imagine childe being so jealous and insecure about ayato breeding you better. let’s face it - childe would be so jealous about ayato reliving the whole “how are babies made” bullshit with you. so he would bring it upon himself to show you “how it’s really done”.
he would be too eager that he might forget foreplay but it’s not until you yelped in pain over the burning stretch. if he’s feeling a little more polite, he would rest his cock in you, slowly pulling out and watching you beg - all needy for it again.
he grins to himself, slowly kissing down your body to eating hungry laps on your wet cunt. he loves that it is glistening and so, so wet for him. it’s almost like a sacred prayer that keeps him worshipping more.
he lured you to the sofa - the plush, red velvet sofa that was made specifically for you and him to share. he knew better than to leave you famished for luxury. he loved spoiling you, and always sought it as a competition to give you better than ayato. all the soft, sheer, and intricately handcrafted lingerie - everything was for you, his precious, sweet baby. you were such a fragile, beautiful work of art that he lusted for - pounding relentlessly and mercilessly. childe didn’t care if you were in pain - he just wanted you to scream his name louder than you shrieked for ayato.
he lays you on your back, pressing onto his chest, before scooping his strong, muscular arms under your leg. fucking you just like that. watching you drool stupidly as you begin tearing.
“you like this so much, huh, y/n?” he smiles to himself, licking your neck before thrusting quicker than before. you couldn’t decide what hurt more - the addictive, burning stretch of his cock pumping in and out of you wildly, or the fiery pain of your skin slapping against each other as he lapped you harder with each thrust.
his pace quickened and hardened as you began squirting. he smirked, knowing that you had only rimmed ayato, but not made quite this much of a mess. it was addictive, wasn’t it? being fucked so stupid you could barely say his name. all that he could hear were inaudible moans & groans as your breath hitched.
“look at me, bitch.” his voice was harsh & assertive. your half lidded eyes followed his gaze before he smiled and said, “that’s it, my sexy girl. keep your eyes on me.” before reaching a hand around your throat and giving you the firmest thrusts.
your body twitched and stiffened by the impact, slowly your legs shook until you muttered “c-cum.” childe knew better than to taunt you, but instead praised you, knowing it would leave you weaker & ready for more of him. with a final thrust, he peppered your face with gentle kisses, before carrying you to the bathroom for a warm bath.
Hello, this will be a multi-part fic, I’ll probs put it up on AO3 eventually too. Warnings will be done by post other than overall not sfw so no one gets involved and then finds out it’s not sfw.
This isn’t a YN fic, there is a female character for it. Find her post here.
Tartaglia x f!OC
CW: Inazuma spoilers, not sfw, sexual content
Part One, Two, Three
Kujou Sara’s eyes scanned Katsumi as they sat at her desk, Katsumi watching the rain falling outside of the window.
“You’re certain of this? If it is him who has the gnosis, and he has seemingly separated from the Fatui, we must alert the Shogun immediately” Sara checked, getting out of her chair.
“I’m certain. The person I got this information from was in charge of finding him, and high enough up that they would only have correct information. And I trust them not to lie about this” Katsumi confirmed, turning her attention back to the woman. The general narrowed her eyes, studying the agent once more.
“Alright. I’ll immediately get this information out. Thank you. You may go” Katsumi nodded, bowing before the left the office. Her boots clicked softly on the floors as she made her way out of the building, tightening her ponytail. It wasn’t long before she found herself at her own front door, reaching out to open it before she realized something was wrong.
Thrusting her hand out to the side she summoned her pole arm, other hand firmly on the door. Slowly releasing her breath, she slid the door open silently, slipping inside. Clearing the first rooms, she began to head to her own room, rustling sounds reaching her ears.
Using two hands to grip her pole arm, she used the bottom to slide open the door to her room, immediately bringing the tip down in an attack.
“Hey now girly, no need for such a reaction” Childe said, having grabbed the polearm just before it hit his head. Katsumi ripped it from his hand, letting out a sigh of agitation as she swung it back a released, sending it away, noting that his hair was damp, only a towel around his waist.
“What in the hell are you doing in my house? And how did you even find it?” She questioned, pushing past him to check over her belongings, avoiding looking a him further. Childe laughed, fluffing his hair with his fingers.
“Well, I missed you, and I have my ways. You’re not very stealthy about where you live, you know” he replied, plopping on her bed. Katsumi began rubbing her temple, wondering how she had so poorly calculated the outcome of her previous behavior.
“Childe, I already told you, there’s no need for this. And consider writing a letter, not breaking in, using my shower, and lazing around half naked” she scolded, crossing her arms and looking out the window toward the ocean. She tried to keep her mind clear of the images of them together that prodded at her mind, attempting to focus on the movement of the storm in the distance. “Any word on your harbinger friend?” Childe laughed at her question, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, her body becoming rigid at his touch.
“I wouldn’t consider him a friend. More of an inconvenient colleague. And you can relax, I promise I won’t hurt you in any way I don’t know you like” he teased, kissing her neck softly. A soft gasp forced from her lips as she leaned back into him, a smirk forming in his lips. “And here you want to just act like you don’t like me”.
Katsumi spun around in his arms, now face to face with the menace. Her eyes roamed his body, her mind desperately trying to decide what to do. His ocean blue eyes watched her face as she thought, smiling softly as he could see her struggle with what to do.
“You don’t have to think about it so much darling, just do what you want most” he whispered, bending down and kissing her ear lobe.
It was as if something within her had snapped, pushing him onto the bed as he laughed, his damp hair falling like a halo around his head. She quickly tugged at the ties on her pants, loosening them so they could be removed.
When she barely had them off, Childe pulled her onto him, kissing her deeply. He pulled her top off of her body, making quick work of her bra underneath.
“You need to stop pretending like you don’t like me” Childe teased, his rough hand grasping her breast as he gently bit her neck.
She gasped, rolling her hips into his, the towel around his waist the only thing between them.
“I still haven’t decided if I’m going to let you live or not” she hissed, biting along his collarbone, already leaving marks. He laughed, a moan leaving his lips as she worked across him.
Raising her body up slightly, she pulled the towel off of him, his eyes admiring every inch of her bare body.
"My eyes are up here, idiot" she teased, looking down at him. Their eyes met as she took his length in her right hand, working it slowly as he gasped, pushing himself up on his elbows. Katsumi smirked as he broke eye contact, his eyes closing as he tossed his head back, biting his lower lip harshly.
"You break into my home and can't even look me in the eyes, how pathetic" she pushed, removing her hand, moving it to gently swirl around her own clit. Childe took a deep breath as he looked back to her, his eyes wandering to her hand, his expression filled with longing.
"Katsumi, please" he asked quietly, pushing his hair back.
"Please? Please what?" she teased, lifting her fingers to her lips, licking her slick off of them as she stared into his eyes. He gripped her hips harshly, lining his cock up with her opening, his eyes dark with lust.
"Please do not play with me, please let me fuck you, I'm trying to nicely ask" he practically begged her, her giggle causing his hips to roll with increased desperation.
"Oh? Is that what you'd like? Well, I think that would be wonderful" she had barely finished speaking before he thrust into her, tears leaking from the edges of her eyes as he forcefully stretched her. Holding still for only a moment, Childe began to thrust into her, her lithe fingers gripping his chest as he went.
After a moment, she began to roll her hips, grinding against him as he trust into her, their sounds of lust filling the air.
Katsumi leaned her body back, propping herself up on one arm, her spare hand gently working her own clit as Childe adjusted his grip to keep her up.
“Oh look at you, so stunning on my cock” he hissed, his own gasp cutting off his words. His lidded eyes scanned over her body, the gentle curves against her toned muscles, her strength only accentuated by her feminine shape making him feel weak.
Lewd sounds filled the air, Katsumi’s own fingers perfectly guiding her to her peak, Childe gazing up at her as he prayed he could hold out until she had finished.
Her pale skin did nothing to hide the scars that littered her body, her well formed muscles part of the reminder of what she was capable of. Her hips slammed into his as she gasped, shaking as her orgasm arrived, her cum spilling out as Childe watched, taking deep breaths to steady himself.
“Oh shit, I, fuck, Katsumi” he whispered, biting his lip as he finally lost control, his own orgasm hitting as he pulled out of her, his cum splashing on both of their bodies.
Katsumi dropped down on her bed next to him, the room now silent aside from their heavy panting.
After a moment, Childe extended his arm, pulling their bodies next to each other as she looked over at him in confusion”
“Childe, I...”
“And I told you, I’m not doing this for your benefit. If I only saw you in such a way I would have killed or taken to avoiding you ages ago” he said, cutting her off. “I don’t know why you insist that isn’t the truth but it is. I know I can’t claim to know your feelings, but I feel pretty confident that you feel similar. So please” he rolled to face her, propping himself up on one elbow, looking into her eyes as he pushed her hair out of her face “please stop denying this”
Looking up at him, her eyes were wide and her heart was pounding. Knowing he was right didn’t help to alleviate the worry’s she had. Even though they weren’t from truly rivaling sides, she knew it was far from wise to involve herself with a Fatui harbinger, her behavior already being far from wise.
“I, fine. We’ll discuss this further later” she relented, closing her eyes as he pulled her into him, the warm breeze from an open window helping to calm the scene.
