INTRODUCTION. You were desperate for a job— desperate enough to call the uncle you haven’t spoken to in years. Somehow, he lands you a position on his farm. Easy work, right?
Wrong.
The moment you arrive, you realize the entire workforce consists of hybrids… all of whom stare at you like you’re their newest curiosity. And as the only human on the farm, you’re starting to wonder what exactly your uncle hired you for.
Just as you’re settling in, he calls out one last instruction:
“Be gentle when servicing my hybrids!”
You freeze as you watch him disappears. And now every hybrid on the farm looks way too excited.
Congratulations. You have no idea what this job is— but the hybrids definitely do.
( ! ) Multiple Male Characters x Reader , porn with little/no plot , short series (?) , crossover , NSFW , smut , potentially ooc characters , HYBRID/FARM AU , heat cycles
( ❤︎ ) Inspired by Mr. A's Farm
( ✎ ) ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes I might make in the future fics. And also, please do not be afraid to comment if I misplace or misuse a tag/warning!
( # ) To see more about this series, look at #■■.Farm au !
INTRODUCING our beloved farm hybrids! They’re strong, hardworking, loyal, and—according to your uncle—very eager to meet you. So please, take good care of them, dear. They’ve worked so hard, and they deserve only the best (you). ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
COW HYBRIDS
I. PHAINON — Sub! Phainon , milking/lactating , breeding , Male! Reader ...etc.
II. DILUC — Sub! Diluc , overstimulation , milking/lactating , breeding , Fem! Reader ...etc.
III. MYDEIMOS — Sub! Mydei , overstimulation , rough , manhandling , heat cycles , bondage , use of milking machine , breeding , Male! Reader ...etc.
IV. NANAMI KENTO — Sub! Nanami , heat cycle , milking/lactating , use of milking machine , gn! Reader ...etc.
BULL HYBRIDS
I. TOJI FUSHIGURO — Dom Toji , breeding , knotting , rough sex , Male! Reader ...etc.
II. SUKUNA RYOMEN— Dom Sukuna , rough sex, sadistic sukuna , Fem! Reader , breeding ...etc.
III. BLADE — Switch Blade , bondage, rough sex , Gn! Reader ...etc.
I. WELT YANG — Service Sub! Welt , blowjob , age difference , cum eating , fingering , Male Reader ...etc.
II. CHOSO — Sub! Choso , roleplay , fingering , rough sex , gn! Reader ...etc.
III. HIROMI HIRUGUMA — Sub! Hiromi , sleepy sex , praising , riding , overstimulation , Fem! Reader ...etc.
CHICKEN HYBRIDS
I. DAN HENG — Sub! Dan heng , breeding , egg fertilization , overstimulation , begging , praising , Male! Reader ...etc.
II. ZHONGLI — Sub! Zhongli , overstimulation , fingering , begging , praising , pegging , Fem! Reader ...etc.
III. SUNDAY — Sub! Sunday , lingerie , dacryphilia , overstimulation , rough sex , Gn! Reader ...etc.
SPECIALS !
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( ✎ ) PLEASE NOTE that some of these tags might change and I might add more characters/hybrids if I feel like it! AND EXPECT slow updates and frequent editing in the fics! I’ll be posting each fic in no specific order.
It was the fourth time today that you asked your supervisor for help teaching you how to save the files into the Daily Planet system. You had tried to do it by yourself, but it was nothing short of a disaster.
Thoughts were racing in your head as you waited for him to come to your desk.
Was he regretting choosing you?
Was he annoyed with you?
Was he going to fire you?
You looked through the little mirror you set up at your desk and searched for none other than Clark Kent.
It was easy to find him. The 6’3 ft body covered in muscles didn’t exactly make him small.
His body easily covered yours.
You watched as he stopped talking to Jimmy. He looked at his phone, and shit, he looked over.
You quickly looked away, trying to hide your beet red face. Your leg twitched nervously, and you rolled your chair closer to the desk.
You tried not to think about the man that was walking to you with a kind smile on his face. His glasses made him look younger than his late-thirties. But his muscles contradicted everything else.
“What’s wrong?” he asked and crouched down to meet your eyes.
You forgot your words for a moment.
“I…umm. Well, I am having trouble… can we review how to save the files into the system? It led me to a different page, and well I don’t wanna make a mistake…” You started to ramble nervously, blushing.
Please let him ignore the blush.
Clark chuckled and smiled, amused. “Of course we can. Let's go to your desk so I can show you…again,” he agreed playfully. But underneath the amusement, there was something darker.
He stood back up and moved so that he could lean behind you and guide you. He placed his hands above you, soft and secure and started to guide you through the process.
You didn’t focus on his explanation. Instead, you could only focus on the veins that painted his hands. About the strong grip he had on your hands, and the warm breaths on your hair.
The things that he could do to you, and you would let him.
Fuck.
How would his hands feel inside you…?
Would he stretch you completely with only one finger?
Would he make you feel full?
Images of you leaning against the desk while he pumps his fingers slowly into you, dragging out the orgasm you would start to have. Torture you ever so slowly while you leaned and took it.
Your skirt lifted, and you felt him move closer to your ear.
His chest touched your back, and your breath hitched. “You always wear this fucking skirt like it's nothing,” he whispered in your ear. His voice was dark; demanding. He waited for something long enough, and he finally snapped.
His finger wandered slowly higher up your thighs. Every once in a while he would tighten his grip, but he took his time.
He wasn’t ready for you to have fun yet.
He would drag this out.
He would make sure you would enjoy each of his fingers one by one.
His hand travelled to your lacy panty. He slowly moved it to the side and started to rub up and down gently. You gasped quietly but let him continue.
This is so wrong, but god you needed it. You craved him.
A finger entered you, and it felt better than you thought. He thrust in, and you moaned.
“Shut it, sweet girl,” he murmured and continued pushing in and out. But you couldn’t repress the moans.
“Clark..” you whimpered as he pushed the third finger into you.
You pushed yourself into his finger more and more, chasing the orgasm that was starting to build.
“You know it's against HR policy. This skirt is so short, but nobody will say anything,” he whispered in your ear “Everyone wants to see your ass. So perfect and round, so mine. Imagine the disappointment they feel when they found out I got you first. ”
The more he whispered dirty things in your ear, the wetter you got. You didn’t care about anybody hearing you anymore. You just wanted to come.
The sound of your fluids could be heard as he fastened the paste of his finger. You gripped his wrist; your moaning became even more uncontrolled.
You couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Clark, please. Please.” He kept thrusting more and more, stretching you out even more.
He took his hand off your wet pussy, now filled with your own cum. “You see how wet you are for me?”
You nodded, licking your lips.
“Good,” he praised you and pushed them in your mouth. “Taste yourself. Do you understand that you can wear it only around me?”
You nodded, and he repeated himself…
…
“You understand it now?”
…
You shook your head, and you looked at Clark's soft smile staring at you. “You understand it now?”
That’s right. He was showing you how to save the files to the system.
Your eyes went to the monitor in front of you, and you nodded “Oh… Yeah. Yeah, I think... I think I understand it now. I didn’t see this section. Thank you, Clark,” you thanked him without meeting his eyes.
Clark stepped back, giving you more space “Of course, it's a very old system, so we always have to explain it to the new hires multiple times,” he explained gently.
You nodded, putting your hands in your lap, still avoiding looking at him directly. “Thanks…again”
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Days passed, and you decided to ask anyone else for help but Clark. Your cheeks still burned whenever you thought about what you had imagined.
You shook your head aggressively and groaned, annoyed at not being able to sleep. Again.
You opened your phone and looked at the time.
12:07 am.
Damnit!
Sleeping shouldn't be this hard, yet the sleepless nights have been happening more and more frequently.
You dropped your phone to the other side of the bed and closed your eyes again, but you had opened Pandora’s box, and the only thing that you could imagine was Clark Kent above you, pushing his dick inside you and filling you with his cum.
You opened your eyes, and it was your dark room again.
Why were you imagining more and more about Clark Kent fucking you in your office? Were you ovulating? You probably were.
You grabbed your phone and went to your period tracker. It agreed.
You threw your phone, groaning, frustrated, and needy.
“I need to move Cities,” you groaned and let your hands travel to your panties. “ I wish I could call Clark so that he can take me out of my misery.”
Your fingers moved your panty aside, and you started rubbing it. Your eyes closed, and the only thing that you could imagine was Clark fucking you in his office with his hand covering your mouth.
“Yes,” you whisper in pleasure and sank deeper into the fantasy.
His cock pushed hard against your pussy from behind “My little princess. So eager to take my cock. To let me use you and fill you,” he groaned, thrusted in and out of you rapidly.
You moan against his palm.
“Yesss, fuck Clark. Use me as much as you want,” you moaned and gasped when his dick slammed into your g-spot. He continued hitting the spot until you came.
It felt so real.
So real.
So damn delicious.
“I will stretch this cunt until the only man that can give you pleasure is me. Your pussy won’t feel any man but me. You are mine,” his hand moved from your mouth to your throat, and you moaned happily. You didn’t care if anybody could hear your moan anymore.
Let them hear you.
Let them know that Clark Kent took you, and that your body belonged to him now. Nobody would give you the pleasure you have been craving since you met him.
You reached your second orgasm.
Clark's hand brushed your breasts and moved to your waist. He pulled you aggressively into his dick, and you let out a scream.
“Fuck, Clark. Deeper. Please go deeper,” you begged loudly.
“Deeper?”
A masculine voice cut you off from your dream
Your eyes snapped open, and you looked around.
Oh god no.
With terror in your eyes, you looked at your phone. The name ‘Clark (work)’ was on the screen. 10 minutes and 23 seconds was the time on the call.
who needs oxygen when you have boobs in your mouth? ⊹₊ ⋆
ꢤꢆ back at it with the mommy milkers 🥛
description - your stepmom, wanda, has recently taken lactation pills as a favour to a friends baby whilst she’s away, but what happens when her friend’s trip is cancelled and she doesn’t need the favour anymore?
warnings - 18+, smut, stepmom!wanda, fem!reader, lactation, fingering, shy!reader, teasing, r first time, praise kink, soft dom wanda, sub reader, sweet wanda, kissing, slight aftercare, shitty description omg, lactation, lactation, did i mention lactation? lmk if i missed anything, my first full one shot, beware ;>
a/n - ok so i’m not too sure abt how the whole lactacion pill thing works and i tried searching shit up but it’s quite complicated and different for everyone i’m sure but im not that bothered abt accuracy it’s just a fantasy. the backstory is also kind of cliche but what other way is there to justify getting with your dad’s hot wife? 😂
thank you to my sweet sweet mootie @sparklejumprope13 for the title, it’s perfectly fitting <3
word count - 3.4k
it’s a warm summer evening. you’re sat in bed with your stepmom, wanda. her legs are splayed out as you sit between them, your back rested against her chest. soft rays of light pour into the room through the lace of the curtains, leaving floral patterns all over the walls. the beams land on your skin in little shapes, golden and toasty - making you sink further into her embrace.
her arms are wrapped around your waist, fingers splayed out on your shirt, softly rubbing the silky material and as she moves her hair tickles the back of your neck, causing you to wriggle a little in her grasp.
you’re watching a movie together - grease, one of your favourites. wanda isn’t particularly fond of musicals but she doesn’t care much, as long as she gets to spend time with her sweet girl.
it’s been nice, getting to spend time with wanda, getting to know her. she came into your life a little over three months ago and you were skeptical at first, because like so many of your dads past wives, they all stormed into your life with a motive, wanting to drain your dad of his life’s savings, then move on to the next rich prick. you couldn’t say you felt sorry for your dad, he was in-fact a prick, but every time one of his wives left it broke a little piece of you. you’d been so oblivious to their niceties and seemingly sweet gestures. every time you’d think, finally, finally you get to have the love you never had, the love you never felt you deserved - but every time, they’d leave like a thief in the night, taking a little piece of your heart with them. as you and wanda grew closer you’d often find yourself thinking that if she ever left you like they did, there’d be nothing left of you afterwards. you’d be a shell of broken pieces with no more love to accept.
it was scary, opening up to her about all of this, but she reassured you that she wasn’t like them. you chose to believe her one last time, and you’re once reclused self has now become chatty and open and vulnerable. you’re still deathly shy around her most of the time, but who can blame you when wanda looks the way she does - intimidatingly beautiful, pale green eyes and long auburn locks that shimmer in the rays of her bedroom where you both sit.
although you love the peace and serenity of relaxing with wanda, the moment is cut short when you hear a sharp inhale suck through her teeth. you turn your head and see her biting her lip, her hand pressed firmly into the skin of her thigh, trying to suppress whatever is causing her discomfort.
you sit up a little, thinking maybe your hurting her, but it doesn’t help, and another soft groan escapes her.
“are you okay, mommy?” you ask, tracing your fingers along the smooth skin on her legs in an attempt to relieve her. she shakes her head, wincing and cupping a hand on one of her breasts.
“ooouh - fuck,” she hisses, kneading her flesh. you sit, dumbfounded by whatever it is going on.
“sorry, sweetheart. mommy shouldn’t swear, but fuck-” she laughs acidicly. “it hurts.” her eyes close, like she’s trying to imagine anything other than the pain coursing through her veins. you sit and watch her fondle her breasts for a moment before the explanation to all of this shoots back into your memory. you remember her talking about a friend of hers who was going on a trip and wasn’t able to take her baby with her. she’d asked wanda to babysit for her and possibly cross feed because she didn’t want the baby on formula, for whatever reason you couldn’t remember - something about nutrients. wanda happily said she’d do it, but just a few days before the trip (after she’d already started on the lactation pills) her friend told her that it had been cancelled due to weather conditions.
wanda swore to herself to never do anything nice for anyone ever again after that. the pain is insurmountable, shooting through her flesh and making her stomach lurch.
“can i do anything to help?” you feel horrible, knowing she’s going through this for no reason and that there’s nothing she can do until the pills she took stop their effects.
“can you rub on mommy’s stomach please, baby?” the pills have also given her a number of side effects including cramps, and it makes her feel like a teenager who’s got their first period all over again.
you nod and she lifts her shirt up a little. you press your hand into her warm skin, slowly massaging the area with little dips of your fingers. she smiles through her pain at your efforts, reaching her hand out to smooth over your hair. “just a little more pressure, sweetheart,” she says, still moulding her breasts over her thin shirt.
you try your best to add pressure, but touching her like this feels weirdly intimate, especially when she has that contorted look on her face, and soft little whimpers spill from her mouth. you don’t want to overstep or end up hurting her.
“here,” she says, reaching out and patting your hand. “how about we switch, hm? you massage mommy’s boobs instead?” your lips part for a second before you realise and you quickly close your mouth, nervously rubbing the back of your neck. “a-are you sure?”
“of course, baby. mommy just needs a little more firmness on her tummy.” she connects her thumb and index fingers together as she speaks.
you don’t quite catch the coy smirk she lets her lips break in to for just a second, too busy not being able to look her in the eyes whilst you nod your head in agreement.
she straightens her face when you look up and gives you a tender smile instead, taking your hand and guiding you to her cloth covered breast. you lay your hand flat on the surface, too scared to move, to do anything. “go on sweetheart, help mommy feel better.”
it’s squishy and warm as you squeeze and you feel them spilling out of her bra underneath her shirt - the overgrowth of milk clearly making it too small for her. you begin lightly massaging, hands pressing in a clawing motion against her tits. “like this, mommy?”
she sighs, tipping her head back at your touch. “yeah, baby, oooh - that’s it,” she moans softly, placing her own hand on her stomach and pressing hard at the tightening pressure on her pelvis.
you massage for a few more minutes and it seems as though some of wanda’s pain has been alleviated. her eyes are closed and she breathes in long stretches as you work. you can’t say the idea of groping your mommy’s tits isn’t making your underwear just a little damp, and you try not to squirm every time she softly mewls, but it’s gets frustratingly harder with each passing minute.
even more so when you start to feel a slight wetness on her shirt. it settles on your palms, warm and slightly tinted. you pause, looking up at her. but she doesn’t seem to notice, too encapsulated in her meditative state.
the liquid flows a bit more freely now, darkening the patch of her shirt around where her nipples are. “m-mommy?” your fingers stop their motions on her boobs and her eyes flutter open. she sees you staring at your hand, unsure of what to do with the liquid that has accumulated there.
“oh, detka.” she coos, stroking your temple. “can you go and get mommy’s pump, please?”
you nod and she tells you it’s in one of her bedside table drawers. you stand up shakily, though you’re not sure why. your head seems to feel a little fluttery and you feel a slight jolt in your abdomen. a feeling that gets worse as you watch wanda lift her shirt up, revealing only a thin bra that has become almost transparent around her nipples.
you instantly look away, focusing on the task at hand. get her pump. you reach down to the bottom drawer of her nightstand and open it, fetching the item and walk back to the bed, almost antagonisingly slow.
you pass her the item and sit down next to her awkwardly, not knowing what to do with yourself. and if that wasn’t already hard enough, she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, scrunching it up into a ball and aiming at the laundry basket a few feet away.
you turn away as soon as your eyes come into contact with her breasts, wanting to be respectful, not because you’re afraid of ogling her - no, never that.
“it’s okay, sweetheart,” she giggles. “you can look.”
you turn back around, smiling sheepishly and taking her in. they’re full, almost swollen, her nipples hardening as they come into contact with the fresh, cool, summer air. your cheeks turn pink and you try your best to look at her pretty face, but it feels like they’re staring right at you.
“you okay, bunny?” she snaps you out of your thoughts. you clear your throat and give her an unbelievable smile. “yes.”
she’s just about done fiddling with the pump and attaches the flange on to her nipple. she breathes, thinking she’s about to get a relief from all this, but the suction seems to not be working. she checks the tubing and assembly, not understanding what the problem is.
she tries once more and the suction fails again. she cups one of her boobs as an achy cramp suddenly attacks. “mmh,” she whimpers - unintentionally, or not, gripping one of your thighs.
you wouldn’t say you like seeing your mommy in pain, but the sounds she makes and the hold on your thigh is making quite the mess of your panties - much so that if she moved her hand one inch closer she’d for sure feel the stickiness coating your groin area.
“baby…” wanda whispers, her thumb making little circles on your thigh. “w-would you mind?” she asks, her words slow and drifting into the air. you catch them before they dissipate and your eyes widen involuntarily.
you know she really wouldn’t ask if she didn’t have any other option and the thought of her nipples in your mouth doesn’t seem like a bad thing, so why are you so nervous?
you stare into space, and she anxiously waits for your answer, hoping to get it sooner rather than later. “please, sweetheart…mommy hurts.” she winces, fingering her exposed, tender nipples. her words have you instantly obliging, nodding your head vigorously like that alone will stop her pain.
“yeah?” she waits for your confirmation, her tensed muscles finally relaxing a little.
“yeah,” you echo, your skin prickling with warmth.
“come here, sweetheart.” wanda opens her arms, gesturing for you to sit sideways on her lap. once you’re comfortable she kisses your forehead and rests her hand on the side of your thigh. you find it a little hard to breathe now that you’re close up to her - her breasts mere inches away from your face, dripping milk down onto her stomach. “go head, baby,” she coaxes, stroking your thigh.
you glance at her face once more and she softly smiles, all the extra reassurance you need to lean forward and wrap your lips around her nipple.
she sighs as you slowly suckle, letting her shoulders sink fully into their natural state. you hum and relax your tongue around her as the sweet, thin liquid flows into your mouth. it doesn’t taste like you expected, you somehow thought it’d be bitter, but it’s almost got a vanilla kind of tinge to it.
“mmh…good girl,” she murmurs, her fingers slow and soothing on your thigh, and a pulse of heat rushes straight to your core. your legs squirm slightly underneath her touch and you apply more pressure, suckling as the milk caresses your stomach lining.
wanda guides one of your hands to her other boob, placing it there and squeezing your fingers. you let out a low squeak as you massage, feeling the tiny milk droplets leak out of her nipple with each touch. “such a helpful little girl,” she says, moaning softly when you gently pinch her erect bud.
your sleep shorts seem to grow wetter just as fast as the milk seeps into your mouth. you don’t mean to have these reactions, but this whole situation feels like a fever dream, just not one you’d ever want to wake up from - it has your thoughts feeling blurry and your tummy feeling all funny. you press your free hand just above your panty line, willing the delightful ache away, but it doesn’t seem to work.
once the boob your undivided attention is on starts feeling a little empty, wanda sits you up and places you on the side of her other one. you don’t waste any time, latching on to her trickling nipple and shutting your eyes closed. she puts her hand back on your thigh, letting her fingertips dance up and down your skin. her lips widen as she sees just how much your enjoying it and she fights to hold back a moan when you accidentally bite her nipple, eager and hungry like you haven’t had a bite of food in days. you smile bashfully, an apologetic expression on your face.
“you like that, baby?” she grins, deep down wanting you to do it again. you just nod in response, irrationally afraid of what might happen if you let go for one second.
her fingertips trail up towards your stomach, she can’t seem to keep her hands to herself. she rubs the area with her palm, feeling your stomach bloat as it fills with liquid, the rising and dropping as you breathe accentuating the effect. “mommy loves your little tummy, sweetheart.” she presses a little harder, your stomach making little gurgling noises as you digest her milk.
you whimper, pursing your lips around her, forcing your legs shut as you squirm in her lap. wanda coos, kissing your cheeks and pushing harder against your stomach.
“poor baby.” she lowers her hands, trailing down towards your inner thighs. when you realise where she’s headed your brows pinch, and you gaze up at her, all doe eyed and fuzzy headed. she doesn’t say a word, her face motionless, just making it seem like innocent little touches. you almost believe it, but then you feel your shorts being pulled to the side and two fingers teasing you over your panties. you unlatch from her nipple, a sharp gasp squeezing out from your throat. “m-mommy?”
“keep suckling, baby - that’s it,” she mutters, gently pushing your mouth back onto her breast. her nails lightly graze your clit and you pule as she spreads your legs so that she can gain better access.
she flexes her fingers over your panties, slowly collecting all your dampness on her skin. “mommy felt how wet your sleep shorts were while you were drinking her milk, bunny,” she almost sings, gasping without a single ounce of shock at the wetness coating her fingers.
you find it hard to stay still, your legs writhing at her touch and your lips quivering around her nipple, making little drops of the white liquid drip out from your mouth. she neatly wipes the spilt milk off of your chin, kissing the corner of your mouth in the process. “was it making your insides all funny, hm? - sucking on mommy’s boobies.”
your hips buck at her words, making you flustered and hot within seconds - the teasing of her fingers on your pussy isn’t helping at all. “mhm…” is all you can manage with the sweltering heat attacking your core.
she pushes your panties to the side, running her fingers up your folds. “mm, i bet, honey.” she spreads them open, pressing a finger on your clit and rubbing in slow circles, and you let out a strained moan, burrowing your face in the side of her boob. “ohh, baby - does that feel good?”
you nod, whimpering into her skin as she increases the intensity, making your skin tingle and shiver. “fff- mommy,” you whine, popping her nipple back into your mouth and sucking eagerly, your teeth grazing her sensitive flesh. she moans inaudibly, her fingers slowing on your clit as she gathers herself before picking their pace back up and overwhelming your senses.
“such a pretty girl,” she says, smiling as if she’d just won the lottery and inching her fingers closer to your dripping hole. “say it for me, princess - tell mommy you’re her pretty girl.” she circles her fingers around your entrance, letting your slickness wrap around them like lube.
“‘m your pretty girl, mommy,” you mumble around her nipple, and it satisfies her enough so that she sticks her fingers inside your pussy, curling them slightly upwards and pounding them into you.
your hands clutch at her own as she fucks her fingers inside you, clawing and pulling involuntarily as your mind tries to keep up with your body. “shhh, i’ve got you. yeah, you’re doing such a good job…taking it so well.”
you suck lazily on her boob, milk dribbling down your chin and chest. wanda’s free hand rests on your stomach, pressing down like before, making you wriggle and press your hips up further into her touch, seeking what your body cannot handle.
you exhale sharply when she curls her fingers some more. her own hips start to lightly buck up against your thigh, the sight of your tired pussy being finger fucked and the feeling of your walls clenching around them making her insatiably aroused.
you feel her weak attempt at humping against you, the fabric of her pants and the position you’re in a useless barrier - you can tell how frustrated and pent up she is and it only causes your orgasm to draw closer. “god, sweetheart…you’re making mommy so wet,” she mewls, fucking her fingers deeper into your hole.
“‘m so close, mommy,” you cry out, your eyes glistening with unshed tears as you suckle on the remainder of what’s left in her boobs. the pressure on your cervix leaves you a whiny, disheveled mess, biting down hungrily on her nipples, needing more.
wanda groans, tilting your chin up and kissing your mouth - wet and sloppy and without any rhythm, struggling to keep her cool. her tongue rasps against yours and you noisily whimper into her mouth, the sounds vibrating against her oesophagus.
she teasingly presses harder on your stomach, knowing that will end up being your demise. you feel a knot of heaviness in your bladder and clutch at your mommy’s hands again, trying but failing to pry them off. “come for me, angel…come for mommy.”
you moan inaudibly one last time before your legs squeeze together and shake violently as your pussy contracts around her fingers and you reach your peak, a stream of pleasure washing over you.
“that’s it, baby.” wanda soothes, wrapping her arms around you while your body stiffens and your vision blurs. “soo pretty when you come.” she pulls her fingers out of you slowly then sticks them in her mouth, humming at the taste of you.
you whine, laying in the pleasure of your first orgasm for a moment, then press your face into her chest, ineptly sucking on the skin of her breast.
“shhh, mommy’s got you,” she whispers into your hairline, stroking up and down your backside. “such a good girl…”
she sits you on her lap, your legs straddling her. she looks down at your dazed expression and pouts at how soft and blissed out you look. it’s adorable, and she can’t resist pressing tiny little kisses all over your face.
you giggle, trying to shield yourself but she just pulls your hands away. “mm mm, i don’t think so” she teases, peppering your face even more and feeling her lips get warmer as you flush at her touch. “there’s my sweet girl.”
she softens, pulling you back against her chest and cradling you gently in her arms. “i love you, sweetheart,” she murmurs, petting your hair.
you bury your face deeper into her chest, drunk on love and affection - your mouth finds its way back to her nipple and you suckle until you no longer feel the sunlight on your back.
── ˚₊‧ 💋 ɞ₊‧˚ seonghwa x fem!reader ── mdni 𓆩♡𓆪 smut, established relationship, romance, angst, tension, hurt/comfort, fuckboy!hwa, kissing, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, teasing/edging, vaginal sex (unprotected), doggystyle, overstimulation, dirty talk, multiple orgasms ⸝⸝ᵕ ༯ᵕ⸝⸝ first, we fight, then we fuck and make up <3 ── word count: ³.¹ᵏ 👠 “Your boyfriend was watching himself fuck you—holy airball.”
A/N: wrote this cause I’ve been thirsting over seonghwa (ik big shocker there) but also been having a tougher time these days but doing my best to not be defeated or lose my passion and this just came to mind. sorry if it sucks, I just needed an outlet, so enjoy my cherries ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊ feedback is always welcomed!
“Ugh! Fuck you, Hwa!”
“I thought we were fighting. Now you wanna fuck?”
The smug grin spreading across his lips filled you with equal parts disgust and dread because you knew it was as easy as breathing for you to fall for his charms.
Not today.
“Keep it up,” you muttered, rolling your eyes as you turned away, “We’ll see who has the last laugh.”
Before you could make it two steps, his fingers wrapped gently around your wrist.
“Okay, okay.” His teasing melted away. “Don’t go. I don’t want to leave things like this.”
His expression softened, those big, warm brown eyes searching yours. Fuck! No! You glanced away before they could pull you in, looking anywhere else but at his face, blinking hard against the sting building behind your eyes.
“I’m tired of you embarrassing me and making me look like—”
Your voice caught.
“Like what?”
“Look like…some crazy bitch who’s desperate, obsessed, and head over heels for you.”
“..so you’re not head over heels for me?” There it was—that stupid grin again. You yanked your wrist from his hand.
“You think this is funny and it’s not.”
His smile faltered.
“Forget it.”
“No, wait.” He stepped forward. “What do you want me to say?”
His jaw tightened.
“She came on to me.”
“You allowed it! You went along with the whole thing—buying her drinks, dancing with her.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you sighed from exhaustion.
“Your friends continue to treat me as a joke because you do.”
“My friends are assholes, I can’t control how they act.”
His brows furrowed, his hand reaching out to touch you again but you stepped back to avoid it.
“Why is that my fault?”
“Because you never shut them down.”
You could barely look at him but you met his eyes, trying to calm down but the situation made you more upset than you’ve ever been before. This wasn’t the first fight, but it was the worst.
“You pick your friends and that says everything about you.”
Seonghwa flinched, the words paining him just as much as they pained you to say, but only half as much as his actions from the other night made you feel.
“I’m an asshole and I’m sorry. What can I do to make this right?”
It took everything out of you not to slap him, but you’d never lay a hand on Seonghwa. You couldn’t—wouldn’t. It wouldn’t solve anything regardless. It would only drive a final nail in the coffin of your relationship.
You were done with the argument.
You said everything there was to say.
“You can sleep on the couch. Goodnight.”
With that, you stormed off toward the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you before he could say another word, sobbing into your hand.
Half expecting him to knock on the door, you’re pleased when he doesn’t. You fall face first into your pillow and cry to your broken heart’s content.
At some point, you must’ve cried yourself asleep. Your pillowcase, stained with tears and smudged mascara, was proof enough. You rolled over and your hand instinctively reached over to Seonghwa’s side of the bed, fisting the sheets. Why’d he have to be such a jerk?
Why’d you have to miss him? His touch? His warmth?
Even his snores soothed something inside you, and the empty space beside you left you restless. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself back to sleep, but it never came.
Eventually, with sleep refusing to come, you pushed yourself out of bed. The first thing your hand grabbed was one of Seonghwa’s oversized t-shirts. You pulled it over your head, leaving your panties untouched, then quietly slipped out of the room.
The hum of commercials coming from the TV grew louder as you entered the living room, crossing over to the couch on the balls of your feet.
That’s when you saw him—
Hwa lay sprawled across the love seat, breathing softly as he slept on his back. The glow from the television washed over his face, softening every sharp angle. You bit your lower lip. His sweatpants had slipped low on his hips, the waistband of his boxer briefs peeking out beneath the hem of his shirt.
Damn him.
You stood over him and leaned down, tapping on his shoulder. He didn’t stir an inch. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed the remote and clicked the TV off.
Tapping Seonghwa again, harder this time, he finally shifted. His eyes scanned the room as they opened, then he sat up, disgruntled.
“Babe?” He groaned. “Is something wrong? You okay?”
His concern pierced straight through the walls you’d spent the last few hours building around yourself.
Damn him…again.
How did he make staying angry so difficult?
“Define okay.”
Seonghwa nodded, flitting his gaze and stared at the floor. It was obvious he felt guilty.
Good.
If he wanted your forgiveness, he’d have to earn it—and you had a few ideas where to start. You took a deep breath and held out your hand to him. It took him a moment to understand, glancing at your hand then back up to your face, confusion settling in his expression. Then cautiously, he took your hand in his.
You helped him stand to his feet before dragging him to the bedroom. Even half-asleep, he moved with effortless grace—agile bunny. Closing the door behind, you leaned your back against it. Anger and desire churned together inside you until you could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.
“Baby, I really am sorry. Can we talk more in the—”
Suddenly, cutting off his words, you closed the distance between you and lunged at him, pressing your lips to his with hunger and greed. Seonghwa’s hands slipped around your waist, tasting you with similar tension and need. Your hands trailed up the sides of his neck, fisting the hair at the nape of his head.
His tongue brushed against yours before he leaned back, leaving you pouting like a toddler who got their toy taken away.
“Wait, y/n, I want you to hear me,” he pleaded. “I don’t want you to think I’m trying to weasel out of—”
“Stop talking.” You muttered, returning your lips to his.
Your wet lips trailed lower, kissing and licking the corner of his mouth before moving to his jaw and then his throat. Seonghwa let out a hushed moan, gripping the hem of your shirt tightly.
“I just want you to know…I know I was wrong and—”
“I have something better for that mouth to do other than yap.”
Hwa raised an eyebrow, curiosity briefly eclipsing the guilt in his eyes.
“I want you to do that thing…” You both stood in silence for a beat, “…with your tongue. Now.”
That cheeky smile of his made a quick comeback. He made short work of guiding you backward toward the bed until the back of your legs hit the bed frame and your butt plopped down on the mattress. He sank to his knees and hoisted your legs above his shoulders, drawing you back on your forearms.
“Your wish is my command, princess,” he cooed.
His fingers tightened around your thigh as Seonghwa pushed your legs apart and placed slow, tantalizing kisses up your inner thigh until he got to the crease of your hip. His nose grazed along your panty line, lightly kissing the wet splotch of fabric. It drove you crazy.
You caressed his bicep roughly, crescent shapes indenting his skin from your nails.
“Stop teasing, Hwa,” you let out breathlessly.
He lifted his head and sweetly nipped the inside of your thigh.
“But, baby, teasing is the best part…” He rubbed two of his long fingers in circles over the damp cotton, playing delicately with your covered clit.
Your thighs shook slightly in his strong hands. Seonghwa ignored the way you squirmed, heat rushing from your core to your face. Switching his fingers with his lips, he licked a hot stripe up the cloth and sucked at the sensitive bud.
Goddamnit. Your head grew fuzzy, blood pounding in your ears. Seonghwa let out a low laugh as you whimpered, desperate for him to latch his tongue directly to your aching flesh. Your fingernails left angry red marks as they scratched along his arm.
“So wet for me already, I see.” He boasted, nuzzling his face deeper into your soaked panties like a man starved.
“F-fuck you…Hwa…”
“All in good time, y/n.” He tangled his fingers in the strings of your underwear. “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”
You did as he instructed before he slipped them down your legs, tossing them to the floor. He studied the juicy center between your hips, practically drooling at the sight. His gaze lifted to meet yours before he lowered his head once more, gliding his tongue up and down your pussy once. Your head tipped back, your entire body igniting like a flame.
“Please…”
“Please what?” He asked coyly. “Use your words, baby.”
“Please…eat me...” you whispered, clawing at his hand.
He buried his head, tongue parting through your folds and circling the bundle of nerves that begged for his attention. Seonghwa continued edging you, his tongue traveling everywhere but where you craved.
He knew exactly how to rile you up.
His mouth resumed the task at hand with renewed eagerness, and your choked gasps filled the room.
“H-hwa..” you moaned, but it was a broken, whiny sound from the back of your throat as your fingers twisted in his golden locks.
Your hips rutted up as his tongue worked you, a mixture of your wetness and his saliva dripping heavily down his chin. Each tug at his hair only spurred him on. He growled against you, sending vibrations through your core. Your toes curled at the overwhelming tension.
“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he rasped drunkenly.
Words abandoned you. All that came out was incoherent, meaningless babbling. His mouth moved to suck at your throbbing clit with endearing focus, the scorching pleasure blinding you.
Then he did it—that thing you loved most. His tongue slid into you, far as it could into your hot, wet core. His hand resting on your gut to hold you in place as you trembled.
“Hwa—” you cried out, gripping his hand frantically, grinding down as his nose hit your clit with each motion, his name tumbling from your lips. “P-please don’t stop.”
He sucked gingerly at your aching bud, swiveling his tongue flat like a brush in a painter's hand along your insides. The coil in your stomach knotted fast, the relentless attention to your clit sending unbearable sensations rippling through your body.
As the fire in your abdomen spread, an uncontrolled instinct to run away from him coursed through you, your hand shoving his forehead in weak effort.
He kept you exactly where you were.
His shoulders pressed your thighs further back as he moaned into you, keeping his mouth latched to you and his view unobstructed. Seonghwa liked to watch you fall apart. His gaze stayed fixed on your face as it lit up with delight.
The orgasm ripped through you as your eyes shut, your mouth falling open in a silent cry. You rode his tongue in a frenzy with the intense waves rushing through you. Silvery strings of spit and arousal broke as he pulled away. As the white haze faded from your vision, you caught the shine of it on his swollen lips.
Seonghwa stood over you, breathing heavily, taking in the aftermath of you coming undone.
“Fuck…” you panted, flicking your foot softly and pressing your toes to his crotch, teasing the bulge.
Seonghwa was rock hard, his cock pulsing to be freed.
“Flip over and get on your stomach,” his voice was delicate yet commanding as he pulled his sweats down by the waist, "I'm not done with you yet.”
You obeyed immediately, folding yourself over the side of the bed until your feet touched the cold wooden floor.
You barely heard him come up behind you.
Not until his cock pushed inside you, thick and unyielding, and stretched you open inch by inch. Your fingers dug into the bedsheets as the pressure built in your stomach with every snap of hips.
“Oh, y/n, you feel so fucking perfect…” his hands squeezed your waist to steady you as he bottomed out inside you.
The slick, heated squelching and your muffled cries as you stuffed your face in the mattress was all you could hear. Your legs threatened to give out under the weight of his thrusts. The burning friction was sharp, delicious, and intoxicating.
Your soaked cunt fluttered helplessly around him as he rolled his hips gradually, setting an intense but frustrating pace. Your breath hitched when you turned your head to the side, purring raggedly as Seonghwa stuffed you to an all too familiar fullness.
“You like that baby? Hmm, does this feel good?”
He knows you can’t answer.
Bastard.
Everything blurred into white as your body was entranced with fiery bliss, the next orgasm knocking on your belly with searing passion, but that’s when you saw it…
The mirror.
The reflection of the two of you staring back.
Your eyes widened at the sight.
(A few weeks ago, Seonghwa came home with the largest and gaudiest mirror you’d ever seen. A chrome silver frame adorned with red roses and thorny vines surrounded the glass, and he propped it against the wall across from the bed.
You hated it.
He loved it.
So, it stayed—but you didn’t understand why…until now.)
Seonghwa stared into the mirror, lustfully pumping in and out of you, a slow smirk creeping across his face as his eyes locked with yours in the reflection. His dark demeanor was animalistic and carnal and…painfully sexy.
Your boyfriend was watching himself fuck you.
Holy airball.
“You’re taking me so good, princess...”
Seonghwa raised your leg, guiding your knee onto the bed. Your eyes rolled back as he pushed deeper into you. One hand gripped the back of your thigh. The other seized the back of your neck, forcing your face into the bedding.
“Fuck…Seonghwa…oh my go—” you whined, feeling your ass bounce against his groin, “I’m c-close…don’t…s-stop…”
Low, wild groans tore from his chest as he quickened his rhythm.
Each thrust felt like an imprint in your pussy—like he was reclaiming you completely as his.
“That’s it, y/n. Cum for me, cum all over my cock,” he grunted.
Those words shoved you right over the edge.
For a second time, a choked sob bursted out of you as your walls clenched around Seonghwa’s length, causing his hips to stutter.
Stars sparkled behind your eyes, and it hit you that this was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had.
(The memory flickered—Seonghwa had you pinned against a fence in the backyard of his family home—mind-blowing, but this surpassed it.)
“S-shit, holy s-shit…” his deep voice broke, your name dribbling wrecked and raw through his lips as you cum around him.
His head tilted back and hips stilled, spilling his seed inside you, slowly pushing back and forth as you milked every last drop from him.
The only sound was the both of you breathing as he stopped and rested against you.
Seonghwa stayed inside you for a second longer before pulling himself out sluggishly. He fell to his knees, gaze dropping on his cum leaking out of your cunt.
Your body, heavy and flooded, collapsed before you carefully crawled along the bed, attempting to shift away and put some distance between you and your sex demon boyfriend.
It was too late.
Hwa was ravenous.
He followed instantly.
“Nu-uh, come back here.” Seonghwa grabbed your waist and pulled you back.
He greeted you with a sizzling, sticky lick up your drenched core and you yelped at the sudden contact.
He didn’t slow down. Standing over you, he closed the distance again and shoved his finger inside you without warning.
“I have to see you cum one more time.”
“Seonghwa…” you mewled, thighs shaking from the overstimulation.
He added a second ring-clad finger for good measure, the cool metal roughly pressing into your flesh. Hwa drove his fingers further inside you, flexing them and hitting your sweet spot.
Your screams of ecstasy fueled him.
His fingers split you with reckless abandon. Your thoughts dissolved as juices trickled from your cunt, coating his hand and puddling onto the floor.
A piercing slap stung your ass cheek before Seonghwa rubbed the sore skin.
“Good girl. You’re doing very well,” he praised, his thumb playing with your clit in tandem with his strokes.
“Oh my god…”
It was too much.
A strangled noise tumbled from your mouth as the knot in your stomach shattered and released your third orgasm fiercely, your pussy spasming around his digits until he pulled them out.
You quivered tensely, swallowing hard before going limp.
Thick spurts of cum, his and yours, seeped between your legs.
The rest of the night, you and Seonghwa lay together in bed, cuddling with his second erection engulfed by your wet heat. Arms wrapped around each other as he moaned lovingly into your ear.
You were kissing and sucking sloppily all over his neck and throat, leaving these reddish purple splotches on his skin.
Marking your territory.
“Baby…fuck…” Every time he moaned, his cock twitched against your spongy walls.
It made you giggle.
“I want to apologize…please…”
Your head lifted as you met his eyes, ready to finally hear him.
“I’m sorry I made you feel like shit. I promise it won’t happen again.” Seonghwa whispered, appearing extremely sincere.
“I know, Hwa…and I forgive you.”
His face lights up, giving you a short kiss on your lips with the utmost satisfaction. You continued biting at his bruised throat, giving kitten licks in between to soothe the stings.
He meant too much to you to let go of.
He just needed to respect you more.
“But you’ll have to prove that it’s earned with your actions.”
“Didn’t I do that like half an hour ago? You came three times?”
“Shut up,” you tried to stifle your laugh but it came out anyway as you punched him playfully in the chest.
“I will, baby. I swear. I love you too much to—”
Seonghwa’s words cut off as his eyes grew wide.
“I mean…fuck. I shouldn’t have said that. I, uhm...”
You took his face with both hands and kissed him tenderly. It was filled with passion, tongues massaging together as your mouths rolled over each other.
cw: MDNI, smut, bigdick!steve, dom!steve, p in v, no protection, dirty talk uhm idk smut again?
an: first time writing anything spicy lol i hope you enjoy it! (divider by @saradika-graphics !)
The dress was a stupid idea.
You still wore it anyway.
It was too short. The fabric clung to your hips and rode up your thighs with every step, no matter how many times you tugged it down in the mirror that morning. You stood there longer than you should have, turning side to side, telling yourself she looked hot. Confident. Like someone who didn’t give a damn.
Like you weren’t putting it on for him.
But the lie sat heavy in your chest as you drove to WSQK, Fleetwood Mac playing low on the tape deck. Hawkins still carried that faint wrongness in the air. Occasional static on the radio, military trucks rumbling past in the distance. But you pushed it aside. Today wasn’t about any of that. Today was about proving something to yourself.
You just weren’t sure what.
When you pushed open the station door, the familiar smell of burnt coffee and old carpet hit you first. Robin’s voice spilled out from the booth, bright and rambling over the speakers about some listener’s request for Blondie.
You dropped your bag behind the counter and started sorting through yesterday’s notes—little scribbles and song ideas in your messy handwriting. You could feel Robin’s eyes on you before you even looked up.
Robin leaned out of the booth, mic muted. Her eyebrows shot up.
“Jesus Christ,” she said slowly, dragging her gaze over the dress. “You trying to start a war today?”
You shrugged, cheeks already warming. You tugged at the hem again out of habit. “It’s just a dress.”
Robin let out a low whistle. “Just a dress. Sure. Steve’s gonna lose his fucking mind the second he sees you.”
You chewed your bottom lip, that nervous little habit you couldn’t shake. “Good.”
Before Robin could tease you more, the back room door swung open.
Steve stepped out, mug of coffee in one hand, a stack of papers in the other. His hair was still a little messy from the drive over, Henley stretched across his shoulders in that way that always made you stupid. His eyes found you immediately.
And they stayed there.
He stopped mid-step. His gaze dragged down, It was slow and deliberate. taking in the tight fabric hugging your waist, the short hem, the long line of your legs. His throat worked as he swallowed.
He said your name. His voice came out rough, lower than usual. “What the hell are you wearing?”
You tilted your head, trying to play it cool even as heat pooled low in your belly. “Something comfortable.”
Steve set the mug down on the counter with a little too much force. He crossed the small space between you, stopping just close enough that you could smell his cologne and that warm, familiar Steve scent underneath. His eyes were dark, hungry.
“You wore that on purpose,” he said quietly.
You shrugged one shoulder, but your pulse was already racing. “Maybe I did.”
He didn’t touch you right away. Just stood there, looking at you like he was memorizing every inch. One hand finally lifted, fingers brushing the hem of your dress, tracing the edge where fabric met skin. The touch was light, but it sent electricity straight through you.
“You know what this does to me,” he murmured, voice dropping even lower. “Walking in here looking like sin. Chewing that damn lip.”
Your breath hitched. You could feel Robin watching you from the booth, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
“Tell me,” you whispered.
Steve leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Makes me want to drag you into the break room and fuck you until the only thing you can remember is how good i feel inside you.”
Your thighs pressed together instinctively. The words hit hard, straight and filthy, exactly the way you liked them from him.
Robin groaned loudly from the other side of the glass. “You two are disgusting. At least wait until I’m not stuck in here listening to you eye-fuck each other.”
Steve didn’t even glance at you. His fingers tightened slightly on your thigh, just under the hem. “Break room. Five minutes.”
You should have said no. You were supposed to be figuring things out, not falling right back into this hot, messy cycle. But the way he was looking at you— dark eyes, jaw tight, barely holding himself back, that made your decision easy.
You nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”
You lasted maybe three minutes.
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The second the break room door clicked shut, Steve had you pressed against it, mouth crashing into yours with months of pent-up want. His hands roamed—gripping your waist, sliding down to squeeze your ass, pulling you tight against the hard line of his body.
“God, baby,” he groaned between kisses, nipping at your bottom lip. “You look so fucking good. This dress, fuck, it’s criminal.”
He spun you slowly, pressing your front to the cool door. One big hand shoved the hem of your dress up over your hips while the other tangled gently in your hair, tilting your head back so he could kiss along your neck. You felt him behind you, already hard. The thick bulge of his cock grinding slowly against your ass.
You whimpered quietly, pushing back into him.
Steve’s breath was hot against your ear. “You want it, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” you breathed. “Please.”
He took his time. Belt undone slowly, zipper loud in the quiet room. Then you felt the blunt, heavy head of his cock teasing your entrance. It was thick, hot, and so big it made your thighs tremble even before he pushed in.
He eased in inch by inch, stretching you open with that familiar, overwhelming fullness. You moaned softly, forehead pressed to the door as he bottomed out, hips flush against your ass.
“Fuck,” Steve groaned, voice wrecked. One arm banded around your waist, holding you steady. “So tight, pretty girl. Always take my dick so well. Look at you, taking every inch like you were made for it.”
He stayed there for a long moment, letting you adjust, lips pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck. Then he started moving. Those slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. The pace was unhurried, deliberate, each thrust deep enough to make you gasp.
“That’s it,” he murmured, one hand sliding down to rub slow circles over her clit. “Feel that? Feel how deep I am, babydoll? Gonna fuck you nice and slow until you’re shaking for me.”
Your legs trembled. The stretch, the fullness, the way he filled you so completely, it was almost too much. You moaned his name, pushing back to meet every thrust.
Steve kept the rhythm steady, praising you in that low, rough voice you loved. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me. Taking me so well.”
You came first, slow and deliberate, clenching around his thick length with a broken whimper. Steve groaned, hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge, burying himself deep and pulsing hot inside you.
You stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard. Steve pressed gentle kisses along your shoulder, his arms wrapped around you like he never wanted to let go.
“Missed this,” he whispered against your skin. “Missed you.”
You smiled, still glowing, heart too full. “Missed you too, Steve.”
You both cleaned up slowly, trading soft touches and lazy kisses. When you finally slipped back into the main area, Robin was waiting with an exaggerated sigh and a knowing smirk.
“You two are hopeless,” she said, shaking her head. “Callers are piling up. Try to keep your hands to yourselves for at least the next hour, yeah?”
You laughed softly, cheeks still flushed, and picked up your notes again. Steve’s hand brushed yours as he passed, warm and lingering, a quiet promise in his eyes.
It was just another morning at the Squawk.
But with the slow ache between your legs and the taste of him still on your lips, it felt like something a lot bigger.
18+ content ahead. angel character x human reader. intentional upper and lower case. lots of references to catholicism. amab, masc reader & character. fem-aligned & minors dni.
thinking about being on your knees alone in a grand cathedral. your eyes are closed, your hands are clasped in prayer, and you’re begging whoever’s out there to intercede for you, to purify your rotten soul. your legs are weak from how long you’ve held this position.
an unfamiliar, warm caress awakens you from your trance, but you have to strain to open your eyes. the incandescent light in front of you is almost unbearable. your corneas sting, and you can feel the beginnings of tears in your eyes.
Cry not, little one. Be not afraid.
the words echo in your head, but have no apparent source. as your sight adjusts, you can make out a shape that is just barely human. it stands between yourself and the altar you were praying to a moment ago. you could have sworn someone touched you, but the creature was much too far from you to do that. it becomes increasingly clear to you what, or who, this creature might be, and the words escape your lips before you can think any further.
“god, is that you?”
the effulgent figure laughs, or at least you think it was him. the sound seems to be coming from your own head, rather than an outside source. his voice is deep and velvety, but it had a musical quality to it.
No, lamb, for I am one of His servants.
you ponder for a moment, only to come to a stronger conclusion. your voice comes out a bit more confident this time.
“a servant of the lord? are you an angel?”
a sudden sensation of warmth fills you, much like happiness or pride. however, you sense that this emotion is not your own, and that it is merely being transferred to you.
That is correct.
his words send a shiver down your spine. tears still threaten to spill from your eyes, but no longer because of his light. rather, you am tempted to cry because due to the sheer awe that has overcome you. your heart races with divine fear of the being in front of you. electricity races through your blood and down, between your legs. you hope he doesn’t notice your growing arousal, especially since you just met the angel.
“s-so… do you have a message for me?”
Not quite, little one. I have been sent to provide an answer for your prayers.
your attempt to stifle your sinful lust is proving to be increasingly unsuccessful. all you can hope is that this angel does not know the human body well enough, so that he does not recognize your flushed cheeks or pounding heart as symptoms of desire.
“would the answer… is it not a message?”
I do not believe a human would interpret it in such a way.
suddenly, an invisible force guides you up, from your knees, and to a standing position. you feel as though you have no choice but to obey, and so you do. that same force compels you forward, the angel following close behind you. you didn’t need to ask to know what this mysterious force was.
now that you stand next to him, you are forced to confront just how much larger he is than you. he has to be at least double your own height. no wonder people are so intimidated by angels. however, he is more like a human than you expected an angel to look.
you stand in between the altar and the tabernacle, your back facing the pews. the angel comes to stand in front of you and lifts you onto the altar.
he cast both yourself and the dim cathedral in a soft glow. you was almost confident that he had toned down his brilliance so that you could bear being so close. his wings spread behind him in a grand display and a halo encircled his head. however, despite all his glory, he did not cast a shadow.
this close, the vague shape of human facial features were visible. although, they were a bit fuzzy, as if not fully realized. there were indents for eyes, the sharp point of a straight nose, and barely discernible lips.
I suppose I should make myself appear more human, if I intend to do what I wish with you.
the fuzzy edges solidified, and he was no longer a being of pure light. he had eyes like storm clouds and hair like silk. he still had his wings, but now they were formed of feathers rather than fire. you were tempted to run your fingers through them, and over his skin, to touch the divine with human flesh. his face broke into a grin and you flushed, remembering he could see your thoughts.
the angel’s robes were done up lazily, and could be pulled apart with a little tug, as if he was trying to tempt you. you could do nothing to hide your growing arousal, especially since he was right in front of you. even then, you made a pathetic attempt at covering yourself up.
he flicked your hands aside with ease, saying, “You need not hide yourself from me, little lamb. I already know how you feel.”
your face twisted in confusion, distracting from his slight teasing. “why are you speaking aloud to me if you can speak directly into my head?”
“Humans seem to be less afraid of me when I communicate in this way and in a human form. However, I do not seem to have that same problem with you. Even your tears came from a place of awe rather than fear.” one of his hands now cradled your face, as his eyes gazed into yours like you were the divine being here. he scoffed slightly as you leaned into his touch without apprehension, scooting infinitesimally towards him. “You are a curiosity amongst your kind, my dear. That is precisely how you managed to catch my attention. In truth, I have been watching you for some time now.”
you couldn’t help but question him again. “how long?”
“Not too long, but enough to become somewhat attached to you. I know you have being crying out to have your soul to be purified, especially since confession has been ineffective for you, and I have a method of doing so.”
“that method involves me being… here?” you gestured widely to the altar you were currently sitting upon.
“Why do I not just show you?”
before you could utter another word, his lips pressed against yours. how could you think whilst being held in the embrace of a sacred being, molded by god? how could describe the kiss of an angel?
his soft mouth fit against yours, like you were made for this kind of devotion. his hands, once stationary, now roamed your body, eager to learn every secret by touch alone, as well as to create a new one. the angel spread your legs with ease.
you balked at his experience, gasping and allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. you didn’t expect a being such as him to be able to command your body effortlessly.
he tasted like saccharine wine, reminiscent of receiving communion in your childhood. the angel’s tongue slid against your own, drawing whimpers and whines from deep inside your throat.
the angel guided you to lay down on the altar, as he pushed deeper into your mouth. the moment he pulled away, you were gasping for breath. “you’re… really good at that for an angel,” you sputtered.
“I have been around since the beginning of humanity. It is only logical that I would possess at least some knowledge about pleasing a human.” he looked upon you with such adoration that, if you weren’t already blushing, you could have blushed from that look alone.
without you noticing, he had already jumped to disrobing you. his fingers rested upon the first buttons of your shirt. “You do want this, correct?”
“i think you already know the answer to that.”
“Still, I would like to hear it from your lips.”
“yes, i do.”
“Good,” he said, immediately diving back in to kissing you. meanwhile, his hands worked on removing your clothes. with the way you both were positioned, you could not return the favor. you had no choice but to take what the angel gave to you.
you would have shivered without your shirt, were it not for the warmth of his body above you. you let him guide you through each movements of what is both, to you at least, a foreign ritual and a familiar fantasy.
as his hands moved down, so did his mouth. the angel took his time, pressing kisses to each inch of flesh he had available to him. it didn’t take him long to find the spot that would make you react the most: the junction between your neck and shoulder. he lightly nipped at the flesh, forcing a moan from deep inside your body. “That is precisely what I like to hear,” he muttered against your skin.
his fingers worked at unzipping your slacks, tight due to your fervent arousal, and nearly ripped them off you as soon as he could. however, the angel refused to touch you wanted, needed, him most.
you attempted to move in the only way you could, bucking your hips into his hands and whining, “touch me, please…?”
“Not yet, little one,” he said, using one hand to hold you down whilst the other removed your underwear. “Do you really think you deserve that right now?”
already knowing the answer to his question, you were about to respond “no”. but before you could, the angel fully removed your undergarments, and a whine tore through your throat.
you were humiliated with your position, being naked and wanting in front of a divine being. however, your full erection told a different story. like a lamb in the arms of a priest, you thoughtlessly laid forth your weaknesses. you let the angel guide you, with the promise of happiness.
he pulled away from your body, and you whined at the loss of his warmth. “Shush, my dear. You look so much better like this.” His eyes roamed your body, alight with passion and admiration. “Humans were always meant to be bare. They were meant to submit. Here you are, fulfilling your divine purpose. You’re already on the right track.”
“like… this?” you could hardly believe that something so right could cause you to feel so embarrassed.
“Do you not remember how you were in the Garden of Eden? I shall return you to that purity. Worry not, my dear, for you were also humiliated after the Fall.”
“well… what about you?” you said, now able to reach for his clothes.
the angel flicked your hands away once again. “Have patience, lamb. All will come in due time.”
his head, once resting in the crook of your neck now dives down, where you were just begging him to touch a moment ago. he licks teasingly at your tip, refusing to give you the exact pleasure you want.
you’re tempted to buck into his mouth, hands fisting at the cloth of the altar. you sighed at the feeling of finally having some friction against your aching arousal. however, you knew he’d take it away as soon as you tried to reach your own high.
he removed his lips from your erection temporarily, and a grin pulled at his lips. “Notice how it is not that difficult? You’re learning. Good boy.”
you were about to whine, but he immediately shut you up, taking you deep into his mouth and directly contradicting his earlier actions. his eyes met yours, bearing the color and passion of swirling storm clouds.
similarly, his tongue swirled around your length, switching between flicking your tip and licking long stripes underneath. it was hard to flush at the look he was giving when you couldn’t see it, since your head had tossed back in ecstasy.
as you looked to the sky and met eyes with the saints, you wondered how god would see this. you were moaning like a whore on an altar of worship. engaging in such behavior with a sacred creature had to be sinful in some way. for some strange reason, the thought only aroused you more.
however, the angel had initiated the encounter himself, and claimed he was sent for this. had god seen your desires and decided to be merciful? this notion was less comforting than you thought it might be.
surely, this angel get mad at you for perverting what was meant to be a purification ritual. he would see you sin for what it is: something immedicable. the idea of being scolded pushed you nearly to the edge-
“Do you truly believe you deserve to cum when you think things such as that?” your head shot up as he cruelly pulled off of you, taking away the friction your body so desperately craved.
“what? i-i don’t know what you’re talking about…” you stuttered, pathetically eager to reach the high that has been ripped away from you.
“Don’t lie to me. You know you can’t.”
you were opening your mouth to speak, but your breath caught as the angel finally disrobed. he discarded his garments carelessly behind him, and your eyes feasted on the sight of his body like a glutton. the only sound you could emit was a high whine.
without warning, the angel folded your legs up and shoved two fingers inside you. if he was as frustrated as you suspected, he didn’t let it show on his face. instead he was smiling down on you, encouraged evermore by the sounds that cascaded from your mouth.
he quickly broke this eye contact and set his sights on a new target: your chest. the angel leaned over you, further bending you in half. as he licked at one of your nipples, he pushed a third finger inside you.
your back arched and your nails scratched at his back, threatening to rip through his skin. all your senses were filled completely with him. you were still inebriated on the taste of his mouth. the shape of his halo had burned into your eyes. his fingers moved in and out of you with a wet schlik, massaging your sweet spot. he mouthed at your chest greedily, eager to drain you of every last moan he could.
you keened as the angel pushed a fourth finger inside you. he switched to your other areola, but his other hand played with the already sore one. you grasped as his wings as you were about to reach the edge, and the angel let a low groan, almost devilish in its possessiveness. he pulled out and off your chest, denying you your pleasure once again.
you wanted to cry, you wanted to cum, you wanted to be torn apart and put back together again by an angel you didn’t even know the name of. your nails dug into the bare flesh of a divine being, you wanted to make him bleed for denying you again.
“Calm down, little one. You’ll get your pleasure when I decide you deserve it.”
you couldn’t even form full sentences anymore, only fragments or whine fell from lips. any semblance of defiance died before it left your throat.
“Now, you’re about to get something much better. Hold still.”
he punctuated his sentence by thrusting deep into you, filling you up almost immediately. you let out a low moan when you realized he was still sinking into you. you knew he would be big, but you swore you could feel him in your throat.
he finally stopped, giving you a moment to breathe. the weight of him inside you was almost comforting. the only sounds in this dim place were your mixed breathing.
the angel then pulled out, leaving only his tip inside you, before slamming back in. you made a desperate noise that echoed inside the church, somewhere between a scream and a moan. your hands gripped onto his wings like they were your last lifeline as he began to pound into you.
he acted with a ferocity you didn’t know he possessed, and you were unsure if the angel was angry or extremely passionate. either way, he was ensuring you wouldn’t forget this experience.
he filled your vision, looking down at you with a grin on his face. you had no choice but to meet his eyes. “You wish to confess? Recall your sins, and by my power, I shall shrive you.”
oh. oh.
“bless me, Lord, for- ngh~” you attempted to initiate the confession, but couldn’t get through a whole sentence without moaning or stuttering. “for I have sinned- mfghh- i don’t remember my last confession-”
“Oh, dear. You truly are such an impure creature. Confess, now.” the angel said, without any real pity. he only seemed pleased, and thrusted in and out of you unceasingly.
“i-i have lusted after- mhhh- holy beings-”
one of his hands now rested over your heart. he gazed into your eyes, his own a reflection of the heavens. “Of this sin, with this kiss, I absolve you.”
his lips pressed to yours, gentle and forgiving and he stilled. his wings surrounded you in a soft cocoon. for a moment, the world slowed to a halt. for a moment, all that existed was a human, an angel, and a kiss.
a million things flashed through your mind, but at the forefront was the creation of adam. how could adam resist reaching out? how could he deny himself the pleasure of knowing divine flesh?
his lips broke away from yours, and he shushed your whining. “I have yet to give you your penance, little one. To receive full absolution, cum for me.”
he resumed his thrusts with renewed focus, and you came as soon as he gave the command. “You’re so tight, lamb,” he groaned in your ear. “You’ve done such a good job.”
he rammed into you, cumming deep inside you. the angel kissed you on your forehead, whispering, “Good night, my little lamb. I suspect I shall see you again soon.”
when you wake a few hours later, you will no longer be in the cathedral. instead, you will be in your bed, and the morning light will be pouring through your window. on your nightstand, you will find two unfamiliar objects: a necklace, the pendant of which is a feather, and a prayer card, bearing the name of an angel you’ve never heard of.
❝ BE MY BREEDING BITCH?! ❞ — zhongli x male reader
ꗃ Summary: After a few millennia and eons of waiting, a flower finally blooms and a cry of a mourning beast was heard. The dragon's bride finally incarnated as a human being. Zhongli had longed for his bride far too long, far too enough, now he's gonna claim him, breed him until his legs are battered up and unable to work, until he's a shaking mess.
ⓘ Warnings: porn with plot, angst, death mentioned, dragon form, monster fucking, size kink, belly bulge, mating press, manhandling, impact play, degradation, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, copious amount of cum, choking, dirty talk, mpreg, dacryphilia, dumbification, fingering, missionary, dick riding, double penetration, body worship, not proofread.
The dawn embraced the grass pasture, the dimly lights of the city slowly awakening. The sun was in no doubt rising, gracing the land of Liyue and it's water with it's warmth.
He remembered every single crooks and corners of the land he once ruled over, he once protected with his dignity and might. The Morax that they once knew was dead, as he should be. After a massive flood swept throughout the land years ago, Zhongli himself was forced to move his people to the south of Mt. Tianheng and established Liyue Harbor, The place that he was living now.
He should be in peace now but his heart continued to beat for another, his broken piece is yet to be found.
He watched quietly at the balcony of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor where he currently reside on, He observe as he brought down the porcelain cup down at the table, his long silky strands let loose, swaying gently within the wind he knew to himself that he longed for it, he longed for those meticulous fingers gliding through his hair swiftly, he longed for you. It always have been you after all.
Zhongli's eyes felt hot as he felt tears rolling down his cheeks, It was unlikely of him but he did. He remembered it dearly oh he did..
He remembered how you handled him so gently as if he was the most precious thing, the way you called his name with such glee yet with grace, the way that you'd do your things with such keen on it, nobody did it like you did, even after ages not single mortal has ever compared to you.
The curve of your smile haunting his mind like a plague, The crescent like shape that your eyelids made whenever you laugh at his sentiments, the kisses fleeted on his scars, your gentle eyes spoke to him, Zhongli etched the every fiber of your being into his memory, carved your name into his heart.
“ Morax, would you be a dear and gaze beneath the stars with me? ”
“ Why do you want to do such inconspicuous matter and with me at that? ”
“ Why not..? ”
His breath ragged harshly as he felt his chest tightened, he dreamt of it every single night, it was a nightmare, the lifeless look in your eyes and your boneless actions, it was putrid.
He felt his body shutting down, cradling your frigid body with his bloodied hands, trembling as he sobbed, he can't accept your death, the guilt eating his heart out, he's crestfallen.
You were slain, your lungs faltered with your blood seeping through his land, the land that he built with you, the land that he built for you. He remained breathing while you withered, His flower, His beloved.
“ My flower.. why didn't you run? Why have you stayed? ”
“ Forgive me, but we simply can't be together at this circumstances..but I pray that we meet again, even in another time..”
You croaked bringing your hand to his cheek caressing it with such care, tears brimming as you felt blood at your throat, you heard his broken sobs, It's the last thing that you've ever heard as the void embraced you with gentleness.
“ Oh my precious little flower, you left too soon, I wasn't done loving you yet.. ”
You jolted, waking up from your eternal slumber, your bleary eyes focusing, sunlight kissing your face warmly, you brought your palms to smack your cheeks, you felt the sting, as you felt your body, you're warm, you're alive! your eyes widened, rushing to a nearby body of water looking at your reflection.
Your appearance remained the same, the same curve of your smile, the same gleam in your eyes, the yearning memories in the depths of your heart still fresh and beating. The cold wind hit your face gently as if an old friend is welcoming you back, you then look around.
" Where in the archons..am I? "
You wondered, puzzled even as you tried to remember, as far as you remembered you were murdered in cold blood, a man cradling your frigid body, sobbing as he trembled... wait. Morax?!
You then abruptly stood up, unaware of your weakened legs, wobbling in the lack of action, but you didn't dwell on that, your mind only focusing on finding him immediately, longing for his touch. Searching as you find illuminating lights in a distance, your eyes softened and realized, it's your old home. Liyue and it's waters is still mesmerizing as ever. Without a doubt you started walking towards the city.
Zhongli wandered around the bustling streets of Liyue harbor, basking against the forgiving sun, the people greeted him as the usual, until he halted, he felt his heart pounding, the rush of blood, the coiling knot in his core, the heat surging through his system like poison, an awakening contract whispered within him like a siren, the only contract that he didn't get rid of is your contract, he spoke with the cryo archon about it as they settled with an agreement, to fulfill the contract, Zhongli needed to claim you, he needed to take you as you and him would be bound forever. His eyes almost tearing up, you were alive, he couldn't ask for anything more.
Zhongli felt the heat embraced him, he needed you right now, he missed your laughters, your breathy response to his long kisses, the expression you make as he pleasures you, he need to feel you, to lick and suck the every orifice in your body, he needed to plunge it in deeply so you wouldn't escape him, after all, you're his darling bride, his precious flower.
He then searched the every shadow of you, the scent of you, his burning desire already seeping inside of him.
It is not a surprise that you got lost in the sea of people within the city, the astir and boisterous city was alive as you, the population has certainly increased as far as you remember, you breathe and reminisced, the old bonds that you made with the people now long gone, not a single face that you can recognized, you watched as children brushed past you, their innocent laughters ranged as they chase each other around, your eyes softened then concluded that's it is better like this than the war, so much better. You continued to wandered around, hearing people jest and gossiping, until you heard.
" Have you heard? Rex Lapis has been assassinated! "
" Where did you even hear that? Stop spouting nonsense.."
Your stomach dropped, as it churned, eyes widening, you felt your eyes filled with tears all over again, a strangled gasp escaped your mouth, you felt your heart shattered in millions of pieces, is this what he felt when I died?
You ran, pushing everyone away, stumbling for all they care, you were in pain, you tried to wipe your tears dry but failed to as it kept on coming out, you continued to ran to give yourself some time to think, away from crowd until your body collided with some, the impact itself making you fall back, until you didn't, you felt pair of warm hands snaking around your hips, arms securing you. your eyes widened at the sight.
" Oh, my sweet little flower, who made you shed tears like this? "
Zhongli cooed as if consoling a weeping child, lifting you up to his waist, straddling him, he then bring his other hand to wipe the excess tears rolling down your cheek with such care, as you leaned into it, craving for more, starved even, burying your head into his shoulders, inhaling his scent, cuddling him. Zhongli merely stared at your actions and he realized why were you crying.
" I'm guessing that you've heard of my death, isn't that it, my beloved? "
You perked up at his question, nodding after, you finally spoke.
" Why did you do it.. Morax? "
Zhongli caressed the back of your head, tenderly, as he explained his decisions while you were in your eternal slumber.
" I do not go by the name as Morax nor Rex Lapis now, my dearest, I address myself by the name Zhongli as I am no longer serving as the Archon but I assure you that I've retained my power within me. "
" But why did you do so..? "
" I wanted to see for myself that the nation we built together could still live and thrive independently even without my guidance, perhaps I needed a break from the burden of my governance and ruling. "
You listened carefully, as you thought that you've missed hearing your lover's steady and clear voice even whenever he's lecturing you, staring at him with those eyes then abruptly speaking.
" I've missed you so much, y'know? "
" Oh, darling.. you don't need to remind me, there's not a single time that I didn't long for you. "
" So this is the place that you're living? It looks very pleasant. "
You spoke with such adoration looking around his spacious room, as you gently rummaged Zhongli's things such as the books in his shelf, smiling warmly back to Zhongli who's removing his coat, hanging it on the rack, his mind completely thinking only of one thing, his voice dripped like honey, eyes in haze.
" I appreciate the sentiment, my beloved. But enough of that.. I'm afraid that you've completely forgot about our arrangement, the commitment that we made eons ago. "
You perked up looking back at Zhongli who's walking toward you, putting back the random book that you picked out back to it's place, you pondered as you try to remember the contract, then in a snap, a surge of heat rushed inside of you, hitting you into the core, you felt your body burned, you sweat as you held onto Zhongli with your dear life, as your legs trembled.
" W-what..? But I don't remember.."
" Oh, do not worry, I'll just need to remind you again, yes? "
Zhongli grumbled as one of his hand grips your hip, tightly, his golden-brown colored scales glimmered against the moonlight, his gaze hot as molten lava, you felt your body trembling, feeling his long and thick fingers pushing it in and out of your sopping hole, winking back at him.
You can only whimper and drool as you gripped the sheets tightly, his towering built of a body shadowed over you, the curve of his horns adoring his features once more.
“ That’s it, you’re doing so good for me, angel.”
You’ve always adored his hands, how taintless they are with his knuckles tight on his skin, the way it glistened especially when it’s poking and prodding your tight fucking hole.
You adored the way how his body was forged, the way he towered over your small figure, the every muscle, every crevices, his scars, the every fiber of his being, you leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose. mwah—
“ You're awfully sweet today, do you perhaps want something from me? Would you care to tell me? ”
Without even waiting for your response, he then grab the both of your legs up to your shoulders, folding you in half, holding you down onto the bed, your breath hitched, your eyes widening when you saw his elongated pink tongue delved deeply into your gummy walls.
His frothy spit dripping down on the globe of your ass, you panicked as you tried to pull on his hair, you cried but he merely dismissed your thrashing, as he continued to lick and suck, gripping the soft of your thighs tightly, his long nails digging onto it, you can't help but to lolled your tongue out, stimulating your stomach.
“ Please— nghhh! t-too much..! ”
You blurt out, the burning in your tummy resonates from your core throughout your limbs, legs shaky and mind hazy as he slobbers all over you, It’s so sloppy, creamy and after only a few strokes of his tongue, it’s already enough to send you into your orgasm of the night, your body trembled uncontrollably, you whimpered and writhe, your cock dribbling thick and smooth loads of cum.
Through your bleary peripherals, you stared at Zhongli's features, he's so beautiful..his fangs poking out his glistening lips, he was gentle but his tongue prodding deeply inside were mean, as he lick up and down your shaft, sucking it clean and shiny.
You felt him maneuvering you as you let out a shrilling shriek once you felt his bulging tip poke its away around the rim of your slobbering boy-cunt. He reached each and every spot, grinding in desperation, pinpointing every slick dribbling orifice and you saw the copious amount of precum at his slit, making a creamy ring around your rim, you stared at him again only to see him staring at you intently with his tongue poking out slightly on the side of his lips.
You felt your body stiffening as you felt it, the second one, prodding at your tailbone, Zhongli's second cock, you can feel it pulsating, the crown of his cock.
“ Do you feel it— my darling..? this two is going to fuck that hole. ”
You nodded and felt yourself drooled as a puddle of drool trailed down the corners of your lips, Zhongli once grabs your throat, squeezing it, staring at your form.
Fuck. He misses you, so much. Your gentle laughters, your smile, the serenity in your eyes. . . The way you frown when he dismisses your simple request, your hands, so warm and gentle as they glide through his long strands of hair.
Your throat, bruised and secured around his grip, your dumb brain already fogged up and it's just his tip in, barely even there.
Zhongli felt his instinct puncturing his remaining self control, the need to breed your hole, he wanted to impregnate you. Right now. Right there.
Breed, breed, breed!
“ Ready baby? be a dear and hold still for me.. mmhm— ”
Zhongli breathe in harsh air, his slipping and thrusting his cock upwards, deeply, hitting your prostate directly, you barely processed anything yet until he pulled out again only to pound it harshly back, making a bulge in your tummy, it's head poking you let out a guttural moan, tearing up by the satiating pleasure.
“ Haah...Uunngh.. Aaah.. ”
Once Zhongli starts to thoroughly stuff each individual thrust against inside your raw hole, you threw your head back choking in your own saliva and ecstasy, arching your back with such curve.
Zhongli held your lower thighs down to your hips not letting you escape, Zhongli’s ruthless hip snapping in and out, driving such sharp hips into you with little to no mercy and you only craved for more and more.
“ Nghhh— more, more, Uughh, more please! ”
You begged and moaned, getting intoxicated from the vicious sharp pounds of his thick and long cock.
Plap, Plap, Plap!
Once his bulbous tip kissed its way to your prostate back and forth, though, your eyes deliciously rolled in the back of your head.
“ Nghh— Zhongli, r-right the-”
“ Yeah, Here baby? ”
He replied with his heavy breathing, cutting off your tone by placing a finger to rub the bulge in your tummy, as you trembled at his touch, moaning as he press it down, as you let out a strangled cry tears run down your cheeks, trying to remove his fingers away only for him to tease you even harder.
Fwop, Fwop, Fwop!
He listened to the delicious obscene sounds as pounds into your creamy hole, trying to loosened the tight rim of your ass. you’re so destroyed that your boy-pussy is frothing fat globs of cum on his length, creating hot sticky and milky cum that kept oozing out your raw hole from so much cumming, you only lay defenseless as the man on top of you, pounded you for hours, your back and legs was now cramping and sore from so much friction.
Zhongli sensing your discomfort he once again caressed the mound of your thighs, slipping his arms up your back lifting you up to his chest, your head lulling down to his broad shoulder, Zhongli then rested his head against the frame of his mahogany headboard, balancing you by holding your hips as he settled you down on top of his stomach, His body slowly lowering down to the mattress, looking up to you with a sly expression.
“ Ride me, please, pretty baby? ”
Zhongli cooed at you, his voice dripping with honey, his eyes glimmering with a knowing glint, the illuminating light on his room, making a halo effect, your shadow over him, looking down at him adorably, you thought as you gripped onto his toned and firm stomach for support.
You mustered all of your remaining strength as you lift your body, reaching back to grab his hard pulsing cock, still wet and dribbling slick and creamy cum, slowly pushing it inside your sopping hole, eager for more, Zhongli merely stared at your heavenly figure as he was amused at your pathetic attempt of pleasuring him.
Without a thought, you tried to slam yourself back only to slip half way in, choking a sob, it's so fucking big— you almost lose your balance as you held support latching on Zhongli's chest, leaning at him, directly staring at his adoring irises as you felt his strong arms, snaking up your waist and up your back, securing you.
You push yourself back as you thought. No you need to please him, you need to at least give him a little pleasure. You started to move again, this time you finally slammed it in, Your eyes rolled back as it directly hit your prostate head on, your feeble attempt of bouncing up and down on his cock is so cute.
“ Nghhh— ”
Zhongli couldn't help himself but to thrust up, only to make a bulge into your tummy once again, gripping your hips ever so tightly to hold you down, his hot load seeping in deeply inside you again, his baby batter painting your insides so fucking good.
“ Yes, bounce on it... yes— up and down like that. You dirty slut. ”
Zhongli leaned in as he whispered into your ears, his voice sending shivers down your spine as you felt your orgasm once again, your mind completely fucked, you couldn't think a single thing at this point, incoherent noises is all you can respond, as harsh and brutal thrust kept bullying your inside, rearranging it.
“ Are you in for two this time, darling? ”
You didn't understand but you still nodded completely unaware of what storm it is. Zhongli held you once again as he held you down into a mating press onto the mattress as you sink in, You puzzled as you felt something, two.
The heads of his hard cocks started prodding in your glistening rim, your eyes widened as it punctured the air out of your lungs, It slid in, the two of it, it's delicious ridges hitting every spot, you felt your body shuddered from the sheer impact as you trembled uncontrollably all over again, you reached for his rippling biceps who's holding you down so hard, trying to tell him to slow down.
“ Z-zhongli— Nghh... please slo—!
“ Uugh..keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, all i wanna hear how delicious it sounds, the way my hole sounds like when I fuck it so hard.. Ngh— this hole is mine after all.. ”
Zhongli merely spoke with you with such tone, whimpering, spreading your legs wider, as he thrusted in, drilling your insides sooo— deep, He let out whimper as he fucked your hole in a brutal pace not caring whatever you say at this point, he needed to breed you and your thighs struggled to stay open and you were sure—just one more single hard thrust and you’d probably break into pieces, it would sent you into a blackout.
“ Keep them spread out, you dumb boy. ”
Zhongli spoke almost irritated, holding both of your thighs, you felt his cocks, the one bulging into your tummy as the other one kisses your prostate. You cried as you let out the sweetest whines, his bulbous tips scrapes its way through your gummy walls, the ridges stimulating you even more.
“ F-fuuck! Too much.. Too much—! Mmmghhh..! ”
You eyes widened as you felt his knot, the double knot expanding in your insides, you let out a choked sobs, drool drips down your lips once more, tears and snot covered and painted your face ever so hauntingly breathtaking, nn orgasm shook you to your core, as your cock sprayed up hot cum upwards, shooting it in zhongli's face, as he licked some of it.
“ Uughh— so much cum... Too much.. ”
“ The night is still young, my beloved..”
Zhongli merely let out a crazed smile, as he press down the small bump in your stomach, leaning down to kissed you sloppily, up to your forehead.
Hi, Thank you so much for all of the support! this is my first time writing a fic here in tumblr, please be kind to me, and this is not proofread so forgive me for the typos and bad grammar as english is not my first language. ( part 2? 👀)
