fatui male harbingers smut headcanons w f!reader , ranked from highest to lowest stamina (headcanon) | includes all male harbingers except pulcinella
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TARTAGLIA — HIGHEST STAMINA
as the youngest harbinger, there's no doubt he has the highest stamina out of the fatui men. he's very proud about it, too. he loves to fuck, and it's a surprise to no one. there'll be some days where all he wants to do is ravish you after a long day of combat and fatui affairs, while on other days he wants to take his time to fuck your brains out. sometimes it's hard to keep up with him in bed, with the way he seems to never tire. he loves every single bed activity there is: fucking, eating your pussy, fingering, playing with sex toys, having you suck his dick if you wanted it, and even anal. there is never a time he isn't in the mood to fuck; he'll take every chance he gets to spread that pussy of yours open. this man can't keep his hands to himself at all either; all he wants to do is touch you and please you. tartaglia doesn't have any shame either, he'll take you anywhere and everywhere. quickies by the training grounds, in one of the hallways of the zapolyarny palace, in a secluded spot in the northland bank, and even short makeout sessions during work. this man's hunger is never a joke, because he'll never get tired of you. either way, you'll always be in for a ride with tartaglia, as he probably won't stop until the sun comes up.
SCARAMOUCHE —
technically... he's a puppet... so do puppets really get tired? but seriously, he's definitely a freak—a bratty and cocky freak at that. he loves to degrade you while his hand is wrapped around your throat as he thrusts his cock sharply into you. he gets off to the sound of your moans and pleas, the way your pussy flutters around him with desperation and need from every thrust. scara definitely loves to tie you up too, hands bound together with your legs spread wide and your ankles shackled down so you can't move. he'll tease you, edge you, and overstimulate you until you can't take it anymore. sometimes he even uses a vibrator on you while you're tied up in that position, pressing the toy in a torturous motion against your pussy. and he's not nice about it either. he'll continue to overstimulate your clit till you're shaking and sobbing, begging for him to stop the vibrator. if he's nice enough, he'll lower the intensity, but otherwise... he'll only ramp up the speed. and when you come for the nth time that night, he'll do the honour of cleaning you up by eating your pussy, licking all your juices. and just when you think he's done with you, he comes back for another round, ready to hear your pretty moans.
DOTTORE —
having dottore as a sex partner means having a tons of other guys as your sex partners too. what i mean by that is his segments. each segment has their own level of freak, and by extension, their own level of stamina. omega definitely has the highest stamina out of the rest of the segments, followed by moonttore and primettore. prime definitely has a thing for watching his segments fuck you in front of him, it's like a guilty pleasure. he loves to watch as a segment thrusts himself balls deep inside of you while another has his cock in your mouth, and maybe another to touch and tease you while the other two work on you. moonttore is especially cruel; he'll fuck your pretty little cunt till you're full of his cum and you can't walk. sometimes dottore takes turns with his other segments to fuck you, milking your poor pussy out for the night. he fucks like a man deprived and starved, burying his cock deep inside of you until you beg for him. he's definitely the type to use a drug or aphrodisiac on you if it means you'll be extra sensitive for his cock and touch. anything to help you keep up with his desires. stamina is never a problem for dottore, because there'll always be a segment that's ready to keep your pussy full and warm.
PIERRO —
don't ever assume that his age affects his stamina in the bedroom. while yes, his stamina has definitely worn down over time, pierro knows how to fuck and satisfy their partner properly. he knows your weaknesses and your sensitive spots, and he uses them to his advantage. his knowledge definitely comes from his years of experience, and he'll use them to the fullest to satisfy you. as the director of the fatui harbingers, he's always stressed and has a lot of pent up frustration. so what better way to relieve himself than to fuck his partner? he's the type to fuck you anywhere: bent over his desk, hidden by a pillar in the halls of the zapolyarny palace, or even in the tsaritsa's throne room—as long as she isn't there, of course. pierro will give his all to satisfy you, regardless of how quick he is or where you two are. he's usually very rough with you, but can be quite gentle surprisingly. by the time he's tired, you're shaking and trembling with pleasure, down to your fourth orgasm. even though he gets worn out faster than the rest, he knows how to leave a lasting impression on your pussy.
CAPITANO —
capitano is only this low on the list purely because of how crazy the rest are. most of the time, capitano likes to take his time with you, with slow and deep thrusts and a lot of groaning. he drags out each thrust of his hips and each flick of his fingers against your clit, drawing out soft moans from your lips. he takes his time to please you, conserving his energy while satisfying you. but on days where he feels more stressed than usual, he's rough, fervent. he'll bend you over against the nearest surface, rutting himself deep inside of you till you're arching your back and seeing stars. he'll have his large hands everywhere on you—your hips, your thighs, your waist, your breasts, even your throat to choke you when he's incredibly horny. he loves to watch your expressions as he pounds into you, watching the way your chest heaves and rises sharply with each thrust. and when his body finally gives up and spills his seed inside you, you're ruined beyond comprehension. he'll carry you effortlessly to somewhere more comfortable once you two are done, and he'll make sure to ease any pain he may have caused you during his fervour.
PANTALONE — LOWEST STAMINA
pantalone is a loser. the end. jokes aside, i think pantalone definitely has a lower stamina compared to the rest of the fatui men, but not to be disappointed. he's absolutely kinky in the bedroom, often spicing up your activities with toys and gadgets. he loves to tease your pussy with a vibrator, playing with the setting while shoving a dildo in and out of your pussy. but that doesn't mean he's lazy, because he loves to touch you everywhere and anywhere his hands can reach while using the vibrator on you. fondling your breasts and ass, rubbing your thighs, marking and kissing your neck and collarbone, even fingering your pussy while the vibrator rubs on your clit. but when pantalone does actually fuck you, it's absolutely hot. he'll have his hands everywhere on you during sex, teasing your tits as he drives his cock deeper and deeper inside of you. his thrusts are sharp and rough, but they gradually get sloppier over time when his stamina begins to wane. he'll hold out long enough to see and feel you cum at least twice from his cock, watching as your juices coat his cock and wet the bed. and when he's exhausted? if you're still horny? don't worry, he's still got that vibrator and his fingers to fuck you.
notes. in celebration of me getting my 1st diluc after 4+ years of playing, let’s see what he and the rest of our favourite genshin guys are packing AMIRIGHT??? first post kinda shy ,, should i do a part two
— DILUC's cock is a sight that makes your breath hitch, thick and long enough to stretch you wide as he presses the flushed fat tip against your entrance, the deep red blush spreading from the swollen head down the veined shaft like he's holding back a fire. you're already trembling when he sinks in slowly, every inch of his girth parting your walls with a delicious burn that has you clutching at his shoulders, his length filling you so completely that you feel him in your core. he's no grower, always half-hard from the mere thought of you, but he uses it with deliberate control, thrusting deep and steady to build heat until you're both lost in the rhythm.
“feel how much i need you,” he murmurs, voice rough as he bottoms out.
— VARKA’s massive length dwarfs everything else, so thick and big that you wonder how your body even accommodates it, the head nudging insistently at your slick folds while veins bulge along the shaft like ropes under taut skin, pulsing with his fastened heartbeat. he eases in with a groan, the girth splitting you open inch by agonizing inch, your pussy clenching around the invasion as if trying to hold on, and yet the stretch turns to pleasure when he starts to move, using his enormous cock to claim every part of you in powerful and unyielding strokes that leave you gasping and full.
“take it all for me, juuust like that,” he rumbles, hips snapping forward.
— KAEYA’s cock slides into view long and skinny, curving slightly to the left with a uniform tan hue that doesn't flush no matter how aroused he gets, the smooth length gliding against your thigh before he aligns it with your heat. it's not overwhelming in girth but hits all those spots inside you that make stars burst behind your eyes. he wields it with such teasing precision, angling the subtle lean to drag along your inner walls, drawing out your moans as he fucks you almost languidly, savoring every quiver.
“you just love how i reach there, don't you?” he whispers, smirking as he grinds deeper.
— CYNO's arousal builds fast. he's a true grower that swells to a relatively thick tan shaft veined subtly along its length, the tip darkening as he hardens fully before pushing into your waiting pussy with honest aggressive intent. he doesn't ease in—he thrusts hard from the start, the girth pounding against your depths, your body jolting with each forceful entry as he grips your hips, using his cock like a weapon to dominate and overwhelm, leaving you sore and satisfied in the aftermath of only the first round.
“you're mine to fuck however i want,” he growls, slamming home.
— FLINS boasts the longest cock among them, skinny and pale with a light, almost purplish blush tinting the tip and faint veins tracing its endless length, coiling around your fingers when you stroke it before he guides it to your entrance. it sinks in deep, impossibly so, filling you from the front to the back in one smooth glide that has your toes curling, and he uses it to explore every hidden spot, thrusting with an even, elegant rhythm to slowly build waves of ecstasy that crash over you endlessly.
“let me go even deeper inside you,” he breathes, inching further.
— WRIOTHESLEY's cock is a thick beast, pretty long too with a tip so fat it flares wide like a mushroom cap, pressing against your lips before he feeds it into your mouth, the girth stretching your jaw as veins throb under your tongue. when he finally enters your pussy, his swollen head pops past your rim and the length follows, stuffing you full with heavy, deliberate pumps that make your walls flutter wildly, his powerful thickness overwhelming you completely.
“swallow every bit of this fat cock,” he commands, voice low and gravelly.
— CHILDE's oh so long and relatively fat cock blushes a vivid pink across its freckled surface, the scattered spots dotting the shaft like stars as it twitches against your belly, hardening fully before he notches it at your core. he drives in with eager energy, the girth spreading you open while the length reaches deep, his hold on your waist tightening with each passionate thrust, using it to chase mutual pleasure in wild bursts that leave you both breathless and marked.
“look at how it blushes just for you,” he laughs softly, plunging in.
— HEIZOU might be a grower on the smaller side, but once it thickens to its full potential, his fat tip becomes his favorite tool, teasing your clit with lazy circles before dipping just the head inside your pussy, making you beg for more. he knows exactly how to use it, angling those shallow thrusts to rub your sensitive spots relentlessly, the girth of the tip stretching you teasingly as he builds your desperation with skilled, playful control.
“not yet—i wanna see what makes you tick first,” he teases, nudging insistently.
— KINICH strikes the golden middle, perfectly balanced length and girth with a smooth, warm shaft that fits you like it was made for this, sliding into your soaked heat with confident ease as veins pulse faintly under the skin. he wields it masterfully, varying his pace from slow grinds that savor the connection to quick snaps that hit just right, drawing out your gasps and shudders with intuitive precision that heightens every sensation.
“i'll make you come undone perfectly,” he promises, thrusting true.
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 : You decide to tease the various! genshin men by ignoring them the whole day to see how they’d react, not knowing the results of what you did would lead to the release of their frustration they had been holding back.
ⓘ : 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈. overstimulation, degradation, dirty talking, fingering, orgasm denial, restraint (pinning wrists), desk sex, praise/affectionate terms, marking (?), whining. some parts were a bit rushed & not fully proofread!
.𖥔 ݁ 𝐋𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐍
Spending the entire day being stonewalled by a silent partner had driven his high-energy, battle-hungry nature absolutely mad with boredom, making him feel like he was being forced to face an opponent who refused to pick up their weapon and play along. The quiet defiance you had maintained all day is instantly shattered the moment Lohen claimed what he desired.
Pinning you securely beneath his heavy frame, he locked your wrists above your head with a single hand, his burning gaze completely locked onto yours. He drove into your heat with a frantic, breathless pace, thrusting deeply to wring every available ounce of sound from your throat.
His face was heavily flushed, utterly intoxicated by your dazed expression and the frantic movement of your breasts bouncing with each relentless surge of his hips. His chest heaved as he panted heavily against you, burying himself to the hilt over and over just to hear your voice fracture, needy and desperate as you whimpered his name repeatedly.
But just as the tension coils toward a breaking point, he abruptly froze.
Lohen completely halted his rhythm, holding his length deep within your pulsing warmth and leaving you torturously suspended right on the precipice of a climax. “No, why𑁋 why did you stop…”
He let out a sharp, breathless laugh, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His own face remained deeply flushed, his jaw locking tight as he fought down his own burning urge to finish, stranded right at the brink of his own release. Tilting his head with a slightly irritated yet playful smirk, he looked down at you. “Oh, so you can talk,” Lohen panted out, a mocking edge to his voice. “You wouldn’t say a single word to me all day, but look at you now.”
“The second I stop, you start begging.” You shook your head, your core throbbing around him as the sudden, agonising denial left you entirely unraveled. “Please, Lohen… I was so close…” you whine, moving your hips upward against his frozen pelvis in a desperate search for friction.
Instead of granting your relief, he leaned forward, his grin widening at the sight of your desperation. “Consider this your punishment for being so quiet all day. I want to hear how loud you can get for me,” he teases, his voice dropping into a low murmur as your needy sighs filedl the space between you. His lips captured yours and you immediately melted into the heat of the kiss.
Right as his mouth seals your lips, he slammed deep inside you, a single thrust hitting your sweet spot perfectly. The sudden overwhelming sensation makes you gasp into his mouth.
When he pulls from the kiss, shifting his weight to sit up straight, your hands break free from his loosened grip to desperately wrap around his neck, clawing at his shoulders to lock him down in a tight embrace so he can’t move away. Driven entirely mad by the agonising friction, you lifted your hips to grind and roll your core against his buried length.
The unexpected movement forced a low groan from the back of Lohen’s throat, his entire frame shuddering as your slick heat squeezed him tightly. He lets out a dark, muffled chuckle. “Look at you, so needy for me.” His forehead now pressed against yours as he meets your needy gaze directly, his fingers digging deep into your hips to take control of your desperate pace. “Ignoring me the whole day and now you’re practically riding my cock just to make yourself come.”
He grinds his hips hard against yours to completely pin you beneath him, “keep doing that and I’ll make sure you’re begging me to let you come for the rest of the night.”
.𖥔 ݁ 𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄
Watching you play your little silent game all day had merely amused him, your pathetic attempt at psychological defiance registering to his clinical mind as nothing more than a minor behavioral defect that required a thoroughly hands-on correction. Rather than breaking your silence through force, he decides to turn your own game into a strict, agonisingly sensual rule.
Pinning you face-down against the heavy mahogany desk in his lab, his left hand gathers both of your wrists behind your lower back to anchor you in place as he slides deep into your slick heat from behind.
Every heavy, calculated push of his hips is an exercise in intense friction, right hand holding you perfectly still on your sides to deliberately stretch out the deep pleasure, making you tremble helplessly beneath his cold, unyielding weight.
He watches the way your back arches, a low laugh vibrating against your skin as he leans down to press his masked face right beside your ear. “Since you found it so easy to keep your mouth shut today…” he pauses, his pelvis rolling in a slow, heavy circle to grind hard against your sensitive core, making your breath hitch. “...let’s see you do it now, hm?” Dottore whispers teasingly against your ear.
His right hand moves from your hip to firmly cup over your mouth, and even with his palm sealing your lips, he can feel the rapid, heavy heat of your frantic panting as you whine shamelessly straight into his skin. “Mmmph𑁋! D-Dottore…” you whimper desperately, your body involuntarily twitching against his as he hits your sweet spot with a sharp, deep thrust that sends a violent wave of pleasure.
“Dottore?” he interrupts, his voice dropping into a stern tone of absolute authority. “It’s Doctor to you when you’re misbehaving on my desk.” Dottore momentarily yanks his hand away from your lips just as he slams his hips entirely, driving into you as deeply as possible. The sudden shattering wave of pleasure breaks your control completely, forcing a loud, needy sob to echo through the empty lab as your body arches helplessly against his. “Ah! Please, Doctor𑁋 haah, it’s too much𑁋!”
“Shh…” He instantly clamps his palm back over your lips, covering your loud, frantic gasps into muffled whimpers.
“Quiet now, my dear. My subordinates are just outside that door.” Dottore glances over at the heavy entryway, listening to the distant sound of muffled footsteps passing by in the corridor. Capitalizing on the danger, he releases your wrists from his left hand, letting your arms fall forward so your fingers can frantically claw at the smooth edge of the desk for leverage.
“You wouldn’t want them to hear exactly how pathetic and loud you get when your master decides to play along with your little games, would you?” His free hand that held your wrist now moved between your thighs, his fingers finding your swollen, drenched clit and delierately rubbing it in a fast, teasing rhythm while his hips continue to grind at an accelerating pace from behind.
Your eyes widen at the sudden, intense overstimulation that hit you, your hips rolling against his touch, trying to swallow the frantic sounds building in your chest.
Dottore leans closer, his lips awfully close to the skin of your neck. “Let’s see just how much it takes to break that stubborn little silence of yours completely, my little dove.”
.𖥔 ݁ 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀
Your stubborn determination to maintain silence all day had only served to provide him with a clear target. To Childe, your silence was an open invitation, a dare from an opponent who mistakenly believed they could outlast his patience. If you refuse to grant him words, he was entirely confident in his ability to extract a reaction physically, transforming the bedroom into a high-stakes arena where he held every distinct advantage.
Dragging your trembling form toward the edge of the mattress, he settled himself between your thighs and effortlessly hooked your knees over his shoulders, exposing your flushed skin completely to his gaze. “Look at how pretty you are for me, darling,” he murmured, a low breathy chuckle vibrating his throat, “so soaked and you haven’t even let me touch you yet. Were you thinking about this while you were ignoring me all day?”
Before you could twist away, Childe leaned down to anchor your hips firmly beneath his hands. His mouth pressed directly against your drenched core, his tongue flickering over your swollen clit with a rapid precision, while he simultaneously buried two long fingers deep within your slick warmth.
The dual assault of his ruthless lapping and the deep, rhythmic stretch of his fingers induced a state of overwhelming overstimulation. Your hands flew downward to tangle desperately in his messy ginger hair, your fingers tugging as if to pull him away, yet the gesture only pinned him closer. Your hips rolled helplessly against his face, entirely unable to resist the piercing friction.
Pausing for a brief fraction of a second, he looked up to observe your dazed expression, a smug grin gracing his wet lips as your high-pitched moans finally fractured the quiet room. “Come on, darling,” Childe sighed, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin before his tongue resumed its merciless rhythm against your sweet spot. “You were so resilient all morning. Let’s see how long that stubborn composure lasts now.”
The intense stimulation of his mouth coupled with the deliberate curling of his fingers completely broke your remaining restraint. A violent, twitching climax seized your body, forcing your spine to arch off the sheets. Yet, before you could recover or catch your breath, without removing his lips, Childe drove his fingers deeper, stretching your post-orgasmic walls and accelerating his movements without a single hint of leniency.
A loud wail tore from your throat as his tongue lashed your hypersensitive flesh while his knuckles bottomed out inside you. “Ajax, wait𑁋 Ah! It’s t-too much𑁋!” you sobbed, your thighs trembling violently against his shoulders and your fingers gripped on to the sheets of the bed, your entire being shuddered around his hand.
He let out a sharp breathless laugh against your inner thigh. Tilting his head just enough to meet your lewd gaze, his blue eyes sparked with a thrilling triumphant heat. “There’s that pretty voice,” Childe teased, his tone dropping into a low raspy growl. “Look at you, so desperate. You kept avoiding me all day, but the second you’re touched, you’re crying my name just like that?”
He refused to grant you a reprieve, instead his grip shifted to the back of your knees, tilting your pelvis upward to expose your aching core even further. “Ahh! Oh my god, Ajax!” His tongue swept deeply into your opening before driving upward to punish your clit, while his fingers maintained a frantic, unhinged sprint inside your pulsing warmth.
“Say it again,” he growled against your skin, watching your body writhe beneath his touch, dragging desperate cries from your lips with every stroke. “Keep calling me that, sweetheart. Let me hear how noisy you get when you’re being ruined like this.”
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.
summary: What you thought might be the date of your life in Paris, the city of love, turned into shock, rage and disappointment after finding out your husband was cheating! Urged by your besties, you decided to take the sweetest revenge possible.
Cheating back, of course.
Gladly, you had just stumbled into two gorgeous men at the nightclub, who were very sympathetic to your situation...
tags: modern AU. shameless, shameless SMUT, minors DO NOT INTERACT! cheating (the reader's husband cheated on her sooo she's doing the same). threesome, p in v sex, double penetration, oral sex (m and f receiving), blowjob, throat fucking, cum play, creampies, belly bulges, size kink, the guys are making out 😶, alcohol consumption and drug usage. shokohime cameo!
word count: 5k
author's note: my part of @madamechrissy crossover event! happy two years to your blog ❤️ i hope y'all like it! please don't throw tomatoes at me, this is my first time writing a threesome, haha. and happy belated birthday to my another blue-eyed love!
gojo's and tartaglia's arts by @/eriimyon. the first divider is mine; the mdni banner is by @/cursed-carmine.
The bass of the music bled throught the walls of a nightclub — frankly, you didn't even pay much attention to its name — and seeped into your body in an intoxicating mix of alcohol, boredom and resentment.
It was supposed to be your date night, more precisely, the date night in Paris!
But no. As usual, your husband had been busy with the exhibition opening. Just like the whole week before that. At first, he would apologise with a custom Versace dress, a pair of Yves Saint Laurent or the Harry Winston you had been eyeing all the time. Then he stopped bothering to wrap his guilt even in gifts — a light kiss on the forehead alongside his black card should've made some amends.
In a way, it did! That black card gave you more joy than your husband did in a…Well. The calculations totally weren't in his favour.
The bitterness still lingered in your soul — after all, who hadn't dreamt about visiting the City of Love with your partner? — but it faded with every swipe of his card.
God bless your kind soul: you still felt bad for that asshole, certain that it was his job that held his important persona from you.
Until…Until you decided to check the card's balance. Transactions that weren't even supposed to happen in the first place — he was busy! — immediately blinded you, sending a scorching wave of rage through your body till you saw nothing but red. Euros spent on the dinner at the Orgueil, purged money at Hermes, Dior, Dolce & Gabbana…
What the hell was that fossil thinking?!
"Girl, I always told you that was not going to end in a good way," your bestie, Shoko, did a long drag of her cig as you called for an urgent girl meeting. The situation was dire. Even the time difference didn't stop you.
"I am kinda sad, you know. I mean, three years of my life, the best period in my life, just went down the fucking drain," you gave Shoko a light shrug, sitting on the balcony of your luxurious hotel suite and watching the Eiffel Tower sparkle with radiance. "What should I do?"
"Something that you should've done ages ago. Like his age. How old is he, again?"
Groaning, you hid your face in your palms as Shoko smiled at Utahime's little joke. Despite the growing resentment, the corners of your lips twitched with a grin. "I am serious!"
"Divorce, babe, divorce."
"Yeah, no shit," you huffed under your breath and reached for an almost-empty bottle of wine. The most expensive shit available at the hotel — of course, on your husband's cheque. Wouldn't be a big deal for him, given the hundreds of euros he spent at fucking Dior.
Your lips curled into a disgust at the thought.
"You know what, love? Fuck him. No, really," Utahime snatched Shoko's phone and lay on the pillow, her black hair fanning around like a halo. "Let loose. Wear the most slutty dress you have and go fucking wild in some club. That old ass cheated on you? Cheat on him, too, damn."
Utahime's words sounded somewhat sceptical to you. After all, you weren't that person, right? Someone to resort to the rock bottom level of your soon-to-be ex. Nah.
"Oh, I know that pondering expression," Shoko's voice cut through your thoughts. "Some morality or bla-bla-bla. No. Cheaters deserve the very same, at least. Telling you."
"Come on, babe! Go get dressed and find some cock, or even two —"
"Hime!"
" — as much as the mere image disturbs me, and get fucking railed. Like totally good. Mind-blowing. Toes-curling. Jaw-slacking."
"Hearing you talk about cocks is disturbing to me," Shoko sent her girlfriend a lazy smirk. A small pillow landed on her face almost immediately.
"Anyway, you have our blessings. Show that fossil what he lost!"
Long story short, that was exactly how you ended up in some random Parisian nightclub.
And with some very pretty barmen already giving you lazy smirks and pointed glances. Every time he slid another "Cosmo" to you, his eyes would dart to your breasts in an obscenely exposed cleavage.
"See something interesting?" You leaned over the bar counter with a contented purr. And as on a cue, the pretty boy's gaze fell r-i-i-ght into the trap.
His ginger hair flashed even brighter in a sudden neon surrounding you, but his blue eyes darkened with lust when he dared to jerk his chin up with an infuriating grin.
Oh, you knew that grin. That kind of lazy confidence that only the guys like him wore. That intoxicating allure of youth. Vibrant. Striking.
"Sure. Can't lie to a beautiful lady like you, madame."
Barely tilting your head, you briefly licked your straw — just an innocent movement — but it was enough for the lone droplet of alcohol to spill on your chin, drift down your neck and get lost somewhere in the depths of your cleavage.
The guy's tightening grip on the shaker was the only answer you needed.
Finger tentatively brushing over the buttons of his waistcoat, you murmured, "What's your name, pretty boy?"
"Ajax, madame."
Whether it was the game of the light or his cheeks naturally carried that adorable blush, you weren't aware. Your gaze flicked to his name badge.
"Why does it say Tartaglia then?"
"Oh, it's my code name or whatever. We have this sort of commedia dell'arte theme going on. Masks, all that jazz."
"Where's yours then?"
Ajax lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug. "Not kinda fitting for a barmen, don't you think?"
A tipsy chuckle left your lips as you nodded.
"But I can be whoever you want me to be, madame," Ajax's tone dipped low into a feathery sin, erupting goosebumps. Your lips parted with a shaky exhale. Eyes dropping to his mouth — damn, you already imagined that electric taste of infidelity — you got interrupted by another low, smooth voice.
"Need a hand?"
Oh damn, that voice. Perfectly suitable to whisper the dirtiest things into your ear just as you were being railed, as you found out later.
You turned to the sound of it (noticing with your peripheral vision that Ajax's eyes slowly narrowed), and almost got struck by a sight of the man. His white hair stood out from all the mess of drunk bodies, loud basses and flashing sparkles, and his smirk — dangerously arrogant — didn't promise you an easy time.
Exactly what you needed.
You shifted a bit in the seat, letting your dress hike to the middle of your thigh, earning immediate sharp glances from two men over the smooth expanse of your skin, and sent the man a lewd grin.
"Actually, yeah. Very much so."
The man raised a brow at the suggestiveness in your tone and exchanged glares with Ajax before taking the seat next to you.
"Man, I love my woman confident," he shifted a little, enough for your knees to brush, and nodded towards your empty glass. "Repeat whatever she had. I am all ears, love."
You traced the rim of your "Tequila Sunrise" with deliberate slowness, briefly outlining your predicament.
"Wait, he cheated on you?" Ajax's brows almost reached his hairline as he spluttered in shock.
Another man, Satoru, chuckled in disbelief, "Can't believe I am saying that, but I agree with that little punk."
Ajax clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"Watch it, old man."
"Just who did you call old, huh?"
"Calm down, monsieurs," you raised your hands in a peaceful offering, your speech already a little bit slurred from all the cocktails. "Anyway, I would be more than happy if you could help me out a little."
Your gaze briefly flicked between Satoru and Ajax, who eyed each other with barely concealed irritation, blending into an urge to dominate, to show you exactly who you were supposed to fuck with.
"And don't you worry. I will pay close attention to both of you." Your tipsy breath, followed by a drunk giggle, fanned over Ajax's flushed skin as you hugged them by their necks. "You have some private room here, don't you?"
"Turn your head just a little— ah, yes, just like that, pretty girl."
Satoru's big hand cupped your cheek, gently turning it. Lust in his hazy eyes completely swallowed the irises, wide-blown pupils watching your lips stretched obscenely around his thick girth. With saliva rolling down your chin, neck, and even breasts, your half-lidded gaze travelled up and down Satoru's figure: the sharp ridges of the abs, the mesmerising V-line and the plush pecs. His thumb brushed alongside his cock, bulging your cheek with a weirdly tender look.
That look made you clench violently, while Ajax's tongue devoured you. Your slick coated your thighs, trembling violently in his tight grip, after the two mind-blowing orgasms he had already pulled out of you.
God, you missed it. Missed a soft tongue sweeping circles on your twitching clit, practically feasting on your wet, sloppy folds.
"Oi, brat, slow down a little. She's all distracted," Satoru grumbled under his breath as you let out another high-pitched moan, eyes rolling in pleasure, and his glistening cock slipped out of your warm mouth.
"C-can't," Ajax finally pulled away; the dazed, completely pussy-drunk expression on his face pulled the knot tighter in your belly. He dragged his tongue down your thigh; a drunk gaze briefly flicking up to your face: flushed cheeks, parted lips in ecstasy, messy hair, eyes sparkling with need. He slowly licked his lips, all wet with your juices. "She's so fucking sweet. Maybe your cock is not enough to make her focused, old man?"
Satoru's eyes narrowed.
"Don't argue, both of you," a weak protest left you, not even close enough for two men to listen to you. Not with the syrupy, honeyed tone your voice dipped into. The dewy gaze only sent shivers of desire down their spines.
"We are not —," Satoru's grumble morphed into a loud, practically pornographic moan when you fisted his length. His cock weighed heavily in your palm — hot, throbbing, perfectly pink with an angry, flushed tip. Tongue running over the thick vein on the underside, you elicited more and more shaky whimpers from him, while Ajax kept lapping at your slick. "A-arguing."
His hand landed on the back of your head, fisting your hair mercilessly, the very moment you licked a big, fat stripe up his throbbing cock.
You pressed a quick kiss on his tip with a teasing grin. It already was licking with pre-cum, coating all his length in thick rivulets. Satoru followed your moves with a low chuckle.
"Vixen, aren't you?"
Ajax suddenly decided it was very high time to slide his thick fingers inside of your quivering heat. Curling two digits, he watched with grim satisfaction your fluttering walls angrily sucking him inside.
"Aw, look at her. Already sucking me. Greedy, greedy girl." A dopey smirk slowly spread on his glistening lips as he kept scissoring you, tongue circling your swollen nub messily.
Satoru gritted something through his teeth. The heat pooled dangerously in your core. A weak gasp escaped you when he changed his position; the next thing you set your eyes on was his massive cock, hanging right in front of you.
"I am growing a little tired. Open your mouth, baby. I hope you won't mind it, pretty girl, will you?"
You shook your head, dragging a watery gaze to glance up at the man. He threw his head back with a low grunt, toned hips snapping to drive his length into the welcoming warmth of your mouth. With all the saliva and pre-cum rolling down your flushed skin, you hadn't looked more gorgeous in his eyes that evening.
"F-u-uck, yes, take all that. Bet your prick's old dick couldn't even compare to mine?" The tip of his cock prodded at the back of your throat, but you forced it to relax. Satoru's watery gaze took you in, drifting over the prominent bulge in your throat. Despite him holding you down until your nose touched the white hair at the base of his cock, his hold on your hair was…gentle. "Breathe, baby, don't forget about it."
"Our cocks, old man."
Ajax's amused voice pulled you out of the delirium. With each knowing stroke of his tongue, and two— wait, now three fingers massaging your plushy walls and reaching the spots you hadn't even thought existed, the third orgasm would hit like a freight train. You locked your thighs in a vice-like grip around his head; Ajax didn't mind being suffocated like it in the slightest. His loud moan reverberated through your pussy as he wrapped his palm around his cock, throbbing, pulsating with need to be buried inside your walls.
"S-shit, I am cummin'"
Your throat constricted with the effort to take all Satoru's fat length in your mouth. Heavy balls smacking against your face as you choked around his girth, nails digging into his hips. Your orgasm dangerously built in the base of your spine, spreading like a wildfire. Judging by Satoru's grunts and whimpers rising in pitch, his hips losing all the measured tempo, turning into animalistic thrusts, his as well.
"Fuck, I am close, almost there, just a little —"
The high felt like a sudden wave, overwhelming and thunderous. Satoru above you cummed as well, his seed flooding your throat in thick white ropes. A broken whimper spilt from Ajax's lips when he feverishly fisted his cock at your taste and the sight of your pulsating hole.
Chest rising rapidly, head dizzy with pleasure, you let a bewildered gasp, being swiftly manhandled by the pair of strong hands to stand up on the silky sheets. With a quiet whimper, you gripped the biceps to balance yourself, burying your face in the crook of Ajax's shoulder, as it turned out.
"C'mere, pretty girl," his low, purring voice soothed your nerves, but his hand, jerking his cock, so the flushed tip rubbed right against your wet folds, told another story. A loud moan tore from your chest as you feverishly bucked your hips to meet his movements — all the previous orgasms didn't seem to have the slightest toll on you — allowing his rotund cockhead to slip freely with wet shlick-shlick-shlick.
"D-don't tease, Ajax," sobbing his name, you let another high-pitched whimper. Every slow, lazy grind of his hips drove you crazy with lust.
To your disappointment, Ajax only chuckled. His lips grazed the top of your head as he mockingly cooed over you.
"Aw, is there something you want, princess? Say please."
You pulled away with a weak huff that immediately morphed into a whine when Ajax deliberately rolled his cockhead against your clit. The jolt hitting your body earned amused glances and laughs from both men.
"Sa-Satoru, te-tell him," you attempted to earn some sympathy from Satoru, looking up, a pout gracing your lips.
"As much as I hate saying this," he purred over your ear, gently nibbling at the shell, kissing his way down your neck to taste the salty skin. A surprised gasp left you as he suddenly sucked on your collarbone, hard, immediately soothing it. "But the punk is right. You gotta ask for something to have it."
In any other situation, you would huff in indignation, curse and swear, if not for the need to feel the hot, pulsating cock inside you and get fucked dumb. Judging by Satoru's already hard length, pressing oh-so-pleasantly against the small of your back, and the violent twitch of Ajax's cock, smeared with cum, the men had the same thoughts.
Finally, they decided to show you mercy.
"S-shit, you're s-so tight," Ajax's hot breath fanned over your cheek. He slowly pushed inside, filling you inch by thick inch. Panting heavily, trying your best to accommodate his length, you leaned back against Satoru's sturdy shoulder, who immediately nosed at your tender skin.
"Such a good girl for us. Take it all, princess." One of his hands was possessively draped over your waist, holding you in place, while the other lazily travelled up to palm at the swell of your breasts.
"Oh fuck, she clenched around even m-more," Ajax moaned at the way your pussy desperately clamped around him, wide blue eyes glued to the place you both connected. Transfixed, he watched your hole stretching around his veiny cock, slowly yet surely disappearing inside your walls.
Meanwhile, Satoru didn't waste any time playing with your sensitive breasts. Pinching your nipple, he softly rolled it between the thick fingers; his raspy murmur drove you crazy with sensations.
"Try a little harder, 'kay? Because baby, if you struggle to take that brat, what are you going to do with me, huh?"
You hate that Satoru wasn't even exaggerating. After gagging on his fat cock, you were more than certain that you had to work for that.
Suffice to say, his words finally pushed both you and Ajax; he bottomed inside you with a throaty groan. Slowly withdrawing his hips, leaving just a tip inside you, he thrusted back. That rough, punishing rhythm knocked every plausible thought from you. Your cheating husband was the last thing on your mind, not with the way Satoru's digits drew tight circles on your swollen clit, and the long drags of Ajax's cock against your walls. He carded his fingers through the ginger hair, brushing it away from the forehead. A cocky, arrogant chuckle followed.
"That old prick hadn't fuck you at all?"
Ajax slurred against your lips, pulling away after the sloppy, messy kiss, all tongues and saliva. Jaw slackening from all the ecstasy, blissed out, you could only muster whined-out versions of their names.
His hand came to cup the back of your head, angling it for better access. The last you expected from that…arrangement was momentary weakness, swirling in his deep blue eyes — the shade way darker than Satoru's, rather resembling a deadly ocean than a calm breeze. You stared, unblinking, as their void pulled you in deeper and deeper.
Almost echoing with his harsh thrusts.
"S-so g-good, oh, yes!" A sudden cry left your lips; your body shuddered with pleasure once again when Ajax expertly angled his hips to plummet at your sweet spot.
"There?"
"Yes, yes, yes, ha-harder, please!"
"Oh, I'll give you harder, madame."
You barely heard Satoru's breathy laugh, something about lines of "don't try too hard, punk", but the restraint in his voice and the shortness of his breath were a deadly giveaway.
The lewd sound of the balls slapping against your thighs and backside filled the room. Ajax kept his promise, driving his cock inside your spasming harder and harder. As if he intended to erase every memory of your husband with the sheer power of his magic cock. You weren't going to lie — he was insanely good at this; his length reached all the spots inside, the mushroom tip prodding at your cervix, kissing it passionately.
"I am close, so close, fu-fu-u-ck!"
"Inside," you whispered immediately. His cock pulsated violently, the balls tightened with the need to empty in you, and you easily granted that wish. The thick creamy seed flooded you, so much that it shamelessly oozed from your quivering hole, rolling down your trembling legs and staining the red sheets beneath you.
As your orgasm washed over you, you wondered.
If Ajax felt like that, all long and veiny, how would Satoru fuck you? Were you going to make it out alive?
"Relax, angel," Satoru drawled playfully; the teasing drag in his voice was enough for the blush to creep your cheeks almost shyly. Another delighted giggle left you when Ajax's hands surprisingly gently rubbed the skin of your inner thighs; the giggle, however, quickly morphed into a gasp — he lewdly licked each finger, now coated in remnants of pungent cum and your juices.
You tried to look away, really did, but the view was too sinful to tear your gaze apart. Until he decided you had enough gawking and pulled you into a kiss, his tongue dancing with yours, letting you taste your own taste.
"Feel that? Sweet, isn't it? I could eat you for the rest of my life." A boyish grin broke on Ajax's face at your bewildered nod. He almost dipped for another kiss when Satoru firmly cut him off and…swiftly manhandled you. You clawed on his biceps to find your balance, now all spread on his torso for both men to feast on you. Facing Satoru, you let your half-lidded gaze soak into his features: the perfectly sculpted lips, the bridge of his nose, the eyes, those eyes, now turning dark blue with searing lust.
His lips curled into a lopsided smirk. "See something you like, pretty girl?"
Meanwhile, his hand slid down your body, fingertips grazing your spine, and roughly palmed your ass to deliver a loud smack!
"Satoru!"
"Easy there, man!"
Satoru only rolled his eyes, already aligning his glistening cock with your weeping entrance. Your indignant puff and Ajax's half-assed protest fell on his deaf ears. Ajax was already running his hand over your back and slightly pressing on it for a better arch, so you didn't trust his words at all.
You thought you were already familiar with Satoru's sheer girth. Really did.
Turned out nothing could prepare you for getting fucking split on that fat cock. You panted heavily, whined, writhed in his unyielding hold, moaning, and clawed your nails into his plush pecs.
"F-fuck! Slow down, Satoru, ple— oh, shit!"
But damn, you were determined to get him fully seathed inside! The determination to be absolutely fucked out ruled you that moment. Tapping out wasn't even an option.
You still had a lot of things to do, after all.
His abs flexed with an effort not to move. Absent-mindedly, your eyes traced the droplet of sweat rolling down a sharp cheekbone. Your gazes met: his cock twitched violently within you. You couldn't do this anymore and hissed under your breath.
"Are you in yet?"
That bastard — if not for that cock you would've strangled him — lazily tilted his head, making a whole ass show of checking and dragged his eyes back at you with a deliberate shrug.
"A half."
"A HALF!?
Cackling sounds from behind you only added to the whole surrealism of that situation, paired with the wet, sloppy sounds of Ajax's jerking himself off.
Those assholes.
"Fuck you, really. Both of you!"
"I don't want to sound rude, angel, but right now it is you who's getting fucked."
"Well, no, I am being ridiculed now, because —"
The last famous words before Satoru pushed all the way in, successfully rendering you speechless. True sorcery, no less.
Satoru was everywhere, an all-consuming, encompassing force: relentlessly pistoning his hips up, up and up, with that thick mushroom tip deliriously hammering right against your sweet spot, whispering all kinds of dirty things in your ear.
"You're so beautiful, princess. Taking all of me like a good little slut you are. Aw, what, you liked that? You like being called a slut? A dripping mess."
The only response he got was your loud whimper and the violent way your pussy just clenched around him. However, he didn't like it. Harshly gripping your ass, Satoru pulled you on his cock in a punishing rhythm.
"Such a cute cocksleeve for me. Da-a-a-mn, just look at you. Betcha your old asshole would bust just from the sight. You think so, punk?" His searing whisper painted your cheeks in deep crimson. Embarrassed but so fucking horny, you hid your face in Satoru's chest and didn't even hear what cocky response Ajax had.
"No hiding. Eyes on me, angel."
The force of his next brutal thrusts knocked all the air from your lungs. Still, you shook your head with a pathetic whine. Low grunts, harsh hisses, moans, and whimpers echoed through the room alongside the squelching lewd sounds of your cunt being split open; the club music blended into the background.
To your huge disappointment, Satoru's pace slowed, changing to languid strokes and coming to a complete halt.
"No-no-no, please, move, Satoru, please, I need it, need it so bad, I can't!"
"I told you not to hide, didn't I? Bad girls don't deserve my cock, unless," his blue eyes flashed with a weird gleam as he lifted his head, winking at Ajax, already looming over you from behind. His lips brushed against your temple in a mockingly sweet kiss. "Unless you'll learn your lesson."
Too dazed, you limply smacked his chest, brows furrowed in confusion.
Until you felt Ajax's lengthy cock rubbing on your folds and smearing it with Satoru's pre-cum and your slick. Your eyes widened at the slow push and almost popped out of their sockets when his cock sank in your cunt as well.
With a strangled noise, you limply fell forward on Satoru; even his tight hold didn't help from the overwhelming pressure you felt. Ajax bottomed out with a groan, throwing his head back. Another jolt of desire shot through your body as you imagined that fucked-out expression on his boyishly handsome face, with ginger hair sticking to his forehead, his lips shaped in a perfect "O", and a cute pink blush to his pale cheeks, adorned with constellations of freckles.
Satoru snapped his hips hastily, driving his cock even deeper inside you. "Think you can do that? Handle both of us?"
You didn't have much of a choice, did you?
After a couple of minutes of bickering from both men and attempts to somehow accommodate within your velvety walls, they finally found a suitable pace. Unlucky for you, because the sensation of having two cocks snugly move within you, the pressure slowly melting into dizzying pleasure, searing through your body drove you absolutely crazy.
"Fuck, you're so tight, so wet. Feel me there, pretty?" Satoru's voice turned breathy with each thrust and orgasm they successfully coaxed from you. He ran his hand over your belly, pressing on the bulge of his cock.
"'m so full," you whimpered, speech slurred, and whined once again when Ajax slapped your ass.
"She's swallowing me whole, so greedy," chuckling in bewilderment, he spread the globes to watch his cock — the base of it was completely smeared in a write frothy ring — disappear in your cunt. "Greedy needy slut, aren't you?"
A muffled moan was his answer. You bucked your hips in a desperate rhythm to meet Ajax's thrusts. Satoru, a cocky asshole he was, only sped up, grinding his hips against you so deliciously, his pelvis rubbing against your clit. Their gooey cum smeared your thighs, rolling down the expensive sheets of the club VIP room.
And you felt them getting close again.
"Gonna cum," you hiccuped, fucked and delirious from pleasure, grabbing Satoru to somehow anchor you in present and sending glances over your shoulder to check on Ajax. What the fuck was with their stamina?!
"You're tapping on us? Oi, brat, I guess the princess had enough," Satoru brushed the lone strands off your forehead.
Ajax only laughed hoarsely. "I thought you would be tired by that moment. My respect, man."
Satoru clicked his tongue in annoyance and cockily ordered you, "Cum, baby. Make a mess on us."
The world faded into white noise and pleasure after Satoru's words pushed you over the edge. Blabbering their names in a mixture of curses and moans, you tensed around their cocks as your orgasm rippled through your body in shockwaves. A trembling mess, you weakly whimpered something and felt Ajax's collapse next to you on the bed. His strong hand immediately wrapped around your waist, tucking into his side. Now you were successfully sandwiched between two sweaty, muscled bodies.
You were right where you wanted to be.
However, the two men didn't allow you to rest very long. As soon as Ajax gently massaged the sore spots and Satoru thoroughly cleaned you, their hands started lingering on your shaky form with a very clear intent. His lips dragged sinful paths down your skin, somehow ending up lapping at your puffy folds, frothed up with their creampies, and…
"You sure it's alright?"
Your breath caught in your chest as you ran your hand through Ajax's ginger hair, glistening under the room's lights. The shudder ran through his body when the high from the coke finally hit him.
"Don't worry your pretty head about it, angel," Satoru licked the big stripe on your thigh and groaned, snorting a line from your skin as well. His pupils completely swallowed the irises — two black holes, pulling you into their orbits. He sent you a dazed smirk, already diving in to taste his (or not) cum on his tongue, fingers spreading the wet folds for a better view.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" Ajax purred right next to Satoru, blinking in a haze. His fingers were already sinking inside you, curling, stretching, filling you. "And bred, if we're lucky."
"Wanna have a taste of yourself, punk?" Satoru looked at Ajax, brow lazily arched. The veiled challenge in his voice made you glance at both of them in curiosity, thighs already quivering bracketing their heads.
Ajax stared at him for a couple of seconds, examining. The euphoria from coke already took hold over his body, making him nod slowly.
"Bring it on, man."
Satoru didn't waste any time. His large palm cupped Ajax's cheek, thumb brushing against his jawline, and…Satoru kissed him.
A bright smile broke on your face at the sight of two men, who had just ruined you in a way you couldn't even imagine (and bickered with each other all the time).
Ajax let out a muffled moan; even sluggish, he didn't give in to Satoru's expertful tongue — you were more than aware of his skill. No, instead his tongue met Satoru's in a lazy dance as they both tasted each other.
Damn, that was hot. Heat already pooled in the low of your stomach when you dragged your fingers to rub your clit at the sight.
The night promised to be very fruitful.
Needless to say, your cheating husband was furious. Getting the photos and videos of his wife, soon to be very ex, fucked by two gorgeous men certainly wasn't on his agenda.
have you ever tried this one? pt. 2
✩ genshin boys' fav positions x fem!reader
↳ ft. wriothesley, ifa, childe, flins
WRIOTHESLEY fucks you doggy-style because he loves watching his cock slip in and out of you. he's got a perfect view of your plush ass and trembling thighs as he thrusts his hips into yours at a brutal pace. he's rough with you, heavy balls slapping against your ass as he grabs at your throat from behind you, lightly choking you with a scarred hand. with him bent over you like this, you can hear his deep, guttural groans as he buries his cock inside your abused pussy over and over, losing himself in the feeling of you clenching around him... <3
IFA and prone bone because he can touch everything he wants to. a hand squeezing your tits while he pounds into you, or grabbing a fistful your hair if you allow him. you're perfectly tight around him, with his languid drags of his cock pushing your face into your pillow, drool pooling on the soft fabric. it's comfortable, laid-back just like he is, and after he finishes, it's the perfect position for him to caress your body and hold you sweetly... <3
CHILDE is an efficient person who likes getting to the point, which is why he can't control himself with your sweet pussy hovering over his eager mouth, and his throbbing length shoved down your spasming throat. he could swear he's ascending right now, fingers digging into your sides, pulling you down onto his face, tongue flicking over your clit before he presses it into your warm hole. he's addicted to the way you taste, and even if you weren't diligently working on sucking his cock, he could probably cum in his pants just from eating you out... <3
FLINS likes when you take control on top, guiding your own pace as you bounce on his cock. use him as a toy, he loves it. he'll happily lie there and give you as much as you need, cooing sweet remarks at you while he watches your hips rock atop his. he's got good stamina, and he lets you keep going even after he cums inside you once, he just wants to make himself of use to you. it's endearing for you as well, watching his pretty face seize up with unimaginable pleasure as you ride him until you can't take it anymore... <3
fem reader x wriothesley, alhaitham, diluc, neuvillette + childe ( seperate ) ; breeding + creampies. petnames used ; my dear, sweetheart. teasing. multiple orgasms / rounds mentioned in a few. pregnancy + breeding mention in diluc’s. overstimulation in childe’s.
word count. around 1k each. ₊ 𓂃 return to masterlist.
౿ WRIOTHESLEY
“You’re squeezing me real tight, sweetheart. You’re gonna make me think you want something.” It’s a sinful sort of purr, accompanied with a just as filthy roll of Wriothesley’s hips as he buries his cock into you — easily pushing past the tight hug of your walls and pressing up against your sweet spots.
It’s almost cruel how good he is, how well he fucks you when he’s got you beneath his huge body and it makes you quake— grinding out another moan as he teases at your jawline with his teeth. You can barely answer when the next deep kiss of his cock makes your lashes flutter,
“Wrio, p-please—“ Your words choke off, twisting beneath the roll of Wriothesley’s hips and the senseless grind of his pelvis against your clit. His hands are rough where they grab into your waist, but every affectionate squeeze of his fingertips feels like it burns you as he pulls your body back to meet each of his heavy, clapping thrusts.
It only urges him deeper, and you feel the way it makes even him throb when you wrap your arms around his shoulders — hugging him into you as you arch your back against the sheets.
You feel Wriothesley exhale a sigh of his own along your shoulder before he’s following it with a wet kiss, chuckling— smirking. “That doesn’t sound like a request now, does it?” His hips roll into you again, and he makes an easy show of tilting your own up to meet them — angling you in such a way that makes your legs kick out from beneath you. Your pussy squeezes around him so right — you’d think it was answering him back.
He hums again, like it actually is. “Oh no, I don’t think so.”
But then he’s pushing himself lower, and his chest is pressed so tight against yours you can barely take a breath. It makes your cunt quiver at how pliant you feel — buried beneath him while his cock presses into the hilt. He sighs, low and long, “You’re gonna have to speak a little louder than that.”
Wriothesley’s teasing always had a way of getting to you — heightening the way he was able to work your body, taunting and poking at your nerves despite the way his cock rendered you to mere mush. It was an unfair exchange — but it was one you loved so much.
It’s obvious in the pretty look you give him when he pulls back, then forward again as he gives you another thrust. This one makes him cock throb as his brows pinch together, quite telling. “Uh oh, seems like your times almost up so… ugh— you better make it fast.”
Afterall, Wriothesley could only tease you so long before he himself felt like he was going to break — especially when you’re this soaked and this tight, he can barely pull back his hips with the way you’re sucking him back. It’s like you’re trying to milk him, and that adorable little look your wearing seems to have the same thoughts in mind — but he wants to hear you say it.
So he offers you a pace that’s a little faster, rougher despite the way the flames of his orgasms are already sparking along the backs of his shoulders — ignited by the way your fingers are scratching along his scarred skin. But he knows you’re already close, he can feel that himself.
So can you, when your lips finally gather up enough composure to part— moan, “C-cum, Wrio! I want your cum, please!” You gasp, barely coherent but he hears you loud and clear as he buries his cock into you again. Wriothesley’s pace is relentless, fucking you into the fabric of the bed beneath you and driven by the weight of his whole body enough to make it creak.
Yet he still finds it in himself to tilt down at you, exhaling a breath along your features before he lifts a brow, “Oh yeah?” It’s insufferable — the lustful shudder to his voice as he coo’s down at you but you can barely respond when you feel so good. You’re gonna cum, he knows that, so he offers you another smear of his lips. “Well, since you asked so kindly. It’s only polite I provide, right?”
His grip on you is bruising now, and Wriothesley’s next breath is pushed between his teeth as he curls himself over you — burying his face into the crook of your neck as his hands squeeze even harder. “You gonna take all of it for me? Hm?” Another grunt and he can barely hold back.
But he doesn’t have to for much longer when you respond with a choked out little, “Y-yes!” and it’s almost immediately that he feels his composure crumble with that first, shuddering squeeze of your walls around him as you cum.
“Y-yeah? Let’s test that then, shall we?”
It makes you gasp, and Wriothesley groans as he feels your orgasm lure out his own — huge body twitching and pressing you tight beneath him as he tries to stop his pace from stuttering. But that proves near impossible with how well you take him, milking him for every drop as he feels the muscles in his thighs burn from exertion and he wraps his mouth around your neck to groan— burying his low sounds into the velvet surface of your skin as he teases it with his teeth.
Until his pace finally slows and you have to tap your hand against his broad back to allow him to give you some respite, to ease his huge body off of you enough to allow you to take a breath again. But not before he’s offering you another wet kiss against the new, blooming mark on your neck and beginning his sweat-coated withdrawal to offer you another smirk.
It’s a little pinker this time, charming as the heavy weight of his cock still presses deep into your cunt, still throbbing despite how much he’s just filled you up.
“Guess I underestimated you, huh? I’d say you took it all quite nicely. So… think you’ve got room for one more?”
౿ ALHAITHAM
One moment, your lips are parting — barely able to string together a sentence with how deep Alhaitham’s cock reaches, accompanied by the precise and almost relentless pace that he’s set as he fucks you into the mattress. But by the next, he’s completely stilled inside of you — breathing deep as his forehead rests on your shoulder and his chest rises and falls quickly from where it presses against yours.
The sudden switch makes you stutter despite the way your walls are still trembling, stretching deliciously from where he now rests to the hilt inside of you.
“Hey! W-why’d you stop?” Your lips jut out into a pout as you turn your head to try and face him, but Alhaitham pulls back to look at you before you can. He sinks his hand into the pillows next to your head to keep himself upright over top of you, and you find his mused — pleasure-stricken expression to look particularly handsome from this angle.
He hisses as his cock moves slightly within your warmth, forcing him to take a grounding breath. “To put it simply, it seems I’m getting myself carried away today.”
You find it particularly charming actually, the fact that even Alhaitham of all people finds himself overcome with pleasure sometimes. Overwhelmed with how good you feel that he’s had to take a breather before he cums too soon, and that realisation, that you could render such a man to this makes you have to fight hard to bite back a grin.
Though it seems to break free anyway as you give him a giddy blink, followed by a deliberate wriggle of your hips. “You’re so cute.”
Your movement makes him shudder, muttering out half of a moan as his hand that presses into the pillow fists the fabric. And he collects himself once more before he’s tilting his head down at you, “Really now?”
He continues, “Isn’t it to be expected to get caught up in the moment? I’d honestly like to see how anyone could resist you like this.” And then suddenly, it’s almost filthy the way Alhaitham lets himself rest down on his forearms again, accompanying the closer position with an incredibly deep, languid grind of his hips as he presses you down into the mattress. “Although I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon is all.” And he chuckles at how much you only seem to squeeze even tighter.
The pleasure feels suffocating, his cock kissing along the sensitive spots in your walls so perfectly it makes your toes curl from where you wrap your legs around his hips, his body forcing your legs to spread wider so that you can take more of him.
You feel his lips trace along your jawline as he presses his cheek against yours. “It’s actually quite troublesome.” He grumbles to himself despite the way the next squeeze of your walls break off the sentence. His words are almost lost beneath the next groan you manage to pull from him, and Alhaitham squeezes his eyes closed as he takes a breath.
But the sound of his pleasure only makes you twitch around him again before his next words are muttered, hissed at the way you squeeze. “Then again, I might even assume you’re doing this on purpose.” The words are spoken against your cheek as he turns to press his lips into you, accompanied by his deliberately slow, deep strokes. “Which means you’re not fairing much better yourself, am I right?”
Alhaitham’s words make you shudder when they’re breathed along the shell of your ear and your mouth parts to reply, it really does, but then he’s offering you another thrust and you feel like you can barely breathe with how deep it feels like he reaches. He can feel that himself, you’re probably about as close as he is — the dangerous spark of your orgasm beginning to ignite along your inner thighs as your legs begin to shake.
But he’s not done yet as he shifts his weight onto one forearm, letting the other trace down between your bodies as he pushes himself up to make room, and he grunts— teases. “If you don’t say anything, I’ll have no choice but to make my own assumptions.”
Another press of Alhaitham’s fingertips down your abdomen and another slow roll of his hips, making you arch as you dip your heels into his lower back — forcing him deeper as he breathes out another restless grunt. His head falls forward again, knocking his cheek against yours but his pace doesn’t falter for long — nor do his hands as they reach their destination. “So do tell. Unless you’d rather I do something like this instead?”
It’s all too embarrassing really, almost instantaneous the way that your orgasm seems to wash over you with the first press of his thumb against your clit, circling the bud nicely— precisely until he feels your walls squeeze.
But you don’t have much of a chance to bask in that humiliation, not alone anyway because Alhaitham’s not long behind you as he stutters out another groan— louder and lower than the rest have been as he presses his chest back into yours. It feels like you can barely breathe with how close he is, how deeply he’s fucking his load into your pussy as you both cum and you can only stutter and shake beneath him — nails scratching along the width of his upper back as he hisses.
You’re so deliciously tight around him, milking him senseless as he tries to keep his pace but every thrust is almost desperate, stricken with pleasure as your hips clap against his and he fucks you through your orgasm until you’re both a mess of breathes and sweat.
A little sticky, but Alhaitham still looks at you so fondly when he pulls away to smear a kiss along your cheeks, giving you a lidded— handsome look as he hovers himself over you again.
“So I guess that serves as your answer?” He snorts, cock still trembling within your sensitive walls as it softens — plugging the heavy load inside of you for as long as he stays in this position. But his teasing makes you giggle before you’re pushing yourself up to press a quick kiss against his lips, still a little drunk from your orgasm as you respond, shrugging.
“You seem to be quite pleased with it.”
౿ DILUC
Diluc’s want for you could be carnal at times, almost all-consuming even as you feel his thick cock throb from where he sinks it in you from his knees, and it makes your body jolt beneath him with every wet, heavy connection of his hips.
“A-archons— Are you sure about this, my love?” His tone wavers despite how gruff it still sounds, and every thrust only seems to urge your body to tremble from where he holds one of your thighs up against his chest. The angle allows him to admire the captivating sight of you spread out beneath him, watching the way he pushes between the folds of your pretty pussy and almost shakes at the idea of seeing it filled with his cum.
It makes his hands squeeze into your thighs before you hiccup, struggling to answer with how well he’s fucking you.
“Yes, I want it.” You do want it, him— to fuel the fantasy that you know Diluc holds to fill you up, to get you pregnant and he can barely hold himself back at the permission you give him to humour just that.
So it makes him gasp before he praises you, voice trailing off to a groan as he mutters out a tight, “You feel so good.” Though the words are almost drowned out by the sound of his heavy balls smacking against your ass with each thrust, making your toes curl from where they rest over his shoulder.
Your hands slam into the comforter to twist at the fabric, feeling your lashes flutter and kiss along your cheeks and Diluc watches you before your lips part again. Almost crying,
“I need you, please.. Fill me—ah! Fill me up..” Your words twist, swallowed behind jutted out breathes as his hips press into yours and you feel like you can barely think anymore with how deep it feels like he drives into your insides. The blunt head of his cock almost effortlessly presses up against your sensitive spots, and it makes your hips try to twist beneath him as he fucks you into the mattress.
From this position — he can imagine it, the way you’d be swollen with his children, the way your body will grow and mature as you nurture a life and Archons, it makes his cock throb as Diluc finds his pace stuttering. His eyes press closed tightly as he tries to will himself to slow down, to not get ahead of himself as he presses more of himself into you.
His breathing is ragged now but his effort doesn’t yield, “I’m.. you’re gonna make me cum, Sweetheart. You’ll be good and take all of it, won’t you?” His tone calls to you gently, dipping into your hormone-clouded mind as he lures you back to him with a particularly deep stroke.
It makes your back arch as you pull at the sheets again and your pussy quivers around the shaft of Diluc’s cock as he falters once more, grinding back into you as you mutter out a response. “I will! So please give it to me—“
Your words feel like they spill out of you but your lover hears them loud and clear as he bares one of his large palms down on your stomach — allowing him to feel even deeper as your eyes all but roll back. He groans at the way your walls hug around him at the sensation, “Then allow me to take care of you.. I always do after all.”
And then Diluc’s hands stroke over the surface of your stomach with his next thrust, his thoughts making his hips find their rhythm again— swollen, pregnant, his repeats like a mantra in his head. His next breath is groaned, low and ragged as his cock presses particularly deep. “Archons, you will be beautiful. You a-are beautiful.” And suddenly the pace of his thrusts grow faster with his praise, like he’s fulfilling his promise as his grip on your skin turns bruising.
That’s all it takes to ignite the spark before it feels like it burns across your nerves, and your orgasm washes over you after a few more deep pushes of his cock. It hits you so fast and so good, that you can barely speak— lips parting in a silent scream as you try hard to resume your breath.
But he’s not faring much better himself. Diluc gasps before he moans— but he doesn’t hold back, not when you’re panting and murmuring with each shockwave of bliss beneath him. It’s like your body is begging for him— for his family, his children, his cum, and the vibration of his groans begins to echo somewhere deep within his chest as his cock thickens inside of your creaming cunt.
He only needs to look at you, so pretty beneath him as you gasp his name before he’s following you off that edge into bliss, cumming thick and heavy inside of you with an agonised groan as he grinds his cock into you.
It’s like Diluc’s primitive instinct to breed takes over as he continues to fuck into your messy, sensitive pussy. Until you’re shaking and he’s all but curling over you, almost folding you in half with the thigh that still presses against his chest as he fucks his load deep inside of you. He only slows to a smooth grind when you’re both spent, and a mixture of your shared cum is smeared along the inside your thighs.
The final withdrawal of his cock allows him to admire the sticky ring that’s gathered around the base of him — like a trophy of your pleasure.
It makes Diluc swallow loudly as he admires it, before with his next breath he’s making sure to massage at your thigh — ensuring there’s no ache with the way he’s had it pressed upright in your position. He makes sure to press a sweet kiss against your ankle before he rests it softly back down on the mattress, and then he looks at you again.
His hand rests gently on your stomach again next, gently— before he follows the touch with a few shallow thrusts to accommodate the thick rush of cum he unloads inside of your puffy walls. He clears his throat before he speaks, “I—ugh, I think that should be enough, although I don’t mind going another round.”
౿ NEUVILLETTE
Your time spent wrapped up in the sheets in Neuvillette’s quarters were always quite intimate, intoxicatingly so when you feel his hands appreciate the push and pull of your body as he rocks himself into you. It was no surprise that the Iudex was huge, stretching your walls to their limit no matter how often he fucked you — but if anything that only made you feel even wetter as you both lie on your sides facing eachother.
You’re soaked, pussy like silk as you hump yourself up into the slow grind of his hips and the smooth movement makes you melt into his broad chest as his lips rest against your temple. It’s only for a moment before one of his hands are on your jawline, and he’s tilting your face up to admire you as he offers you another thrust.
“It’s quite easy for me to appreciate your beauty like this, my dear.” Neuvillette’s words catch as he looks you and you feel his cock throb as you both share a blink. The praise makes your toes curl as you work yourself into the encouraging pull of his other hand— squeezing into your hips as he offers you another trembled breath.
He’s close already, as are you with how well he fucks you — though the pace he’s set isn’t fast, he still works with such. precision that it doesn’t matter. Every press of his hips is driven by his knowledge and love for your body, easily pressing up against the spots that he knows first hand make you squeeze him tight, exhaling across his features.
It doesn’t take long before you can feel your orgasm beginning to tease you so dangerously close, and Neuvillette offers you a lidded— hungry blink when he feels the way you tremble, whining.
“Will it be too much?” He asks earnestly and you immediately know what he’s referring to when it’s followed by a particularly stuttered thrust. His hand on your hips pulls you back into him, hips pressing flush up against his and it feels like he reaches so deep it makes your response stutter.
“N-no, I can take it.” You say confidently, but your insides feel like they curl and ache when you watch Neuvillette’s lips part to moan at your reply.
“If you’re certain. I must admit… I’m quite fond of the idea, it has been quite difficult to deny you of it for this long.” There were instances when you seen the Iudex’s features appear quite like this. Something glowing beneath the usual gentle exterior, something hungry and carnal — he’s giving you that same depth of expression now as his fingers twitch into your skin and his next thrust presses so deep, almost too deep it feels like it steals your next breath.
“So allow me to finally satiate that thirst of yours, my dear.” Neuvillette’s words are whispery, choked off when his fingers that previously held your jawline tremble and drift from your face. You feel them hook around the back of your neck instead as he pulls you in to press his forehead against yours, and he continues to work your body closer, angling himself in such a way that makes the feeling of your organs rush through your veins.
It doesn’t take long, a few more deep thrusts accompanied by the intimate position and he looks at you from where you’re pressing against him. Your thighs lock first before you’re arching, orgasm hitting you so hard and good it almost makes you cry as you grab at the ivory planes of the Iudex’s skin.
It’s almost immediately that Neuvillette follows you, it was always particularly hard for him to resist the first trembles of your orgasm around his cock, pushing him to his sensitive end as he spills his load inside of you with his next stroke.
Though it always surprised you how much he came— despite how well he fucked it back into you, you would always feel the creamy mixture squelch out from between your folds as he slowed his pace to a grind. You can feel it making a mess of your thighs, pussy— his sheets, but he still held you close before beginning to pepper you in kisses.
Like soft little angel kisses across your dazed features before he’s finally slowing to a grind, leaving you with the sensitive, buzzed high that you feel now as he hugs you.
Neuvillette allows you both to lie there for a few moments before he makes his first movement to clean you up. His aftercare was quite sacred to you both, but when he initially feels the first wet press of his cock slide from it’s way between your walls — he can’t help but find himself looking at the space it’s just left as you still rest on your side.
His hand rest softly on your thigh as he pushes himself up to his knees, and the weight of his touch urges you to roll onto your back — leaving your thighs spread as his gaze lingers on the mess that’s left between them. You hear him swallow loudly before he speaks to you,
“It would be a shame were you to let it go to waste.” And it takes you off guard when Neuvillette quickly reaches forward to gather some of the thick load on two of his fingers. He boldly presses it back between your folds, fingering it into your still quivering walls with soft movements and he seems to like the way it makes your legs kick out. Still so sensitive as he offers you a gentle… almost innocent look.
“Though… I think I could get quite used to this sight.”
You don’t notice the way his cock twitches again, and he swallows loudly before he’s giving you another lidded… telling look. It’s that same carnal look… the more animalistic, wild one. Before he mutters, more so to himself,
“Yes, definitely.”
౿ CHILDE
You wonder how Childe seems to have so much energy. It’s a thought you have often when he has you like this, squeezing your hips from where you’re spread out beneath him — thighs shaking when he gives you a shallow, teasing thrust of his cock. The sensitive spots inside of you feel swollen, aching with the pleasure that he’s pulled from you so far.
But then you feel his lips trace and mouth at your throat as you head tilts back, and you can tell he’s nowhere near done.
“Not holding back now, are we?” Childe hums, almost chuckles as he handles you. His hands squeeze into the flesh of your hips and his next thrust sounds even louder, squelching wetly as he presses out a mixture of his last load and your cum as he pushes his cock into the hilt. You’re surprised he can even keep going himself.
But then his teeth tease at the pulse point in your throat and you feel your pussy still squeeze despite the overstimulation. It’s spent and softer as his words press into your skin, “Don’t go giving up on me now, not when you were raring to go a moment ago.”
You don’t know how many positions Childe’s pulled— folded you into by now, how many orgasms he’s ripped from your poor quaking body. But still your pussy squelches like it wants more and that makes the Harbinger over you grin when you offer up a soft, sweet little mewl at his words.
“Thats more like it.” There’s a darkness to his gaze— a greedy, insatiable hunger that only seems to fuel his next thrust. It’s a deliberately deep kiss of his cock that eases him up against those same aching spots on your walls, and with your increasing fatigue— you only seem to be more sensitive.
Your next orgasm feel like it creeps up on you even faster than the last one, but Childe offers you another croon before he’s finding a clapping pace again. His lips still smear and purr wet kisses along your throat as you offer the space up to him, basking in the way he fucks you into the mattress despite the way his cock is no doubt begging for relief itself.
“I might say you’re fairing quite well.” He praises you with the next dull squeeze of your cunt, and you can’t help but arch up into his chest — pulling him closer as if your body’s been trained to do so.
“Hah, not bad.” But as much as Childe seems to like that, he knows that that’s not the best you can do — so he doesn’t let you off too easily. Instead, he only seems to push his cock even deeper, making you tremble and soak the sheets beneath you as his pelvis presses up against your puffy clit. Until you choke on your next moan and he mouths at you again, “What’s another now, h-hm?”
His fingers squeeze into you, vice grip angling you up into his hips and unable to escape from the next deep thrust of his cock. Your orgasm is more of a dull ache this time, it’s lost its usual edge with how much you’ve cum already — but it still makes you kick out your feet, trembling completely beneath the Harbinger as your walls stutter and squeeze around his cock.
And for the first time since you’ve started you feel Childe’s pace lose its rhythm — though only momentarily before his lips are parting and he’s spilling another half-hearted load inside of your already full walls. You’re surprised he’s not shooting blanks by now, you actually find it to be quite impressive when he pulls back to give you another lidded, dark look.
It makes Childe chuckle when your teary eyes blink up to meet him, “I really do like that expression you’re wearing.” His words hiss as his cock softening slightly from his orgasm, but still he opts to press it into you again — even despite the way it makes his thigh twitch, the head no doubt red and aching by now.
It’s so much, you can’t stop shaking beneath your pleasure and your long past being able to string together a sentence now. You can feel the sweat sticking to your skin, soaking the sheets as the mess of cum between your thighs eases the next slow thrust of his soft cock.
It’s like your body wants to run from the pleasure instinctively, heels digging into the mattress as you push yourself away from the next grind of Childe’s hips, and given his not even half-hard state right now — you manage to have the length of him drawn out of you. Though the movement only serves to allow the loads he’s buried in you to leave such a mess, smearing along your sheets and body as you writhe, sending him a teary pout.
But even despite the way he’s breathing hard, slick with sweat — he has no trouble reaching over to dig his hands into your hips and pull you back. Your body is so pliant he’s able to do it with such an ease, and you feel him press his still soft, sensitive cock against your slick folds when he leans down to kiss you.
Despite the grin he’s wearing, his words call to you so gently as his fingertips massage at your hips— almost pleading for more of you.
“Hey now. Had enough already? If that’s the case, I supposed I could allow you a little respite.”
f!reader x wriothesley x childe x alhaitham x diluc nsfw
you stumble upon 4 men at the ancient city's finest hot spring and find that they're more amused by you than you thought.
cw: nsfw, minors do not interact, multiple positions, semi-public sex, they take turns, overstimulation, eiffel tower, shameless smut, unprotected sex
wc: 1.5k
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"don't you think you've had enough?" a very disgruntled diluc says, his dark red eyes following the way your body moves up and down on the dark haired man seated in the pool.
"can you blame me?" wriothesley answers, shifting his hips ever so slightly, causing you to whimper in pleasure. your left hand grips his shoulder, nails digging into the damp fabric, and your right hand settles against his scarred abdomen, a feeble attempt to balance yourself.
"yeah, when's it gonna be my turn?" childe says from outside the pool, seated in a bed of pillows and biting some fruit as he also watches you with a hunger in his eyes.
"after me, of course," alhaitham answers from behind you, his leg sifting in the water causing waves to hit your back.
your voice interrupts their conversation.
you let out a soft moan, both your hands gripping on wriothesley's shoulders as you get closer to your release. he rests his hand on your clothed hip and thrusts up into you.
"that's it," he says, his eyes dark as you bounce on his cock, "you can go faster than that."
your head spins and you rest it against wriothesley's chest, thinking back to roughly 30 minutes ago when you stumbled into the men's section of the hot spring. the four men that greeted you were way welcoming than you'd thought. 'why don't you come join us?' the red haired man had said, turning back to look at you first. that's truly when your troubles had started.
well, you wouldn't really consider them troubles anymore.
not when wriothesley's cock was making your vision go white with pleasure, not when you were clenching around him so tightly you could feel him throbbing.
diluc's voice breaks through your thoughts as his arm grabs yours.
"alright, that's enough wriothesley," he quips, "i've been waiting-"
"wriothesley!" you exclaim suddenly as the aforementioned man finishes inside you with a soft groan, his scarred hand gripping your hip roughly.
"thanks," he says simply, easing out of you just as diluc pulls you to him in the water. your legs feel like jelly and pleasure still swims in your vision. you feel empty, missing the feeling of wriothesley's cock more than you'd admit.
but your focus shifts to the red haired man in front of you. diluc gently kneels you down in the water and puts a hand under your chin, angling your face up to meet his piercing gaze. he moves back to lean against the edge of the pool and you notice how he hardens under his robes.
"alright. open your mouth for me," he says quietly, earning a whistle from childe at the other end of the pool. diluc gives him an angry side eye, almost as if saying 'wait your turn.'
you do as he says, pressing your hands on his strong thighs as he lifts his toga and his cock springs out right next to your awaiting mouth. you take him, licking his tip before slowly engulfing your lips over him.
"that's good," diluc groans out. you look up to see him already looking down at you, his hand snaking into your hair. he bucks into your mouth, holding your head in place, and you moan in response, pressing down on him further.
"this is taking forever," alhaitham says suddenly, his voice closer than expected. you hear wriothesley's low laugh behind you, the sound sending sparks straight to your core.
alhaitham lifts your lower half in the water, kneeling so he can press against your ass. he bunches up your dress and grips your hips as if aligning himself with your already wet cunt.
"seriously? just wait your turn-" diluc stops, groaning out at the feeling of you taking him deeper. his sounds make you throb and he's so full in your mouth, tears brim at the corner of your eyes.
alhaitham runs his fingers down you, smirking as he earns a whimper out of you from him rubbing your puffy cunt.
"good," he simply says, deeming you ready enough, and you feel the tip of his cock slowly push into you. you moan out, the sound muffled by diluc's cock, and the vibration makes diluc groan again. he grabs your hair tighter, thrusting into your mouth faster.
"you're still so tight," alhaitham whispers, pressing in further, causing your eyes to roll back as he slides in. he moves quicker, connecting your hips together as your limbs go weak. pressure builds in your stomach again, curling low and deep, practically begging for release.
it's all too much, the feeling of diluc's cock in your mouth, the feeling of alhaitham harshly thrusting into you, the feeling of the warm water lapping at your curves.
the tears in your eyes spill and you moan right onto diluc's cock as you finish, the pressure exploding low in your stomach. diluc grunts in surprise as your hand travels up his abdomen. alhaitham lets out a small sigh, feeling your walls clench around him tighter. he grips your hips as he fucks you through your orgasm and you can only whine shamelessly on diluc's cock.
"oh archons i'm going to-" is all diluc can say before he releases right in your mouth. you swallow, tears rolling down your cheeks. diluc slips out of your mouth but keeps his hand under your chin, moving your face up as if to see if you swallowed. he pats your cheek gently and adjusts his toga.
"p-please-" you stammer, "it's too much.. it's-"
"we're in a public place," alhaitham says, "do you have no shame?" he teases, but keeps fucking into you as your ass ripples against his hips, getting closer and closer to his release.
"clearly not," childe answers for him, "who willingly agrees to this arrangement?" he laughs, the sound playful despite the obscene acts taking place in front of him.
but really, could you blame yourself? four of the most eligible men in the ancient city had practically invited you in. how could you have said no?
"it feels-" you start but moan instead, gripping the edge of the pool tile in front of you. diluc smirks down at you, looking at your completely fucked out expression.
"i know it does," alhaitham says with one final grunt, finishing almost immediately after. you gasp at the feeling of being filled up twice but his hands hold your hips in place.
"you sure took your time," wriothesley retorts, smirking at the both of you in the water. alhaitham gives him a look, sliding out and fixing his robes haphazardly.
"i have an idea."
the three of them turn their heads to the end of pool, seeing childe wade his way through the water. diluc raises his eyebrow in interest.
"let's make this a competition," he says as he lifts you up bridal style with the biggest grin on his face.
"he always does this," diluc quips, watching as childe lays you down on a pillow. your core wracks with aftershocks of pleasure. you're too overstimulated to even think.
"then i'm leaving," wriothesley states.
"what? too scared that i'm the best for last?" childe says as he trails a hand down your face. he cups your cheek, kissing you as he lays his body weight on top of yours.
"not really," alhaitham answers him, sitting back at the edge of the pool.
"well you should be," childe answers back and without any warning, aligns himself with your cunt and slides in.
the feeling makes your eyes widen and your hands fly to his biceps, squeezing them meekly.
"it's too much ple-" you whimper but part your legs further for him.
"shhh," he puts a finger to your lips, "how does it feel?"
"s-so good," you moan out and childe stifles it with another kiss to your lips. he connects your hips and you practically feel every vein on his cock as he slides in and out fervently.
your legs lock around his hips as his pace gets faster.
"childe d-don't stop," you whine as his cock brushes up against that spongey spot inside you. he pins your wrists above your head with one hand.
"wasn't planning on it," he answers. then, without slowing his pace at all, he looks up at the three men watching you.
"did you hear that?" he says, "don't stop," he mocks you. a slow smirk etches his features.
"doesn't prove anything," diluc states from across the pool.
"you'll see," childe says, turning back to you and snaking his hand to your neglected clit. he rubs circles on it fervently, timing it with his thrusts. you throw your head back, the pressure building in your abdomen once again.
"that feels good right?" childe says in your ear, his low rumble lapsing straight to your building pressure.
you can't even answer, you can't even think straight. the pressure snaps and you finish for the second time that day with a broken sob, digging your nails in his biceps to the point of scratches.
childe stays in you, watching the facial expressions you make with a satisfied look.
"i think i won that," childe turns his head to the other three.
"no way," wriothesley looks over.
"you definitely didn't," diluc states.
"why don't you just ask?" alhaitham says, to which childe finally looks over at you, your eyes glassy with remnants of tears.
"good idea," he says, wiping your eyes with his thumb.
"tell us who was the best."
a/n: ok so i've never written anything like this before so bare with me but that picture was making me go insane...
