YK HOW CLORINDES BUTTON IS FIGHTING FOR ITS LIFE ON HER UNIFORM RIGHT. Then imagine reader noticing it and just tearing it apart and suck her tits. That’s a need fr 🤤
☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Clorinde x dom!Reader
☆ — TYPE: NSFW
☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Nipple obsession 🫶, she gets kinda perved on a lil bit but that's just people looking at her and her whoreass fit like!!! What!!!!!!!, idk what else ngl
☆ — NOTES: Dude how the fuck do her clothes even work. Like I've been staring at it for a while now like what. How???? Anyway it's 1 am sorry if it isn't coherent
Clorinde's buttons are fighting for their lives and so am I
"Appropriate uniform" my nonexistent left NUT how the HELL!!! Is that allowed!!!!!!!
No but seriously it must be such a struggle to watch her walk around like that. Like what. What why what
You couldn't help but stare at your lover's chest—more specifically, her button-up that was practically struggling to hold on.
"..Clorinde?"
She lifts her head to look at you with a light smile on her face, temporarily pausing her movement to put on her shoes, "Yes, my dear?"
You cleared your throat as you leaned on the wall, looking at your eyes still locked onto that same spot, "Do you not get.. you know, a clothing violation or something?"
"Why?" She tilted her head in what is indesputably, undeniably real confusion, "I do not see why I would."
She probably feels it though. Or at least you'd assume so, with how tight her clothes seem to be on her.
"..Nothing. Just, um," you scratched the nape of your neck sheepishly before shaking your head and forcing your eyes on her own, "good luck at work today."
She nods and says her goodbyes before leaving out the door.
Hm.
When you're outside, for some reason you can't help but notice that people are staring at her awfully lot!! It could be because like she's the Champion Duellist so obvs they'd be in awe.........but it doesn't seem like they're in awe for that reason, with the way they look at her restricted chest when they're close enough. Is it just today that they're noticing this?? Or is it just today that YOU'RE noticing them looking at her??????
Whatever it is, it's pissing you off a little (a lot)!!! She has the audacity to say she doesn't know what you're on about when she's being gawked at bc of the same reason YOU were gawking at her for
By the time the day ends you're about to lose it (I would personally 🫶) so you're waiting in your room for her before she comes back, all oblivious to the MANY stares she's had and the. Wardrobe malfunction that was going on there. The moment she gets back, dude POUNCE HER because I fuckin would 😭😭😭
Don't give her time to even think of anything—not like she'll need the time, she'd abandon all trains of thought for once the moment you're both in the mood. Kiss her HARD, she'll happily let you and your tongue lead like a familiar dance between the two of you
What ISN'T familiar, though, is when you grasp onto the opening part of her button-up and tug on it. And not tug on it normally like you would to suggest that she takes her clothes off, nonononono I mean FORCING IT TO SPLIT
She breaks the kiss to ask you what you're doing and that you're putting a LOT of force into-- OH SHIT IT POPPED OPEN!!!! The buttons didn't really need any encouraging by that point but with your help it popped off to god knows where 🤷♀️🤷♀️🤷♀️ but colour her SURPRISED she did NOT expect you to do that
Or did she
Anyway she's quite literally about to complain to you, saying that that was her clothes you JUST ripped open what the heck!!!! But then you kinda easily shut her up the moment you tug her bra down and start paying attention to her tits
Bite em hard, suck em real nice and leave a VERY obvious mark on them so that she thinks twice about wearing things that will DEFINITELY expose her at any given minute. Play with her nipples too, and don't forget to give attention to the neglected side❗️❗️
She'll shut up real quick if you pay SOOO much attention to them, pulling you in even further via holding your head closer to you. She'll even comb your hair too, if you have any :3 though she might accidentally tug on them if you do smth that particularly gives her a shock lol
Atp rip her tights for access too, she won't even care anymore now that you've ripped her shirt open 🤷♀️ she says she has more anyway what's one loss gonna do?? Rip it and massage her clit as you don't stop spoiling her breasts, sucking them as if something's gonna come out if you persevere hard enough, and I promise she'll be breathing so fucking heavily as she begs you for more. More of what? She can't even clarify, the ever so composed Duellist is at an utter loss!!!!!
Plunge your fingers in and you can feel how wet she is, how Easily your fingers just slip into her and move in and out, how her folds practically flutter around your digits from every lick and suck of her nipples like a bitch starved AND possessed
If you curl your fingers a certain way and suck on her tits at the same time too???? Oh FUCK you're ripping out SUCH a huge orgasm from her that has her bucking her hips and grinding them into your palm and you need to fuck her through it!!!! Fuck her through her high and bring her down......and even after that she kinda don't gaf if she's absolutely dirtied her attire atp or made a mess as she drags you off for more, hat probably on the ground and forgotten
She'd care when you're like DONE done though, with her sighing in such a way that you do feel like you should probably help bc you DID still rip her shit apart 😭
But yeah dude everyone can stare all they want but only YOU get the privilege of going feral and tearing her clothes apart just to touch her and taste her in any way you can. Mark her up so that underneath her clothing, as embarrassing as they are, are all the proof that everything under the fabric?? That's all for you babe 🙏🙏
It was the day after, and you were looking at her and her clothing once again.. along with everyone else's looks on her, once again more filled with a mix of filtered lust and quite a bit of jealousy from some of the women due to how form-fitting her attire was.
She did say that she'll make a note to buy some looser versions of her outfit, but...
At the end of the day, it was Clorinde's decision to wear what she wants to wear. And it's not like it's ever hindered her work before—if anything, the fact that it's the way it is probably helps with her mobility somehow, especially when such a chest is sure to be a nuisance when she moves around so much.
..You can't really help but feel a bit jealous of your girlfriend, though. Or maybe possessive?maybe, but such a word feels like you want her all to yourself.
(You do, but still.)
But then you realise that maybe such worries are unfounded after all, especially when you overhear someone speaking of a dark mark on her neck, which she describes as a nasty bite on patrol.
You know it wasn't some random bite though, and it seems that she knows full well she's lying, especially when she sees you and gives you a small smile before pretending to scratch her neck to reveal that dark mark you had inflicted.
synopsis: The season of exams and final grades was drawing near. Fortunately, studying in a group of four is always easier than studying alone — especially when the fourth member of the group is a bottle of wine.
# tags: scenario; friendship; fluff; comedy; kinda drama; modern college!au; exams time; swearing and joking; alcohol use; rather sfw
includes: female reader ft. xianyun & clorinde {genshin impact}
A moment of focus was once again shattered – this time by Clorinde’s carefree laughter and the soft sip of wine being poured into delicate glasses by your hand. Only Xianyun still clung to the illusion of composure, a picture of studious resolve, as if she had truly come to your apartment with the singular goal of studying and mastering the vast material before the looming exam. And yet, even she couldn’t resist the pull of the atmosphere – a giggle escaped her lips as she accepted her glass with quiet gratitude and chased the taste with a salty cracker.
Your field of study had always been... interesting. Whether one found it easy or impossibly difficult depended entirely on perspective — but what couldn’t be denied was the sheer mountain of work it demanded. Countless readings, never-ending projects, dense material that expanded tenfold every exam season. This was your final year – the very last stretch of this academic chapter – and yet, somehow, it felt just like the others. Another round of revision sessions, another evening of too many highlighters, coffee cups and inside jokes. It had become tradition – a rhythm etched into your lives.
Every six months, like clockwork, the three of you would gather. To study. To create. To drown in paper and survive on energy drinks and mutual panic. You checked out books from the library together, flipped through dusty journals no one else dared to open, sat shoulder to shoulder at cafés with laptops humming and pens tapping. You attended every class as a trio, shared notes and lectures – and often, sandwiches too. It was more than a habit. It was your era – your precious, fleeting time of student life, lived together.
And so, this final session held weight. Symbolic. Sacred. Saturated with more laughter, more wine, and far more sweet and salty snacks than any of you dared admit.
“...Do you girls remember our first exam with Professor Rosenthal?” You asked, your voice catching as a tear slipped from the corner of your eye – not from sorrow, but from laughing too hard at something your green-haired friend had just said.
“The old man with the long mustache and the shiny bald head? Of course I do... That was my first and only failed exam in the entire program!” Clorinde groaned, letting her head fall dramatically against a pillow like a defeated heroine in a tragic play. You and Xianyun couldn’t help yourselves – both of you burst into laughter, loud and unfiltered. Yes... it had been a ridiculous time. And yet, somehow, it was a golden memory now.
“That final was arguably even worse than Doctor Korolyova’s assignment...” Xianyun muttered, rolling her eyes as she flipped absently through her notes, which seemed less like academic material and more like chaotic runes scrawled during a nervous breakdown. You nodded in silent agreement, a shiver crawling up your spine at the memory – your muscles still remembered the anxiety that exam had induced.
As your gaze drifted across the room – to your smiling friends, to the half-empty bottle of wine tilting at a dangerous angle, to the floor littered with books, papers, notebooks, pens and sticky notes in every pastel color imaginable – something shifted in your chest. A strange, quiet ache bloomed. The kind that only comes when joy and nostalgia collide. You smiled, just a little, as you watched your two closest companions bicker over potential exam questions with the seriousness of generals preparing for war.
You knew the tears would come later – they always did. Not now, but perhaps in the quiet after all of this was over, when your apartment would be silent again. When the exams would be done, and the late-night study sessions would become memories instead of routine. You’d cry not out of sadness, but out of overwhelming gratitude – for these years, for the laughter, for the mess, and most of all, for the friendship that had taken root and bloomed in the midst of deadlines and chaos.
But that moment wasn’t now. Now, you had five days left.
Five days to hold onto this time, to cram as much knowledge as you could into your exhausted brain, to underline one last sentence, to drink one more cup of wine, to share one more half-hearted summary and another laugh. And so, you turned back to your notes – pen in hand, heart full – and let yourself return to the beautiful madness of it all.
previous day ; yumemizuki mizuki ♡ next day ; freminet and escoffier
