adorable to resist the urge to tease him.
“will you please help me?” you asked, grabbing his hand that held the little pill and archons, the way the tips of his ears turned red as you took his hand closer and closer to your mouth… it awakened something inside of you.
“h-help?” he squeaked, the light pink tinge to his ears spreading out to the rest of his body in crimson as you parted your lips and stuck out your tongue, just like you did when you were receiving something else of his. he tried to object and avert his gaze but the way you looked at him made it impossible. you knew all the buttons to push and the look in your eyes.. he always told you how he could see the need in your eyes whenever you looked up at him during more intimate moments and you never missed a chance to use that to your benefit.
“are you going to keep me waiting?” you questioned, lightly poking the pad of his finger with the tip of your tongue. he almost jumped, his eyes fixated on the spot that you touched. he was only making it worse for himself by being so cute. “i think you should make sure i swallow. precautions and all that, right?” you used the excuse to grab his other hand and bring it up to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it before he realised what he was doing. creature of habit, just like you.
you guided his fingers to rest in the correct position so he would be able to feel everything, the vibration of your voice and of course, when you swallowed the medicine. his face was still tinted crimson and if you weren’t teasing him in a different way, you’d have asked whether he had a fever. what interested you the most though was the look in his eyes, which had went from flustered and even a little shy to hungry. hungry for you, oh so needy that he played into your little game.
“you’re right.” he concluded and you knew you had won-
you forgot albedo wouldn’t let you win so easily, though.
his hold around your throat tightened momentarily and you let out a gasp, knees going weak. just as well as you knew him, perhaps even more so, he had memorised everything about you. every little spot that made you tremble, every word that had you holding onto him desperately, every little game you liked to play to tempt him.
and tempt him you did.
he dropped the pill on your tongue and tapped your cheek, a sign for you to swallow. so you obeyed, keeping your eyes locked on his as you pretended to swallow something else. you were forcing your luck, you knew, you had already gotten his attention as you wanted. and yet.. you wanted to play a little more.
you knew he felt you swallow it for he closed his eyes for a moment as the pill went down your throat, clearly trying to restrain himself before he took you in the middle of his work space.
it didn’t seem to work though, when he opened his eyes once again he looked downright predatory and this time, you were the one flushing beneath his gaze full of desire. did you know what kind of game you were playing, toying with him like that?
“open up.” he said, simple and straight to the point. “i want to make sure you swallowed it and aren’t hiding it somewhere in your mouth.”
so albedo had decided to partake rather than simply playing along.. how kind of him.
you did as instructed, sticking out your tongue once again under the assumption that he’d simply look- which was why you were taken by surprise once you felt two of his fingers in your mouth. he ‘examined’ your mouth, fingers touching every corner to make sure you weren’t ‘hiding the pill’, a poor excuse to hide the fact that he was fucking your mouth with his fingers.
he was uncaring of the drool that threatened to drip out of your mouth, continuing his pretend as he teased you even further. of course he was aware of your obsession with his hands.. why did you even think you’d get away with teasing him like this anyway?
once you realised albedo wasn’t pulling away despite having concluded the examination, you decided it was time to regain the upper hand. you closed your lips around his fingers and sucked on the digits, a soft moan leaving your throat as you did so.
you had always enjoyed having something in your mouth and so had albedo enjoyed putting something in there, so there was nothing surprising about it when his fingers around your throat tightened. “do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he asked you, voice but a murmur now and even though it was barely audible, the arousal in his voice was the loudest thing you’ve ever heard.
he wasn’t expecting a reply and yet you decided to grant him one by swirling your tongue around his fingers, just the way you did when it was his cock between your lips. the gasp he let out sounded painful, like you were torturing him. “enough.” he whispered, taking his fingers out of your mouth so he could kiss you instead.
he used his hand on your throat to pull you closer to him and you went, so willing, so pliant. he tried to be gentle, you could tell but even his self control had its limits and when his tongue pried into your mouth, something inside him seemed to snap. his grip around your throat tightened and he swallowed your moan greedily, intent on pulling even more out of you.
even without him cutting off the air flowing into your lungs you would have gotten dizzy with the way albedo kissed you so hungrily, tongue tracing every inch of your mouth and his teeth sinking into your lips. all his responsibilities seemed to be forgotten as he took in all of you and you doubted you’d be able to stay upright if it wasn’t for the tight hold on your throat. even as your eyes grew hazy he didn’t let up, the euphoria of being at his mercy made your pussy throb.
“you are so beautiful.” he murmured against your lips once you tapped him to take a break, even then unable to stay completely away as he continued to peck your lips. “you make me lose all reason.. i need you, please. please let me have you.”
archons, his pleading was so arousing.. the way he spoke of his need for you, as though he’d wither away if he didn’t get his fill of you- it made your heart flutter. even if this wasn’t your intention all along you’d have given in with the way he looked at you, so desperate, so full of adoration and desire.
