using your sweet boyfriend as your little personal dildo :(
he insists he can take it, cumming so many times he's lost track. he lies back, one hand steadily kneading the flesh of your ass, while another shaky hand sheepishly covers his burning face. he's whining, each slam of your hips against his pulling a differently pitched noise from his scratchy throat. he's spent, glistening in sweat, but this sweet, sinful overstimulation is just what he's craved for so long.
you rest your hands on his broad chest, rocking and rolling your sweet cunt over his cock, countless rounds of his cum plugging up your cute little womb. you pry his hand from his face, lacing it with your own instead, and the look he's got on his face right now, is worth every pang of exhaustion.
he's blushing so hard, strands of his hair plastered to his forehead, soaked with sweat. tears tease their way out of the corners of his glassy eyes, going unfocused at the unbelievable pleasure he's getting right now. he's shaking, poor thing, but he wouldn't let you stop until he's totally sure you're finished and satisfied.
"so good... so fuckin' good, mmhm," he slurs out.
he can't even look at you, he knows he'll just end up cumming again. he can't help but praise you, he's so obsessed with the way you're taking him nonstop. he feels the sweet press back when he hits your cervix every other thrust, when he messily and slowly meets you halfway. goosebumps start covering his body, he's so slick with sweat and stimulation that it's kicking his body into overdrive.
and the way you're taking him, tits bouncing, cunt fluttering, he swears he's seeing stars as he cums again, back arching off the bed as he clenches his jaw, filling you up with one more weak spurt of his seed.
warnings: nsfw, dry humping (not for long), humiliation, impact play
“fuuuuckkk, baby,” you hear him rasp from beneath you. “look at ya, you’re doing so well.”
you whine in response, hips bumping against his quicker and harder. each roll of your hips increase in pressure, desperately chasing that friction against your clit. it’s so frustratingly good—but your pussy is aching for skin to skin.
he looks at you with dazed eyes, blown out and fixated on the pleasure and the sight of purely you. his boxers have already shown to darken in the past few minutes, and your panties are quick to follow. every bump of his clothed erection against your aching clit has you pressing down firmer against his crotch. your hands have purchase on his biceps, squeezing the muscles as you beg for more.
“need more—ah—!” you cry as the man beneath you grabs onto your hips, firmly rolling you down in a controlled and precise way to have you drunk. “need it—you—in me!”
“nah, gotta make you cum like this first,” he drawls out crudely, raising one of his hands towards your face. “you haven’t even asked me what i want, dollface. you’ve just been using me.”
yeah, right.
the reddening skin of your hips and your ass from earlier says otherwise. he’s so mean, controlling the way you rub up on him then blaming you—it’s not your fault it feels so damn good. his hand that reached up is now on your chin, caged between his thumb and index finger. it’s to make you look at him—really—but your eyes don’t follow. instead they’re rolled back, off and away to focus on the intoxicating pleasure of his cock twitching against your heat.
“tch, you’re pathetic,” he spits at you. he releases your chin and winds his hand back for a few seconds before landing a slap against your cheek. it’s not gentle—it’s crude and humiliating—but you moan at the impact anyway. he forces you to look at him again, and this time your eyes are trained on his. he stares at you with such venom, like he’s ready to break you apart if need be. “you fuckin’ look at me when i talk to you. got that?”
you mumble out a slurred “yes” before he slaps you again. “couldn’t hear you, pretty. say it again.”
“yessssss—!”
your panties are completely drenched with arousal, and it’s shared as it soaks through his boxers as well. arousal thins out the fabric, and you can feel his cock moving against your clit. you’re dizzy—your eyes are trained on him but you don’t actually see him. all your focus pours into the speed of your hips, bouncing yourself on his lap like there’s no tomorrow.
you can feel it coming—you’re almost past your breaking point. and the way he groans and moans beneath you, his back arching against the pillows and the bed, make it clear that he’s close too. “that’s right, my dirty girl. chase—hah—chase that fuckin’ high of y—yours..”
“w–wanna cum t–together!” your lips find his in a sloppy kiss. your tongue doesn’t hesitate to push back the barrier of his lips, and he allows you to. it’s so dirty, saliva dripping down each other’s chins as your bodies entangle into one another. you’re so tired—but luckily his hands are there to help and guide you.
as soon as he feels your hips falter, stuttering as you reach your high, he takes the reigns. he’s moving you up and down against his cock at a faster rate than before, and overstimulation breaks in for you. he lets out a guttural groan into your mouth as he feels his cock twitch once—twice—and now he’s cumming into his boxers.
the fabric doesn’t do much to absorb it—between your clothed heats—lies a slimey, translucent stream of white connecting both of you.
your body collapses into his, and he catches you with arms wrapped around your waist. you two lie there for a few moments before you can feel his hand slapping gently at your butt, gesturing for you to get up. and you do, raising your hips and one leg off over him.
you think you two are done—until he halts you from lying down. you shoot him a confused, dizzy look, and then you feel his fingers slipping past the waistband of your panties to tug them off.
“thought ya said you wanted me in you, doll?”
a/n: i didn’t know who to write for here’s ur favs x you!!
twink tops ! ? genshin twinks that are actually tops m . list
lyney , the best with his fingers !
lyney is the biggest tease ever , and his fingers ? damn , are they good . he already made you cum 3 times over before his dick even enters you just from his fingers alone .
he's not nice about it either , he's such a mean tease . he cooed in your ear " awh , look at you , already ruined and you haven't even felt the tip of my dick yet , huh ? "
and when his dick is inside of you , his fingers are already working on your clit as he sloppily thrusts in and out . the obscene squelch of your cunt as your wetness seeps all over his dick .
kazuha , the gentle dom !
kazuha really doesn't mind doing all the work , in fact he prefers it to an extent . he loves knowing how you leave your pleasure in his hands , and believe me he repays that trust .
his pace isn't too fast or rough but he still makes you cum over and over and over , yet his voice is just as soft and he's just as composed as he always is .
" ah - kazu ! 's too much , ! " you whined out , to which kazuha only whispered gently in your ear " do you want to stop , dear ? " to which you quickly shook your head no , with a soft sniffle .
kinich , the meanie !
he's so so mean about it , so mean about his thrusts , mean about the way his pixel rope thing is typing your hands together , and so so mean about the way his dick absolutely recks you .
his one hand is gripping the other end of the pixel rope , while his other rests on your hip . he thrusts up into you , making you writhe against your restrains , hard against your poor wrists .
" damn , hold still . " kinich huffs , gripping the rope tighter , as a mean - smack ! - lands on your poor ass . making you hic , and tremble all over .
a / n , anyone wanna guess my genshin main ? no ? okay , .
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.
—short drabbles of their reactions to you clawing at their back during sex ^^
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glad to see the love my first post got, especially considering it was my first time writing and publishing something smuttish, so thank you! please lmk if any of these are ooc (its my genuine pet peeve)
—afab! reader, detailed back scratching (obvi), brief mention of bondage (w/ handcuffs), pet names (sweetheart, honey, etc.)
—characters: xiao, kinich, wriothesley
xiao ♡
he didn't know how to feel when you did it a couple times at first, your nails digging across his back tattoos. xiao was new to this whole sex-thing as a whole. he knew he could drive you up a wall sometimes, even with the most minor displays of worship, but this was another to add to his learning mind. it also allowed him to grasp how sensitive the human body can truly be if treated right.
he loved the way he could make you unravel like a bow on a gift with just the littlest displays of affection. perhaps it was your natural attraction towards him that made you cum so easily.
"okay—" he choked out, his eyes squeezed shut and his hair sticking to his forehead. his thrusts came to a pause, both of you panting in each others faces. his thick length was still, slightly throbbing against your narrow, wet walls. "tell me what this means."
you were a little hazy, coming to your senses. "wh-what?-"
"tell me what it means," he grunted out once more into your shoulder. he sounded determined to know, so much so he forced it out of you by biting your neck, leaving a deep mark, but cautious enough to not break skin. his hips even jerked a little to push you. you admitted it was a habit you had when you reached a certain point of pleasure.
"so... good?" he asked for confirmation in your ear, treading carefully. you nodded, your arms wrapped underneath his, holding to his shoulders.
"does it hurt?" you asked.
he scoffed, resuming chasing a high you both deserved.
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wriothesley ♡
"w-wrio-!" you cried. your nails dug into his back—your nails traveled over his sweaty skin, over the ridges of his shoulder blades and muscles. you both loved it like this.
"can't stay quiet, can you?" he loved the noises that escaped your pretty lips, almost as much as the noises made from going balls deep into your equally pretty pussy. how wet you were, it got him on a high every time. this whole back scratching thing you were doing—this was different, but he wasn't a complainer. no, no, he'd let you do as you please—let you have your fun.
"damn—" he choked out. this room was already hot enough. . . the scent of sex and your combined breaths contributed to that. droplets of sweat rolled down his body. every time he pulled away to thrust into you again. your skin would stick together and unstick, a pattern.
"you're starting to make me think i should've cuffed you, sweetheart," he growled in your ear. you let out a squeal in response. "but i like how you're responsive with your hands."
the marks weren't deep at all, you were mindful enough to not physically cause him pain, but a little discomfort seemed fine by him. he started to speed up, causing the mattress springs to creak and the headboard to thump more prominently against the wall. almost like he was pushing you towards something aside from your orgasm.
"you can go deeper," he encouraged, his hips snapping against yours. "scared of hurting me, honey?"
no matter how loud you were, you always were able to hear when he praised your efforts, or named something you did that he liked. you always obliged, of course.
he dug you out this good 24/7. this is the least you could do.
♡
kinich ♡
"uh-uh."
he gripped both your wrists, bringing them to the side and above your head, staring down at you with a glare. you were surprised, your body immediately tensing at the paused pleasure. his hips stopped moving, remaining in contact to your pelvis.
"so, i give you an inch and you take a mile?" he asked rhetorically. you sighed, rolling your eyes. kinich. oh, typical kinich. "are you forgetting why i'm here in the first place? i'm paying you back, that's all."
"kinich . . . !" you whined. actually, the way you whined his name like that made him subtly grind his hips again. "don't be so cruel to me! you already have all my mora . . ."
in truth, this was his way of paying the debt he owed you—getting ajaw off his hands for a few hours. the most peaceful his life's been in a while. he's only dreamed of scenarios like that. but he thought this was greedy of you, no? he's already been bottoming out for a while inside you, hitting that sweet spot just right that gave you orgasm after orgasm. but this? ruining his back with your nails? was it still not enough for you? greed icked him.
he hesitated on letting you continue, as he was met with a dilemma—would this be a debt you owed him or reverse? because damn, did it feel good. not too deep but not too light, they traveled over his muscles just right.
". . . nobody said anything about mora." he clarified, his face remaining blank. he suddenly got a grip on your hair, gently forcing your head back as he hovered closer to your face. "you did me a damn good favor, [name]. unrepayable, if you ask me."
his hips began to move more prominently, causing little moans to slip from your plush lips. "so i'll let it slide. just once."
he thought about it some more, looking into your eyes.
you're so stuffed full it hurts, the blunt heaviness of scaramouche pressing mercilessly against your deepest point, first feeling like a gentle sharpness seeping into your cunt, bit by bit— alas now, brutally expanding into a thick dagger that teared through you, making your stomach flutter and your legs kick weakly around his waist.
the wreckage between your bodies was sickening, disgustingly filthy, yeah? with the sheets soaked, your thighs sticky and spent, every sinful sound echoing the endless hours he'd spent splitting you open, filling you past the point of reason, his cum leaking from your overstretched hole, smearing wet and hot across your thighs and down to soak into the dampened sheets.
now, scaramouche suddenly doesn't let up and you're wondering if he's spent his entire energy already, yet he stops thrusting out of you completely and doesn't let you move either, instead, he just holds you there, wraps his arms around your frail body which was still impaled so deep you swear you could feel the furious throb of his cock even in your lungs.
scaramouche presses his mouth to your ear, panting ragged and uneven, a broken little laugh clawing free— high and breathless as you knew it, almost delirious with how good you felt squeezing around him, "can i stay like this, please? you're so perfect, so perfect around me, i could stay like this forever— fuck, watch you fall apart without even fucking moving," as your body clenches down, taking him, another hot gnaw of your walls gushing around him turning the man on fire as scaramouche shudders like he's about to lose what little sanity he has left.
⚝ XIAO
you can feel it— the stretch of xiao grinding himself inside you, the crushing pressure too, fuck, the way he's buried to the hilt of your cunt right now, so violently heavy it felt like he's splitting you open at the seams, surely wanting you to properly go through his girth and memories its entire shape.
you can feel every fevered twitches of him too, the way his cock thickens inside your spasming walls and the veins on his length hardening, deepening into your swollen walls until they painfully scratch you, although forever locked in place by the desperate squeeze of your body.
xiao's breath stutters against your shoulder, his sharp teeth scraping your skin as he's too far gone to be gentle with you anymore, your slick dripping between your bodies, pooling a filthy mixture under you both as every time you even attempt to breathe, your hips flinch upwards, sparking another molten jolt of overstimulation that made your toes curl and your gut tighten painfully.
"i can't—" xiao chokes out, voice breaking, but he doesn't move, cannot move, you hear him? the man just stays buried in you, shaking when you play with the hair sticking to his forehead as your warm pussy begins to milk him in slow, unbearable pulses that made both of your heads spin endlessly.
⚝ KINICH
kinich's too big, yeah, that's it, and frankly? it's a miracle how you even took him at all, your whole pussy burning from the stretch as he bullies inch after inch into you— to well, yeah he fit everything inside your cunt of course, there was nothing that the man sought more after other than relishing in the wetness of your constricting flesh moulding to his warmth.
you're overflowing of pressure and your back arches at the mindless spasms of his cock, every lazy throb of his thickness inside you and even worse? whenever kinich slightly repositioned his hips, he'd indirectly grind into your sweet spot deeper, branding you from the inside out.
kinich's breath hitches, his mouth trailing messily down your jaw as he whispers broken, worshipful nonsense against your fevered skin as his cum spills out of you with every tiny shift of your hips, thick and hot and endless— yet he only moans lowly into your neck, cradling your hips to his like he's afraid you'll pull away.
your stomach feels heavy from all of it— thick and weighted with his cock bulging in you as if somebody would continuously press down on your lower stomach in order to have you so very stuffed, on the verge of cumming.
your thighs jerk and seize around his narrow waist, his pelvis muscle tensed so tight it's like your body was trying to trap him and keep him forever, or, hm devour him whole perhaps?
every flutter of your overstimulated walls pulsed a broken sound out of your boyfriend, "stay, baby, stay—" kinich gasps against your mouth with a voice so raw it broke apart, forehead crushed to yours like he's drowning, like if he lets go of you for even a second, he'll be ripped out of you and lost forever, "please, i can't— i can't be anywhere else but inside you, don't make me leave."
⚝ KAZUHA
who could've imagined you'd be left gasping like this, half-choked and frail, twisted up in the brutal shape kazuha had folded you into— with your breath snagging, lungs burning, every heartbeat a dizzy pulse between your legs where he refused to let up, refused to let you go.
you can't think, it's impossible— not when he's seated so deep it felt like he's branded something inside your walls, a black hole carved inside your stomach that only aches for him, the blunt head of his cock catching again and again against your fragile, delicate place that left you flinching and gasping for more, truly lost to the slow, helpless spasms of your own body losing control.
your thighs quivered violently, wasted of his movements, clutching around his waist in a desperate, mindless bid to keep him buried inside— to keep things brutal too, the searing stretch of his cock pressing against your sore, slippery walls which were addicted to how he felt.
every breath hitched on the throbbing swell, on the way your body reacted around the thick, unrelenting weight still seated deep inside your pussy— with every twitch and turn, hot, viscous drips of cum ooze from your hole which only made you clench harder, wanting to be full forever, like your body could mold itself around him only if you begged hard enough.
kazuha's hands tremble where they cradle your face, like he's terrified he'll shatter you if he moves as his forehead presses to yours now, breath broken and stuttering, "you feel so good, it hurts," he whispers against the shell of your ear, as if confessing a dirty secret.
his hips continue to twitch helplessly yet he does not pull out, enjoying the warm tightness of your pussy, yet another wet spill floods into you when you realize he's cum again, your hole milking him hard in response as kazuha groans out your name through a husky tune, like your body alone could tear the soul right out of him.
Listen, Flins is a simple man with simple tastes, but by the archons, don't you look stunning in black. The second you show up to him with that pretty black set, the babydoll nightgown hugging your breasts and the sheer black fabric covering your soft stomach, the pretty inky panties with ruffles on the side of your hips, that man is a goner. All self restrain is thrown out the window as he begs for you to let him stain the fabric with his runny cum, rambling about how he'll buy you a new pair and 10 more.
✶ Varka
Varka likes you in a pretty white sheer set, with sown pale emerald and yellow flowers that glint gold in the right lighting. There's something so arousing about seeing you in his colors. After a long legion away from you, all he needs is the warmth of your body on his when he tugs on your lacy bra strap to bring you closer to his lips as you ride him. His dick crushing your insides.
✶ Wriothesley
White may seem plain and isnt always the first choice, however, paired with the right elements it can make some men go crazy. Wriothesely, for example, can barely stay still as he fucks you from behind, hand holding onto your lace suspenders, slamming your hips back into his. He isnt a sadist, he says, but you know for sure you feel him twitch inside of you when you wail in pain as your lacy, bra rubs over your sensitive skin. Perhaps what gets him going is the sight of your reddened skin under all that pure color.
✶ Kinich
Yellow is a hard color to wear, but Kinich thinks it looks otherworldly on you. But not just any shade, no, it's that one perfect color between yellow and orange, like the afternoon sun sending it's last rays. It makes your skin glow and a part shoved deep into him purr with possessive satisfaction at the sight of that color reminiscent of his eyes. —And don't get him started on lace and bows, this man could go on for hours about how gracious it looks between both your breasts, the soft silky bows bouncing up and down with your rapid breathing as he absolutely devours you like a starved man. Two fingers pushing your panties to the side.
✶ Arlecchino
Alrecchino has her fair share of lingerie, ranging from custom made bralettes from Fontaine to more casual basic sets of cotton undergarments. However, she can never get sick of seeing you in deep crimson and black. Maybe it's something about the way you'd slowly walk up to her as she sits on the balcony of your quarters, wearing nothing but that black lace floral bra, cheeky little panties that squeeze your ass just right and thigh high sheer black stocking, all covered by that sheer burgundy négligée with ruffles at the hem, that makes her want to drag you back to bed and make you squirt on her fingers all over again.
✶ Yelan
Hear me out, Yelan loves your gartners. Especially if it's the one she bought for you that perfectly matches the previous navy set with white accents. When you're high on her lap, hips driving forward as you beg for more friction, both your lips bruised from the kisses you've exchanged for the past hour, she adores slipping one hand under that silky gartner, squeezing your thigh as her other cups your breast under the pad of your bra.
✶ Columbina
Oh my god, mauve. This woman is stupidly head over heels for you and might as well worship the ground you walk on. She'd totally prove that statement by how feral she'd go when she sees your pretty figure draped in her favorite lace mauve corset. The transparent fabric with sewn in camellias those pretty purple bows resting on your hips and soft silk hugging your breasts. Would totally jump you like a wife seeing her husband come back from war.
i dont even watch porn like that guys but i found this absolute GEM like i haddd to share with the class
fem/afab!reader, impact play (slap dat ass🙌), nicknames (baby, princess, lwk good girl)
the sounds of skin against skin fill up your boyfriend's bedroom as he rams into you from behind, his hand slapping your ass for a dizzying mixture of pleasure and pain.
you scream into the pillow below you - the only thing semi-grounding you on your trip to pound town -, taking in full force how his pillows smell just like him. this only added to the allure, for all of your senses are full of him and him alone.
the thought makes you mewl, your cunt squeezing around him impossibly tighter as he grips into the crumpled up blanket holding your ass up.
"fffffuck, you're so tight baby." his voice deepens as he rocks into you even faster. you could only respond with open-mouthed moans as his tip grazed the parts of you that had you seeing galaxies.
you were cumming soon, and he knew that.
"you g'nna cum for me, princess?"
",,yes,," you manage to say from the top of your high. looking back at him, his furrowed face meeting your teary eyes and drooling lips, you ask him, "can i?"
he almost stops entirely. he wanted to launch himself onto you and kiss that blissful expression on your face, but he had to finish what he has started. with one last slap to your ass he commands,
"cum."
and like the goodest girl in the world, his princess, you obey.
