syn: he keeps visiting your shop for some reason . . .
included: kinich, albedo, childe
an: fluff, gender neutral ! reader , bro is making up excuses to see u again , headcanon-ish + short fic
part i can be found here !
⭑.ᐟ kinich
you own a new lil adventure gear shop at scions of the canopy
your shop used to be peaceful
quiet
normal
until one day he just walks in with ajaw spewing nonsense
sooo naturally kinich becomes a regular
obviously... for his commission gears.... totally.....
little do u know gear is starting to pile up in his home
ajaw is tired
ajaw is absolutely tired of watching his servant sneak glances at you like a shy school boy while he's """"busy checking the quality""" of a rope or hook
and how kinich freezes when your hands brush over his while handing him his change
you and ajaw KNOWW he doesn't need new ropes or harnesses everyday
"kinich... you just bought those last week."
"yeah, but these? these are... different, enhanced, high tensile strength. can't risk them."
"HE BOUGHT THEM TO LOOK COOL IN FRONT OF YOU."
"shut up, ajaw. don't listen to him." kinich snaps,
ajaw isnt lying tho
— you don't even need to look up when you hear the door to your shop open.
"we're back, the almighty dragonlord, k'uhul ajaw! along with his pathetic servant, has come to bestow his supreme and divine presence upon yo—"
you blink,
"didn't you guys come yesterday?" you asked with a raised brow,
"no." kinich tries, putting on the most nonchalant and casual face he can before ajaw snaps.
"YES. YES WE DID. and the day before that, and the day before—"
kinich wacks him, sighing. "shut up, ajaw."
you let out an amused sigh, "what are you here for?"
suddenly, kinich is looking around the shop as if he hasn't visited before in his life, before muttering the best excuse he's got for today.
"just browsing." he hums. "browsing WHAT? you've practically bought the entire store's inventory!" ajaw screeches.
you watch kinich turn his back, looking at a set of harnesses on the wall—clearly acting like he hasn't seen the same ones over a week ago.
ajaw quietly slithers over to you. "listen, servant number 2, my pathetic servant has been dragging his pitiful human body back here hoping you will BREATHE in his direction."
you glance at kinich, still staring intensely at a harness he already owns.
"do me—ME, the almighty dragonlord a favor and FIX THIS—MMPH!!"
next thing ajaw knows, kinich is behind him, squeezing ajaw like a stressball. "...ignore him, i'll take this, actually." kinich huffs, holding another harness on his other hand.
you decide to help him save face, moving over to where he’s pretending to care about that poor harness.
you slide your fingers along the strap to demonstrate proper threading—and kinich's hand instinctively follows, brushing your knuckles.
he stills.
you still.
you clear your throat, "it's a pretty standard model, so it's easy to..."
kinich isn't listening.
"right." kinich murmurs, looking at anywhere except your face.
"you really didn't need to come by today, your gear is still new." you hum, kinich finally looks at you, with that deep, quiet intensity he does when he’s about to say something honest.
"...yeah," he murmurs, voice low. "but new gear isn't the only reason that i come."
you blink. "you know you can come see me whenever you want, kinich."
his ears are red.
"...receipt please." kinich mumbles, paying in record time before you could even say anything and leaving.
ajaw trails behind him, his voice booming—"FINALLY, CAN WE STOP COMING HERE EVERYDAY NOW." along with kinich's subtle "no." and ajaw's offended "NO???"— before gradually disappearing as you watch them both leave, flustered.
much to ajaw's dismay,
kinich doesn't plan on stopping his visits anytime soon.
⭑.ᐟ albedo
your art supply shop in monsdtadt has been going well
its cute, cozy, a bit messy
here comes albedo "my charcoal keeps running out" kreideprinz
monsdtadt's prodigy
the knights of favonious' chief alchemist
and your most suspiciously consistent costumer
... and the one who single-handedly keeps your pen aisle alive
for someone who is a genius you'd expect him to come up with better excuses to see you lol
you perk up when you hear the bell to your shop ring,
"hi, albedo. need something?"
"good morning. i forgot to buy something last time." he starts
you blink, "forgot what?"
"...i will know it when i see it."
if u say so albedo......
— there has been a pattern. that pattern is named albedo.
you know he's a talented and magnificent artist and props to him !!! but .... why is he in your tiny art shop four times a week when he already bought everything he could possibly need last week ???
he must be running 300 simultaneous art experiments or he's just really bad at inventory management...
"welcome back albedo," you say, sliding over the counter. "looking for more materials?"
"yes.. i require a new set of .... hm..."
he picks up a single graphite pencil, the exact same kind he bought three days ago. and three days before that. "albedo." you deadpan, "you bought the same pencil on monday."
"ah."
he nods once, like you've made a profound point in a research paper. "you see, this one is for comparative testing." he replies.
"testing what?"
he pauses, thinks. "the limits of... shading." he finishes, visibly improvising. "... it is an ongoing research." he adds to make it sound more convincing. sure, mhm, on going research, that requires him to visit your shop daily.
lately, albedo has been buying—
"i ran out of charcoal."
"... already?" you ask, he nods seriously. "my current project is very demanding."
... said current project must be the size of a cathedral at this point.
okay. sure. charcoal emergency, whatever.
yet you start noticing how he only ever shops when you're working the register, or how he lingers for a suspicious amount of time at the counter, rearranging his coins even though he knows the exact price by now—
"albedo." you call from behind the counter.
he pauses mid-reach toward a watercolor set he definitely does not need. "yes?"
"you don't need charcoal, do you?"
he freezes,
"you bought three packs this week."
"...my project—"
"i know about your project." you sigh, "klee told me how she found it odd that you're just hoarding charcoal in your lab, and how you've been drawing tiny flowers lately. you do not need 50 packs of charcoal."
"i see," he says softly. "i have been exposed."
you grin, "so are you going to tell me the real reason you're here?"
then quietly, "i seem to like the person who works here, you, in fact." he says, as if it was a result or observation from a lab report.
oh.
OH.
"i have.. struggled to explain this phenomenon and feeling properly. so i defaulted to a familiar excuse." he states.
"by buying charcoal every time?"
"precisely."
you laugh—bright and warm. and albedo melts, staring at you like you're the most beautiful gradient he's ever seen.
you slide a small freebie across the wooden counter, a soft pastel pencil in the shade of his eyes. "for your very demanding project," you tease.
he picks it up carefully, like it's something precious. "thank you," he murmurs, "i'll... likely need another soon." he adds.
"oh really?" you hum, leaning against the counter.
he smiles, "yes. i run out quickly."
the lie is obvious,
but you're not complaining.
⭑.ᐟ childe
running a bakery stall in liyue harbor is tiring but fulfilling !!!!
you always sell out fast because everything is delicious and affordable ...
everyone loves buying from you !!
.... so its to your surprise that a certain ginger also happens to love your pastry booth...
bc when you look up
your soul just LEAVES YOUR BODY
because a fatui ??? harbinger ??? is standing in line????
in broad daylight
buying a tiny strawberry cream puff
"sir... here's your change—"
"just call me childe!" he grins,
and this is only the beginning
because he just keeps visiting ???
"don't mind me! i'll just stay out of your way~" he waves,
you mind him
you mind him a lot
one elderly lady approaches your stall in a panic like "dear are you safe?? blink twice if you're being held hostage."
you smile through it
your manager even once pleaded with you on how "business is going well and that you don't need to resort to flirting with a harbinger to bring in money" ?????????
you didn't even do anything ????
one time he approaches the counter after hes done: "if you have a loyalty card, i'm definitely going to max it out."
he looks ... so delighted with himself like he just dropped the smoothest pick up line
you don't know whether to faint, retire early, or start baking faster
— childe comes back. of course he does.
at this point you have just accepted that a fatui harbinger has become one of your regulars, buying cute pastries and giving generous tips like he's on vacation instead of plotting global destabilization.
"so..." he starts, "teucer would love to try the blueberry cheesecake cups from yesterday. i'll need another four."
"...isn't your brother in... snezhnaya?
"yep!"
"...how exactly are these cheesecake cups getting there in one piece?"
he freezes.
you stare.
he stares.
the cookies in your display stares.
"fast shipping?" he tries.
you sigh.
"okay, okay. you got me. they're actually for me." he grins sheepishly. "i knew that," you mutter, unimpressed.
he waits for his order like a puppy waiting for his treat, before one of the costumers approach your counter—"good morning sir! what can i get for you?" you gleam.
"ah, good day.. your pastries are as sweet as you look..."
...is he ... flirting ??? wtaf
you let out an awkward laugh as you try to get this guy's order without also single handedly being forced into giving out your phone number. you're just a humble baker trying to hustle !!!!!
before you can answer, childe appears behind him silently. "hey, comrade." he says with feigned cheerfulness. "want to know which pastry pairs best with a trip to the infirmary?"
the guy is suddenly gone—bolting away from your stall.
"childe."
"yes?" he answers innocently.
"you can't threaten my costumers." you deadpan, a small smile threatens to twitch on your lips.
... you'll let it slide, for now, of course.
one time he's already THERE while you're still setting up the stall, like... fishermen-haven't-even-started-yelling-yet early.
you ignore him while stocking croissants on your glass display.
"rough morning?" he asks cheerfully.
you breathe in.
"you're so..."
he lights up; "strong? awesome? impressive? handsome?"
"...infuriating!"
...
then he grins like you just gave him the highest compliment of his life, "ahhh. so you do think about me, comrade!"
you loudly put down your wooden tray on the counter, "childe, you're here before the street lamps even turned off!"
"that just means i'm dedicated!"
"for what?"
"for supporting small local businesses." he answers instantly with a straight face.
your eye twitches, "... what business does a harbinger have supporting a small local business."
"i can multitask."
you sigh so hard your soul leaves your body, again.
"you come here EVERY day." you groan,
"a dedicated costumer."
"you bought twelve eclairs at 8 AM."
"i was hungry, and some was for my fatui suboordinates! they loved it, by the way."
"...you came back at noon."
"i was hungrier."
"you came again at 3."
he clasps a hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt. "a man's appetite is not for judgement."
"childe—you do know there are other bakeries in liyue, right? why come here everyday?"
he leans in slightly, and gives the most annoyingly charming smile in existence.
"because no other bakery has you."
your cheeks flush to your dismay, and you just want to shove a cupcake in his annoyingly handsome face to shut him up for once. but maybe you wouldn't have it any other way.
summary: a series of trial and error to create romantic scenarios and experience your relationship's "firsts" with kinich
chapter tags: kinich x reader, established relationship, fem!reader, fluff and smut, accidental dry humping to real dry humping, both the reader and kinich are loser virgins
note: please treat this as a comedy first and smut second (this is my first smut fic)
pt.1 // pt.2 // pt.3
OPERATION FOUR: The Big One.
For the past month or two, you’ve been wracking your brain at the – quote on quote – final step of your relationship. Unfortunately, the extended time wasn’t so much used as a means to devise a strategy, as much as you’d like to admit – truth of the matter was you had been putting it off for days on end.
The mental clock that you had personally subjected onto yourself was ticking down fast and you were running out of time. You gave yourself a day or two to simmer a pot of ideas on how to initiate sexual intercourse with Kinich to which was ample time for you to realise that there had been no water inside the pot to begin with. No other way to go about it other than to ask, you thought, but also you just didn’t know how else to go about it.
Simply put, setting it up as a direct question has no demerit. He’ll either politely disagree or bashfully agree – no fuss, no drama, no beating around the bush (or the contrary if the latter happens), just a civil and transparent conversation between partners.
It was a Saturday afternoon when you invited him over, ensuring it was on a day where he would most likely have the least jobs. The two of you were lounging about, relaxing – or as relaxed as you could manage to be – and cuddling on your couch. Here you were stressing about popping out a risque question, whilst Kinich was playing with and twirling the tips of your hair, unaware of the inner turmoil you were going through.
“Kinich…,” you eased into the topic matter, testing out the waters. “Is Ajaw with you?”
“Nope,” he nuzzled himself further into you. “I sent him elsewhere.”
“Oh, okay,” you paused, strategizing your next course of action.
“Hey, Kinich,” you cupped his cheeks, having him face you directly.
“Do you… wanna… do the thing?” You mumbled, feeling the heat gradually spread through your body, “do the… the… do you wanna do, uhm, it?”
Kinich sprang up immediately, prying away from your hold, akin to a prey startled at the firing of a gunshot. His face flushed at an astounding speed and coupled with his hair that had been disheveled from you running your fingers through it prior, you momentarily forgot about your own restlessness in acknowledgment of how adorable he currently looked.
He blinked.
“I think… I might have misheard you, say that again?” He sat up straight, no longer laying down with you.
In this moment, you had to be transparent with him. The importance of communication is staple for cultivating a healthy relationship. This is the part where you stand firm with your words to properly relay your true feelings with confidence, misunderstandings will only make things worse.
“Have sex with me, Malipo Kinich.”
That came out way more authoritative than you were going for. What is wrong with you?
Kinich looked as though he’d seen a horrific atrocity, and this is coming from someone who had experienced the tragedy of war against the abyss – the very same war that he had died in in the past.
“I mean, if you want– if you’re ready. There’s no pressure at all, please don’t feel pressured,” you sat up straight with him, mirroring his posture as sweat began to pour from your temples whilst you attempted to mend your small mishap. “Did I make it weird? Sorry, you can ignore me! Please ignore me. Hah… haha…”
Was it too late to run away from your own house? Scratch that, was it too late to run away from Natlan as a whole and live out the rest of your days under a fake identity in a secluded forest from a far away nation?
“No. I was just taken aback,” he couldn’t seem to find your eyes, but scooched his body closer to yours – closing a bit of the distance. “I want to, I wanna… do it with you too.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
“Then…,” you inched closer, thighs touching each other’s. “Let’s go to my room?”
You never thought that walking down the familiar hallway to your room could be so daunting. With each step, you felt the heavy gravitational pull of your feet landing on the hardwood floor. Every action enacted in slow motion till your hands could finally reach the doorknob, allowing Kinich to enter first.
Closing the door to your bedroom, everything suddenly felt very real, too real. The moment you turned around, Kinich would be there, waiting – and something would happen. You took a deep breath, properly facing him after a moment to collect yourself.
“So…,” you trailed off, not really knowing where to go from here – merely gesturing at your bed like an attendant showing guests the directions.
Kinich took a seat, as stiff as a board, at the very edge of your mattress, his eyes still refusing to meet yours, twiddling his thumbs because he didn’t know what else to do with his hands. You sat on the other edge, also stiff.
After a terrible few minutes of absolutely nothing progressing, you decided to take it to the next level and lay down – if this was a funeral home, with the way you were posed (perfectly straight with your hands situated neatly atop your stomach), you’d make the perfect corpse.
“You can come in–,” you gasped, colour draining from both of your faces. “No– come– I mean come, oh my god– the bed. You can get on the bed with me.”
Curling up slightly, you physically recoiled at your words – you wanted to scream, but you’re pretty sure that would just make things worse than it already was. You opted to hide your face behind your palms instead.
Another moment of silence was shared between you two. You considered calling it off all together, that was until you felt a dip on the mattress closer to where your body laid.
You peeked through your fingers to confirm your suspicions, and indeed there Kinich was hovering above you.
“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” He brought his hand to the side of your head to stabilise himself above you, the sound of the bed springs following his movements ringing in your ear.
Having forgotten how to speak, you nodded at him.
Kinich began with a kiss to your lips, innocent at first but slowly oozing out more and more passion as the seconds went by. You closed your eyes, your hand grasping on your bedsheets. When he pulled away, he left one last peck at the corner of your now reddened lip and moved on downward via a trail of kisses. Your cheek, your jaw, your neck – each soft caress of his lips on your skin more electrifying than the other.
He finished it off with a light nibble to your collarbone, the sensation had you squirming and accidentally letting slip a light airy gasp. Kinich paused, lifting his body away then releasing the bruising grip you had on the bedsheets, taking your hand into his own as he placed a gentle kiss to the tips of your fingers.
You felt your breath get stolen away as his eyes scanned over your figure, swallowing a lump in your throat – and when he went ahead to, hesitantly, take his shirt off, you lost your respiratory functions completely as your body stilled at the view.
Tossing his shirt to a nearby chair, Kinich shifted his attention back to you, moving his position so he was sat in between your legs (if you could bring yourself to move, you’d have pinched yourself to confirm that you weren’t dreaming). He bent himself over, bringing his face closer to yours as you both engaged in another fiery kiss. You writhed at the sudden feel of his palm slipping beneath your shirt, an action that earned Kinich a whine through breathy kisses. Your heart thrummed aggressively against your ribcage as he caressed your bare skin, body tensing under his touch.
Kinich deepened the kiss, pressing himself further into you to the point you could feel just how excited he was. You furrowed your eyebrows as his hand hiked up higher across your torso, heart threatening to rip out of your chest. When his thumb slipped under your undergarments, something snapped as a wave of unbearable fear took over your body and mind – you couldn’t do this, you couldn’t.
“Stop, wait!” Your sudden cry was instantly heard by Kinich, wasting not a second to pry himself off of you in haste.
“Is something wrong?” His tone dripped with worry. “Was I going too fast? Did– did I hurt you?”
“No, no, I just– don’t think I can’t do this,” you gripped your chest, attempting to calm yourself. “I know I was the one who asked for this, but–”
“Hey, it’s alright,” he hushed your worries away, gently patting your cheek. “It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind. We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”
Kinich gave you a long kiss on your forehead. As he pulled away, he tucked a stand of hair behind your ear and flashed you a reassuring smile.
“Don’t worry about it, okay?”
You gave him a small, awkward tug of your lips in return.
“Okay.”
He proceeded to tidy the disheveled state of your clothes, careful in his movements as not to startle you any further. Standing up, he grabbed his shirt that had been sprawled on the chair and dressed himself, pausing right after fully assessing his situation.
“...Could I use the bathroom real quick?”
“Oh– right, of course! Go, uh, go ahead.”
You watched as Kinich excused himself from the room. Once you heard the click of the bathroom lock, you harshly grabbed the pillow you were laying on and rammed it into your face as you kicked your feet in the air.
–
Weeks passed by in a blink of an eye, and you were ready to conquer what you had set to do. The first attempt didn’t go as planned, so what? Life is full of mistakes and second chances. Today was a new day.
Once more, you invited Kinich to your abode, popped the question, and into the bedroom you two went. You laid on the bed, he got on top of you, then you both engaged in heated kisses and touches – but just as things were about to progress to the next big step, like last time, that nauseating feeling possessed you and pushed you to stop the act before it could happen.
“It’s okay,” Kinich whispered as he wrapped his body around yours.
You knew he was right – why wouldn’t it be okay? Yet somehow, you couldn’t seem to silence that nagging voice in your head telling you the opposite. There was no shame in it at all, but even after knowing this, a part of you still felt abashed at suggesting something that you were unable to go through with.
The next attempt following it came even quicker, a mere few days after the last. Third time's the charm, or so they say – so surely this attempt will be the one where you can confidently see through till the end.
This time around, you noticed how much slower Kinich had paced himself, especially compared to the first try. Kisses that didn’t dare go down past the shoulders, that tasted less hungry and more controlled – as if every movement he made was calculated, a measured restraint. As a result he’d given a lot of undivided attention to your neck, nibbling and lightly sucking at your skin which left barely visible marks of faint red.
You shivered as Kinich soothed your bruised skin with his tongue, licking the mark he’d left behind. He dragged his finger down your torso; from your chest to your stomach, then finally stopping above your abdomen, hooking onto the waistband of your pants – all the while, his gaze never left your face. Analyzing every crease in your facial expression, every tug of your lips, every sound that escapes your throat.
Your slight frown didn’t go unnoticed from him, neither was your quivering lip. Kinich retracted himself from you, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.
“Are you really sure you want to do this?”
“I…,” you averted your gaze. “I don’t know.”
“That’s okay,” he got off of you fully and situated himself to lay by your side, pulling a blanket to drape over the both of you before holding your figure in his arms. “We’ll do it when you’re sure, there’s no rush here.”
“I’m sorry, Kinich,” you tried to bury yourself into his chest.
“Don’t be, never apologize for this,” he planted a kiss at the top of your head. “This isn’t an obligation. If you don’t want to, I don’t want to either.”
“Is it really okay?” Your voice barely above a whisper.
Kinich combed his fingers through your hair, gently patting your head. His breaths coupled with the rhythmic slow beats of his heart lulling you to sleep.
“Mmmhm,” he hummed in response.
You let out a sigh, a sense of ease flowing into your body, dispersing the tension that had claimed your mobility. Burrowing yourself further into Kinich’s arms, you allowed yourself to flutter your eyes closed and sleep without worry.
“There’s no need to rush,” you heard Kinich say as you drifted off into a dream.
His words calmed a storm that you had not realised was materializing inside you. The weight of feeling like you owed something to Kinich, like you failed him, dying down.
You smiled, content.
Everything was going to be fine.
–
Kinich was not going to be fine.
He had entered a never-ending battle, one that he’s sure you weren’t aware you were a part of, and he was at every disadvantage. Lately, Kinich couldn’t help but feel more… eager, so to speak. There was this persistent desire that grew more and more intolerable by the day, and even with his best efforts to quell the flames, its thirst is near impossible to quench. This “problem” stemmed from the precarious situation within his pants, finding himself feeling a lot more “suffocated” beneath his abdomen more often than he’d like to admit.
For lack of better words, Kinich was horny as fuck.
To make matters worse, you two had begun to be more affectionate with each other, and perhaps that was the trigger, Kinich theorized – but nonetheless, the constant touching only made things harder for him in more ways than one.
However, the catalyst of this whole situation which made Kinich go from bothered to downright desperate was your recent (failed) attempts in trying to sleep with each other. Of course, he would never reprimand you for your reluctance – no, never. He was more disappointed at himself for being so lustful, so gluttonous for your love.
Even now, with the two of you innocently play-fighting in his room (and on his bed much to Kinich’s panic), he had to meticulously watch his movements so as to not accidentally step foot on the dreaded erection landmine.
Kinich had your wrists in his hands as he peppered kisses all over your face, your giddy laughter filling the room at the ticklish sensation.
“Kinich!” You gasped in between breaths. “That tickles!”
Releasing your hands in favor of wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, Kinich pulled you towards him as he pretended to maul you down – mimicking munching noises which accompanied his litter of smooches.
“Sto– hehe, stoooop,” you playfully drawled out.
“Not a chance,” he persisted.
In an event unforeseen by Kinich, you’d somehow seized the opportunity to push him back – retaliating as you turned the tables around. You’d ended up pinning Kinich down, on his bed, and you were on him – your body was on top of him.
It took a while for Kinich’s brain to process that you were practically straddling him. His mind went blank as his breath hitched – all the while you were still oblivious, all smiles and giggles.
Now the position wasn’t exactly the problem per say, you’ve been on top of him when cuddling multiple times and vice versa. What Kinich was specifically concerned about was what you were sitting on, and more importantly, how his body would react to the situation.
You moved, Kinich froze. You pressed yourself deeper against him with a stronger force than he could already handle, Kinich began to sweat as he felt it twitch, trying his best not to make a sound – he prayed you didn’t notice.
And it seemed as though his prayers were heard, although Kinich was certain an evil vengeful spirit heeded his words instead, because you kept rocking your hips without paying any mind to the thing growing beneath you at an alarming rate.
“Got you!” For a second, your cheery grin was enough to make him forget about his clothed pain, however your movements (that vaguely resembled bouncing, but maybe Kinich was just too sexed up at the moment) made him remember again.
“Mnh–,” Kinich paled instantly at the slip up. He peeked over at you – maybe you hadn’t noticed.
Kinich was dreadfully greeted by your mouth hanging off your jaw and eyes gaping so wide he was worried if they’d fall off.
You had definitely noticed.
“...It’s not what it looks like.” It was. “I can explain.” No he couldn’t.
“You’re–! Are you?” You shrieked, panning your sight down to his pelvis.
Kinich watched in horror as he witnessed you connecting the dots, gaining consciousness of the hardening texture below you.
“I’m sorry…,” Kinich admitted defeat, deflating on the spot – unlike his happy wand.
“I’m the one that’s sorry! Oh my god– why didn’t you say anything? Nevermind, I’ll just…,” you lifted yourself up.
“No! Please don’t leave, please,” Kinich had no clue what possessed him in that moment, grabbing you back down to sit on him, maybe he just wanted to keep you close or maybe a dog in heat was indwelling his body. “We don’t have to do anything, just– stay with me. Please stay.”
The regret was instant.
Kinich had buried his face into your chest, and with each walking second of you not saying anything, guilt weighed heavier and heavier on his back. Eventually, he couldn’t bear the silence any longer and decided to cut through the thick atmosphere himself.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into me, sorry. How about we call it a day?” He pulled his body away, only to let out an abrupt groan as he felt something rubbing on him.
Kinich’s breath hitched when he witnessed you timidly grind against him.
“I… can do this much.”
“Please, you don’t– don’t have to… force it, mh–,” Kinich bucked his hips forward, actions contradicting the words that left his mouth.
“Let me take care of you. I can take it,” you stopped for a moment, not missing the low whine that left Kinich’s lips when you did. “I want you. I want you, Kinich. Will you have me?”
Kinich panted, catching his breath whilst also gathering his thoughts. He moved his hands to grip your waist, pleading at you with an intense burn.
“I need you.”
He swooped you into a hungry kiss, you kissed him back, letting him have his fill – allowing Kinich to get drunk on your taste.
The kiss was sloppy, and not at all did it feel like the previous ones Kinich had shared together with you, but the messiness and erraticness of the act only made it all the more arousing – Kinich couldn’t help but thrust his hips forward into your cunt, groaning into your mouth at the friction.
“M-more…,” he mumbled, breaking off from the kiss.
Kinich had to catch himself from drooling at the sight of your back arching as you began to grind on him harder in reciprocation, a wet patch pooling at the fabric of his pants that mimicked yours.
“Does this… feel good?” You said in between pants.
“Good– mhmm… feels good, feels so good,” Kinich gulped to suppress a whine. “Don’t stop– please don’t stop. Keep going, please.”
Although the cloth separated the two of you, that obstruction seemed to be what riled Kinich up even more. The prevention of direct skin to skin only leaving him wanting more of you. Kinich decided to make use of his hands that were collecting dust slumped against your waist, tightening his grip and pushing you up and down on him in circular motions in rhythm with his own thrusts.
“Fuh–ck, Kin!” You moaned into the back of your palm, the rocking of Kinich’s hips stimulating just the right places.
Your body curled up, spasming against his in the most delicious way – a sight that only ignited Kinich further.
“Kiss?” Kinich pleaded into your ear in the tenderest tone that he could muster, feeling you shivering at the effect of his voice was an extra treat.
Unable to utter another word, you closed the distance between your lips and Kinich’s – caging his neck with your arms as you made sure there was not a speck of distance leftover between you two.
Kinich didn’t know what to think, not with your tongue licking at his upper lip, not with your heat rubbing against his cock and pushing him to the verge of release – not after finally getting what he could only fantasize about for so long.
“Kini– ah!” You gasped. “I think I’m gonna–”
“Me too,” Kinich picked up his pace. “Cum with me?”
Chasing each other's high, Kinich rutted into you faster and faster until that ecstasy rose in intensity. He took refuge on your shoulder, biting down on you as you came undone, eliciting a sweet mewl, which was what drove Kinich to the edge, feeling himself splurting out and spilling cum all over the innards of his pants.
Kinich took a moment to catch his breath, sighing at the sight of your sweat which glistened on your rosy skin, your eyes still in a haze with tears prickling at the corners. He cupped your cheeks, angling your head to look at him.
You brought your hands to settle over his, “Kinich…”
His gaze softened. “Yes?”
“I want you to tell me more about what you want.” You brought his palm to your lips, leaving a gentle kiss.
Kinich’s gaze drifted elsewhere before pulling you into a hug. “Didn’t wanna push you to do something I knew you didn’t want to do yet.”
“But you wanted to, I wouldn’t mind if you spoke more on what you wanna do too,” you huffed. “You’ve humored me so far. I’m capable of listening to what you want too, we could’ve figured something out.”
“Then…,” Kinich held you tighter, mumbling his next few words. “I want to hold you more… cuddle more. Just wanna be closer to you.”
You let out a breathy chuckle. “Kinich, you’re really cute right now. We already do that, silly.”
“I’m pouring my heart out and you’re laughing? You’re too cruel,” he rested his head on your shoulder, like a puzzle piece nestled perfectly into where it's meant to be.
The two of you allowed the moment to pass in silence, the sound of breathing and the beating of your own individual heartbeats acting as ambiance. Kinich closed his eyes, inhaling your scent, followed by a deep exhale.
For now, this wasn't so bad.
You cleared your throat, shifting on his lap. “We should probably go find a change of pants now.”
“Ah,” He pulled away and looked down to confirm the state of both of yours pants. “Yeah.”
The first signs of Kinich taking interest in you is not from anything he does himself, no. It's from the Great Dragonlord, K'hul Ajaw.
• Ajaw will randomly say the most unusual things for a dragon of such status as he, things like "I favor you human," or even scarier- "Thank you."
• This throws off many of Kinich's close friends, and sometimes him too.
• Ajaw will even give you "something he found on the way here." This happens quite often. Things like flowers and shiny rocks. Things one might consider pretty.
• To put the icing on the cake, Ajaw noticed you had a cut on your hand after assisting Kinich with a commission, purely coming across him by chance, and Ajaw freaked out like you'd never seen.
• The little dragon made his way to your hand and inspected the incision without ever touching it, rambling about, "How could you let one such as yourself get injured? This must be remedied immediately!"
• He commands his "human servant" to tend to your wound, and he obliges of his own will, as helping you with your injury was the least he could do to repay you for helping him earlier.
• As Kinich tends to your hand, which you reluctantly allowed, there's an odd yet comfortable silence.
• Kinich wraps your cleaned wound with a bandage, but his hold on your hand lingers.
• "Your skin is softer than I thought it'd be," he mutters.
• Oh?
• Kinich recalls to you all the times he's seen you brandish your weapon, strong and true. Your arms carry your weapon with such skilled expertise that enemies take a step back.
• Ajaw, as per his usual self, butts in with his usual, careless slip of the words.
• "Kinich talks about you all the time. It's honestly super annoying. But I do agree that you are, maybe not amazing as Kinich says, but reputable nonetheless."
• What's this now?
• Kinich nearly throws Ajaw once more, earning a scream from the pixeled dragon, though your now bandaged hand stops him.
• A small blush has crept its way up Kinich's face, and a look that you've never seen before rests upon his features. A mix of frustration and possibly embarrassment. He refuses to look you in the eyes. In fact, he closes those eyes. Those gorgeous eyes that could make the Archons jealous.
• Your curiosity is piqued now and you ask Kinich what Ajaw meant.
• He takes a moment to compose himself before he opens his eyes and looks to you again, face still flushed.
• He confesses that you've been on his mind constantly, ever since he met you at the Pilgrimage.
• It was a pleasant surprise to find out that you knew Mualani and that she insisted on inviting you out with them any time they had plans.
• It meant he could see you again.
• Now, as you looked into Kinich's eyes, you realized why Ajaw's behavior had changed:
• He was mimicking Kinich's emotions.
• It's doubtful that Ajaw is connected to Kinich's emotions themselves, but it's more likely that Kinich's affections had worn off on the little dragonlord.
• You looked to Ajaw now, who looked like a mouse that had just been caught.
• You reached over to him and pulled him in for a hug, despite his screaming and protesting that "the Great Dragonlord, K'hul Ajaw is beneath your mortal customs!" Though he gave in regardless.
• Once Ajaw escaped your grasp reluctantly, you moved to place your bandaged hand gently on Kinich's cheek, which only made his flush worse.
• He leaned into your touch, but never broke eye contact.
• Before you knew it, his lips were on yours, a soft touch, a gentle gesture to ensure this was what you wanted before continuing.
• Like yin to yang, sun to moon, the ocean to sand, you moved in tandem. The kiss was as natural as if you'd done it a million times before. You certainly haven't, but you definitely will.
LIKE SUGAR ON MY TONGUE !
✩ kinich x camgirl!reader
wherein you invite a popular, sweet little camboy as a guest on your stream who will definitely get you some extra tips... 2.3k.
ft. modern au, pwp, femmedom dynamics sorta, oral (fem!receiving), edging, pet names (he calls you miss), slight bdsm themes, degrading, dacryphilia, body worship, pussydrunk kinich, probably ooc.
in short, rent was due.
your loyal viewers kept your bills paid; lights on, food on the table, but you had noticed that the engagement on your streams was starting to decrease, other than the usual monthly subscriptions, mostly from men whose wives were unaware of their internet activity. there was no shortage of camgirl content, and perhaps the novelty of your account was starting to wear off.
you conceal your face, like most others, with an intricate eye mask, only your plush lips visible when you make your cheeky, sickly-sweet commentary while playing with your body in front of your camera.
"you're being so good for me," you purr, peeling your lacy panties down a little further and spreading your legs slightly, teasing the invisible audience. the more you drag out your act, the more tips you'd typically get; your eager, drooling, horny fans desperate to see more behind their screens. they practically throw money at you, clicking away at your subscription tiers, anything to grab a moment of your attention.
sometimes, upon receiving a particularly generous donation from a fan; likely an older, filthy-rich man, you'd egg on your viewers, personally thanking them, maybe even going so far as to say their names as you toy with your pussy.
"oh, wow! thank you to... mr. heizou? well, i'll show you a little extra, for being so generous."
you'd often watch other camgirls and camboys, searching for some type of inspiration to freshen up your content. one certain camboy caught your eye, under the pseudonym malipo. each of his streams must've brought in tens of thousands, the view his body almost always obscured by subscription popups and donations. he records himself on his knees, looking up at the camera with a certain yearning glinting in his hazel-green eyes. he doesn't bother hiding his face; a risky tactic in this field of business, but it must be working for him, considering the sheer volume of tips he brought in every time he went live.
you settle down after your livestream, taking a warm (not hot, you couldn't afford it) shower and heating up leftovers. changing into comfortable clothes, you browse malipo's content for ideas. scrolling through his past broadcasts, he seemed to collaborate often with creators similar to you; women who would coax him into submission and drag out the most captivating performance from both sides.
intrigued, you skim through one of his recorded solo streams. he's got his legs apart, lazily stroking his cock, toying with his own veins as he teases his audience. "wanna take control? show me the money, and i'm all yours," he grins.
he's almost entrancing, the way he wraps his audience around his finger with his sweet, reserved begging; "have i been good? c-can i cum for you..?" he pumps himself dry; his stream lasting nearly an hour, featuring multiple vocal orgasms until he's sweaty and red in the face, shakily cooing thanks to his viewers as he stops his broadcast.
you decide that if there was anyone who could help boost your channel's engagement, it would be a collaboration with him. your dynamics complimented each other; he was a shy tease, with complete mastery over his body, knowing exactly how to illicit attention from his viewers, whereas you assert control in your streams.
before you had time to reconsider, you're already typing out an invitation for a collaboration; and with your verification checkmarks next to your screen name, you're sure that your message won't go unnoticed in his inbox.
a few days later, you receive a response from malipo.
a collab with you, miss? say less, i'd love to! i watch your streams all the time, i think we'd work well together. we can split the tips 60/40, since you wanna stream on your channel. let me know when we can meet up! oh, and, call me kinich.
you arrange with him to record at your place, and now he's in your room, dressed in casual clothes and perched on the edge of your bed while you stand off-camera. you're dressed in your signature black lace bra, panties, and thigh-highs. just before you go live, while you're toying with your lens settings and coming up with a captivating title for your stream, kinich's eyes catch on your closet. he picks up a pair of your black high heels, mischief glinting in his smile.
"miss, i've got a great idea." he grins.
the red flashing dot on your laptop screen indicates that you've successfully gone live. within seconds, you've amassed at least a hundred viewers; your regular, needy crowd, you could even recognize a few usernames from your past streams. but upon tagging kinich in your stream, several viewers from his channel also joined you. he's in his usual position on his knees, looking up at your camera playfully.
the tips come flying in as soon as you enter the frame. your elegant figure, clad in seductive black lingerie, complete with your mile-high black heels. your mask obscures the top half of your face, but still lets you see the constant flashing of donations from your thirsty audience.
"hi everyone, did you miss me?" you smile. kinich sits on the floor at your feet, leaning his head on your thigh. "i've got a special guest today, i hope you don't mind~"
he holds your lace-covered calf like it's holy, sacred. his fingers graze over your clothed skin, undoing the top button on his shirt. he's already strip-teasing your combined audience, even lightly tugging at the elastic of your thigh-high stockings.
"oh, look how impatient he is, everyone. didn't you say you'd be good?" you ask him, cupping his sly little face.
he whimpers under your touch and control, and while you know it's rehearsed, he definitely knows how to get the best of an audience.
"little shit," you land a gentle, but audible slap to the side of his cheek, just enough to redden it a little bit for the camera.
and here's the kicker; you lodge the heel of your black stilettos in his lap, twisting your foot around as he whines at the friction on his bulge. he's so hard, a small patch of precum leaking through his pants, only spreading further as you continue stepping on his cock.
"f-fuck...! miss, miss please, m-more," kinich whimpers, almost rutting back upwards into your shoe, desperate to feel anything more from you.
you turn to your stream, and finally, your display looked like his. you could hardly see anything on the interface, popups of donations and subscriptions blocking nearly your entire screen.
"what do you think, hm? he hasn't been very good, has he? should we give him... more?" you smirk, glossed red lips enunciating every word to your faceless audience. keeping the sole of your heels on kinich's lap, you scoot over to be able to read your chat, trying to grab a suggestion from a lucky viewer.
"make him cry for it," you read aloud. kinich bucks his hips up into your shoe, gentle hands gripping at your leg. this was no tall order, tears of pain and pleasure already forming in his eyes, all he really needed to do was beg a little more, and a shimmering stream of tears stains his cheeks.
he's like a delicate doll, every expression masterfully practiced as he whines and whimpers for more of your touch, a stroke, a kiss, a lick, anything.
"miss, i'll be good, please, i wanna taste!"
a taste, wow. an excellent idea. you turn to your stream, making careful eye contact with your camera as you toy with the waist of your panties. kinich happily hooks a finger in the band, pulling the lace down just to expose a little more of your stomach. he sits between your legs, still slyly eyeing your camera. almost as if to say, all your viewers wished they were in his place.
"fine." you lift your foot off his lap. "but you'd better behave."
he's already drunk on you, and he hasn't even gotten a taste of your sweetness yet. he's skilled with it, peeling your panties down with his teeth and pressing sloppy kisses to your folds while you grasp a handful of his hair.
kinich literally moans out loud at your taste, "oh, fuck, s'sweet, miss," he practically brags to your audience. with a free hand, he toys with his own pants, while spitting a bulb of saliva onto your pretty cunt.
"miss, can i touch m'self?, please, please," he whines between your legs, and you bite your lip at just how fucking good he is at it. you manage out a little mhm, almost breaking character.
he swiftly pulls his cock out, jerking himself off frantically while lapping away at your cute pussy. he's getting off just to the taste of you, he can't get enough.
"mmh, s'good, s'good," kinich babbles, totally losing his composure, falling apart, not entirely for the camera. he's sensitive, whimpering at his own touch into your cunt. he sucks on your folds, kissing your cute little clit, doing everything to keep that constant ping of donations coming in.
"fuck, don't stop, pretty boy," you moan, almost slipping up and saying his real name.
he's getting close, you can tell. he shifts his hips away to fuck his hand. he laps up every drop of slick that drips from your pussy, his fist working his cock harder.
"g'na cum, g'na cum! miss, pleasepleaseplease, s'good," he's incoherent as he spills bitter white ropes of cum onto you, staining your lacy stockings, some even landing on your heels.
it's been long enough, you decide, stroking his face still buried between your thighs as he finally slows his hand down, whining against his climax.
"hm, such a good boy," you breathlessly coo, carding your fingers through his hair, making him look at the camera with his fucked-out face, lips glistening with your juices. "did you like that, hm?" you cheekily ask your viewers.
you've never seen anywhere close to this many tips on your streams. and even though you and kinich went off-script, practically having sex on a camgirl broadcast, the numbers you saw were record-breaking, even for you.
"do you guys want to see more of him?" you ask, with his head leaning on your thigh again, this time, with a mischievous, accomplished grin plastered on his face. "mm, well, you'll see if i have a guest again next time."
you blow your signature kisses at your camera before ending the stream and closing your lens. kinich flops onto your bed, sighing happily at the success of your stream. he props his head up in his hands, squinting to see the total tips you two earned.
"whoa, miss. even after i take my cut, this could buy you a pair of real red-bottoms for next time!"
Characters in Natlan are so casual when it comes to death. Kinich mentioned almost in passing that he died during the war, but this series of events was TRAUMATIC.
a/n: weote this the second the clock hit 12 so it’s lazily written and not proof read. slightly mean and ooc but do we care? no
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“I can’t” you cried. After archons knows how many rounds you were staring to feel like you could take it anymore, however kinich knew you and you haven’t heard your safe word, you could still take it.
he leaned down and kissed your forehead, holding your face in one hand
"You can, you're just not trying hard enough. You won't complain, you won't tell me no…you'll do whatever I say, right?"
he said softly, almost gently, yet the tone was still authoritative. he knew you didn't have a choice, but he wanted to hear you say it. he wanted to hear you submit to him like he was expecting you to.
you slightly nodded, you could take one more round right? right..?
he smirked down at you
"You really thought I was done with you?“
his voice was deep and commanding as he pushed inside, earning a loud whine from you
he chuckled as your whimpers and moans again, feeling your body tense up under him. he was completely addicted…all he could think and focus on was you…how you felt, how you tasted, how you sounded…everything about you was perfect.
"You take me so well…so- good.."
at this point you were so fucked out you could barely think straight, he let out a dark chuckle, his fingers brushing against your cheek to wipe away the drool. he leaned down and kissed you harshly, almost painfully. his nails dug into your thighs.
"You're such a pathetic mess for me right now…”
your eyes rolled back in your head, pleasure mixing with pain as he kept thrusting in you. he groaned, feeling you tighten around him. his thrusts became erratic and messy, his hands gripping onto you for dear life.
"That's it..cum for me."
his voice was barely above a whisper as he lost himself completely in the pleasure of taking you apart piece by piece.
you whimper. “Too much..s-stop-“ yet you still didn’t use your safe word, deep down you still wanted more.
he chuckled darkly. His hand moved down to your clit again, rubbing it quickly, earning a cry from you
"You don’t get to tell me when to stop, I still haven’t come yet..”
his other hand grabbed your jaw tightly.
"I make the decisions here."
you let a pornagraphic moan and he smirked, his fingers rubbing your clit faster and rougher. hus other hand squeezed around your jaw a little harder.
"You'll take what I give you..and you’ll fucking like it."
his words were cruel, but the way he looked at you was filled with adoration…like he couldn't get enough of how wrecked and ruined you were for him. you came for the eleventeenth time that night, he stared at your body covered in bite marks and hickeys.
