— 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐗 𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
FANDOM: Genshin Impact
TAGS: OOC Pantalone, Sub!BotT!Feofan, Shapeshifter!Dom!Top!Reader, Could be considered Zandik x Feofan, Unhealthy Coping Mechanism, Belly Bulge, Rough Sex, Unrealistic Sex, Minimal Plot
PROMT: After Zandik's 'death', Feofan finds himself requesting a special service from an old friend.
REQUESTED? No
A/N: i LIVEEEEE
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The sound of a lighter echoes through the quiet room, catching your attention instantaneously from where you lay beside your companion. Two naked bodies lay upon silk sheets, the aftermath of your passion strewn all over your bodies, dried and crusty, but neither of you cared to clean up.
”You’ve been smoking more… thought you quit that after you got your new lungs?” You mumbled as your gaze fell upon the cigar in Feofan’s hand, watching lazily the way its smoke curled in the cool air.
He didn’t look down at you as he responded, “A few won’t ruin my lungs that quick. Call it a… test of durability.”
What an ass of an excuse. You rolled your eyes and simply cuddled up closer to Feofan, feeling his cold body against your warmth. You knew the truth—why Feofan had been requesting your ‘services’, why he had a new supply of cigarettes to smoke. Everything he was doing was to distract himself from feeling the grief of Zandik’s death.
Even if it didn't help him at all.
You traced down his chest, scraping your fingernails against his pale skin. You see the way his breath stutters as his chest rises. But you know it's not because of 'your' touch. As he turns to look at 'you', he's met with the man he truly wants. Zandik. The way his eyes gleam in the soft light of the lamp behind him reflects his longing. Longing for his deceased lover.
Now in the form of Zandik, you smile, mimicking the doctor with ease.
Without another word, you were trapping Feofan between your arms again, staring down at him, making the sheets that covered you both slip down, exposing your bare bodies to one another yet again. This was probably the only way to get Pantalone to stop smoking, at least for the night.
With the same cadence and the same playfulness, you spoke, "Come now, Feofan... I am aware you took some pleasure when I dissected you, but it'd be quite troublesome to find you a new pair of healthy lungs."
The regrevator's lips curled into a smile as he let out an amused huff, then turned away and smothered his cigarette in the ashtray on his bedside table. This wasn't healthy for the Regrevator at all, but that didn't matter. This wasn't healthy for you—your unrequited feelings for this man—but that didn't matter, either.
Leaning down, you brought him in for a kiss, sharing one slowly, savoring the taste of him, smoke and all. Even if you were playing a part as the doctor, at least you were here, able to make love to him, to hear him moan, even if it wasn't your name that fell from his lips.
"Hm... how about another round, Feofan?" You whispered into his ear.
Immediately, arms were wrapped around your neck, and you had your answer: a breathless murmur, "Please..." A plea that he'd never let anyone hear, yet here he was.
You chuckle and find your hand cupping his cheek, watching as Feofan leans into it, eyes lidded, meeting your gaze with that sultry look of his. Oh, this man... this illustrious man. His hands wandered down your back, sending shivers down your spine. Your hand left his cheek, trailing downward to find its place at Feofan's hip, your other hand still beside his head to hold yourself up.
Then, you asked cheekily, "Tell me what you want, Feofan."
He only rolled his eyes. "Touch me. Pleasure me, Zandik."
A simple request, really, one you've masterfully fulfilled every single night. You repositioned yourself so you were between his legs, burying your face in his lower abdomen, nuzzling against his happy trail while your tongue tasted his skin. "Mm..." he tasted just as delicious; you could almost eat him up, but you'll settle for eating him out.
Moving down south, you lifted his hips so you had full access to his gaping hole, still dripping with your seed. The sight was one you wished you could photograph and frame... the way your cum dripped out of him, trailing down the curve of his ass, seducing you without even trying. His hole seemed to wink at you before you greedily pressed your mouth against it, tongue probing it further open.
The symphonious sound of Feofan's moans filled the room, making you twice as eager to fuck him. You tasted yourself as you explored the familiar walls of Feofan's hole, occasionally pulling away to trace his pucker before diving back in. As you did so, you began to nudge at Feofan's tense balls with your nose, stimulating the man further.
You absolutely overloaded your senses with him entirely: smelling him, tasting him, hearing him, touching him, seeing him.
"You taste absolutely delectable, Feofan..." You purred as you pulled away for a moment, hands moving from the regrevator's legs to wrap around his shaft instead, stroking his already-hard cock before you dove back in, slurping up your own cum from Feofan's pucker.
He was leaking so much of your cum, it was going to waste, really.
Feofan let out a raspy moan, hips bucking into your touch without a care in the world for how pathetic he looked.
"Zandik~" he moaned out.
Tsk.
You started stroking Feofan faster, tongue-fucking his loose asshole until he was basically trying to pull off your hair; the sounds coming from his lips were something you didn’t want to stop.
Inhaling his musky scent, you pulled away, now sucking on Feofan’s balls, making sure to scrape 'your' sharp teeth on him.
“Ah!—Zandik…” he bucked right into you, pushing your face closer, desperate for release.
You chuckled lowly, your hands now stroking his cock faster, feeling the way it twitched, about ready to burst at any minute. “Patience, Feofan.” You murmured against him before you pressed your hot tongue against the underside of his cock, dragging it up until Feofan’s tip, tasting the precum that had been steadily dripping out of his cockhead.
Just to tease him more, you used the tip of your tongue to prod at his slit, digging in while you watched the pure ecstasy it brought Feofan, his eyes rolling back as his hips bucked almost uncontrollably against you.
A simple acknowledgment of each twitch and guttural moan Feofan presented was enough for you to know he was mere seconds away from cumming, so you doubled your efforts, taking the Regrevator's entire length into your mouth with little to no effort. He was long enough that you could feel his tip going down your throat; your teeth scraped against him with the lightest brush as you began to move your head up and down, eager to taste more of his cum.
The intensity of your actions had Feofan tensing up, his legs wrapping around your leg, encasing you, forcing you to keep going, as you obliged with no rebuttal.
"Zandik! I'm—I-" The poor thing couldn't even complete his sentence as he choked on his words, his back arching as he drove his hips upward, forcing his entire length down your welcoming throat as he spurted his cum right down your esophagus.
Of course, you made sure you took every last drop of sperm Feofan gave you, pulling away just so you could taste the last few spurts, suckling his tip for a moment to help him come down from such an intense high.
It's too bad you weren't done, though.
Pulling away from Feofan's cock, you positioned yourself, coating the tip of your hard, eager cock with your own seed, still steadily dripping from Feofan's asshole. The regrator let out a sharp gasp as he turned his head to look at you directly, biting his lip as he lifted his hips in a pathetic display.
Such an adorable man when he's clouded by lust. You smirked, leaning down to capture the man in the sloppiest kiss you could give him, all while you slid back inside Feofan's hole, always so welcoming, always so eager to swallow your entire cock. You took pride in the fact that this was your cock, not Zandik's. What Feofan was losing his mind over, addicted to, was your cock.
You swallowed his moans as they spewed in time with your thrusts, the same unrelenting pace as a few minutes before, exactly how Feofan wanted it. More tears slid down his cheeks as you fucked into him, your lips still on his, swallowing every noise, each choked cry of pleasure. He was beautiful, unraveled. You chuckled as you pulled away, just enough to admire the state you had the regrator in. His eyes were closed, brows furrowed upward, and his lips kiss-bruised.
The sight alone could make you cum, but you wanted to see him submit completely, drunk on the pleasure you were giving him, on the cock impaling him over and over.
You pulled back, giving all your focus to deepening your thrusts, your eyes locking on the bulge forming and disappearing on Feofan's lower abdomen, a testament to your inhuman size.
A soft whimper caught your attention as you gazed up at Feofan's face; your thrusts were still steady. You watched as his eyes cracked open, his lips opening and closing as he watched you... Watching your cock driving into him over and over, making his mind so dizzy. "Zan- Zandik... ahhh~ so... ahh..." He speaks, yet he can't stay coherent, once more reduced to moans.
It makes you laugh. He moans for Zandik, yet it's only you here making him feel this good, your dick making him see stars.
"Oh, Feofan..." You straightened your posture, head leaning back as you enjoyed the massage his walls were giving your manhood. He was about to cum again; that much was obvious, but you weren't planning on slowing down. No, you were too focused on cumming. You had to fill him up again, especially after how much of your cum had already been wasted, dripping from him.
Letting out your own, your hips stuttered when you felt Feofan clench down particularly hard around you, a sign that he had cum, if his high-pitched cry wasn't enough of an indicator.
You could feel yourself about to reach your peak soon after, your breath hitching as you started losing the steadiness in your thrusts, leaning forward now to bring Feofan into another messy kiss as you carelessly fucked into him with reckless abandon.
Finally, after one last, particularly deep thrust, your pelvis against his, you came, flooding his hole with your hot cum.
As you finally planted your seed, you felt Feofan go limp.
"Hah..." You pulled away once again to gaze down at him.
He looked like such a mess... it was adorable. You were glad Zandik was gone. You had Feofan all to yourself. Slowly shifting back into your original form, you reached down, cupping Feofan's cheek as you pressed your lips against his once more, giving him soft, gentle pecks.