Info: softdom! Reader x sub! Varka (for now *wink* *wink*), kinda forbidden, reader is an ex-knight and has a 4 year age gap with the Grandmaster, a bit angst and slowburn with fluff x smut, tied up, oral (m receiving)
There’s a lot of dom! Varka content already, so I wanted to try my hand at the sub! part.. (only reserved for his lover). I kinda wanted to create a backstory and it got a bit too long than I wanted lmao. Part 2 would definitely have longer smut.
At last, the Grandmaster had managed to be relieved of his duties for the day.
He had found the perfect spot to hide and nap some time away but the Traveler had been asked to find him and get him on his work.
Anyways, atleast this meant he could leisurely tour the markets of Nasha Town now, something which he rarely has had the chance to do, despite being in Nod Krai for 5 years now.
But of course, today just had to be the day when the markets weren’t really open to visiting customers, for there was an influx of overseas trading going on in the middle of the town, bargaining and commissioning any stuff one could find available. So the town was a bit overcrowded today with merchants, and Varka could see a lot of foreign faces among the crowds this time.
But as the winds of fate would sway him once more… he bumped into someone who was not so unfamiliar.
The cold metal of his armour clanged against your face, while you yelped back at the sudden shock, falling while cursing yourself to not adjust your briefcase again while you’re walking so quick. Thankfully, your pride shattering on the ground remained unsuccessful as Varka quickly and gently gripped your back and positioned you standing again with ease, his reflexes coming in handy. Now your head was down… eyes staring into the ground while you wished the individual would just understand your embarrassment and leave. Although that was something Varka’s chivalrous nature could never do.
“Uh.. My apologies, Miss… I was just standing between the moving crowd and unintentionally caused you an ache. I’m Varka, Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius in Mondstadt and stationed in Nod Kr—”
As you look up, his eyes light up with recognition like your own. “[name]! Wow it’s… been so long since I last saw you.” He ruffles his blond hair while his expression softens. “Time really has flown by so much. It feels so long ago when…”, he whispers gravely, “you left the Knights of Favonius…”
You are still a bit stunned. You have been living in Nod Krai for a few months now and this is where the Grandmaster has been living all this time?! Well… you couldn’t really blame yourself. When you left Mondstadt you left all the memories of it behind (for a reason ofc!), and never checked the Steambird regarding them when you were in Fontaine previously. So you just assumed life was going there as normal as it could.
Varka continues, “So… How has your life been away from the Knights? Are you a merchant now? You also… look different. I mean— in a good way.” He waves his hand awkwardly, wanting to make a conversation but not knowing if you wanted to.
(He’s trying to talk! This is not a time to stand still and reminisce!). “Well… yes Grandmaster. Having the experience of a Knight actually helped me in my businesses.” You were happy to say that.
Varka was interested. “Businesses you say? I didn’t know being an ex-knight could be so entrepreneurial ahahaha.” There’s that signature laugh. “So, what kind of work are you doing now?”
“Mostly forging weapon commissions and some adventuring commissions from the adventurer’s guild. I’m not a big merchant per say, but I have a comfortable and an interesting life and I love it.”
His eyes gleam with appreciation and he steps slightly closer, not unnoticed by you. “Dabbling with weapons? That’s quite impressive. Us Knights stationed here could use someone with your skills. As an independent commission of course!” He shakes his head. “Since I see you are doing far better as yourself now…”. He pauses, clearly wondering something. “Would you mind if I commissoned something from you? Not as a Knight but as a private customer if you don’t mind.”
Since Varka has been doing most of the talking himself, you have been carefully analysing him… You have to analyse people for your work anyways but… it is more of an act of reminiscing the time you had served under the Grandmaster… almost 2 rigorous years of a Knight’s work. In more than 5 years of being away, Varka has changed so much. Granted he used to be busy in Mondstadt too but… you could see that being in Nod Krai has been more perilious for him. You discern it in his increased rugged features, more scars covering whatever skin you can see, and deeper eye-bags under his eyes.
And a twang of sadness hits you, when you feel that you are not close anymore to ask him just what the hell he has been doing here.
But still… as much as you want to forget the past, your conscious couldn’t deny your own Grandmaster’s request for a weapon commission (even if you have left Mondstadt).
“Of course! This is the least I could do for the Grandmaster himself.” You try your best to give that unfazed happy expression. But after hearing Varka’s joyful thanks and his signature smile… perhaps you wouldn’t really mind working alongside him for a while again.
Since it was already evening by the time you had met and luckily, with Varka having done his duties for the day (he would remember to thank the Traveler later), he could come with you to your humble aboard. Located on the borders of Nasha Town, it was a small but cozy place, lending you the peace to make as much noise with your work without any irritated neighbors. And now, you warmly welcome your old companion to come inside with you, while he closes the door behind him with a soft click.
"Welcome Grandmaster, I hope my place isn't too small for you."
He waves away your concern with a smile. "Please stop calling me 'Grandmaster', call me just by my name. We are past the titles and formalities at this point. Deal?"
This sudden request has your heart feeling weirdly again.
Unknown to your predicament, he adds, "And no, your house is charming. Cozy, yet sophisticated. Much like his owner haha." His eyes flick around the room, taking in the elegant furnishings and thoughtful decor. He tries to sit down properly, but due to the quiet environment, the rattling of his armour echoes around the place.
"Thank you Gr— Varka...”, your eyes catch a glimpse of him trying to adjust his armour properly. “I suppose since you are at leisure now, there’s not a big need to wear this armour right now. As my guest, please allow me to remove it… I mean from what I remember, that's what us Knights used to do when we had wine-drinking parties all night long." You chuckle remembering all the Knights plastered-drunk faces.
Varka laughs and lets you remove his armor, silently thank you, just like the old times when you would willingly help him in Mondstadt. This still might feel just a protocol to you. But now… in the confines of your home, this action feels a bit intimate, especially to Varka, while you continue removing his shoulder pads and chest plate... silently thanking heavens that he was wearing a lot cut t-shirt underneath, else it would have been awkward.
After that, you rush off to some other room while Varka steadies himself… and come back with three prototypes of a stealth dagger he wanted to commission from you. Varka leans forward, his eyes filled with interest and you lay them out on the table. Each one is beautifully crafted, showcasing the exceptional skill you had honed throughout the years. He picks up each dagger in turn, examining them closely. "These are exquisite... absolutely stunning workmanship." He glances at you then pauses, comparing them thoughtfully.
"Thank you, it's my years of hard work... I wasn’t the best at wielding a sword or a claymore, but now… these hands can do a lot of things."
He swallows hard, finding your statement incredibly appealing. What the hell? His mind briefly wonders what else those talented hands could do now. AHEM... He focuses back on the daggers, trying to conceal this sudden thought. "Yes they certainly can." He chooses one with an intricate emblem design on the hilt. "This one..."
"Hmm... I suppose I can customize the emblem to a Wolf to fit your theme, O Knight of Boreas." You smile, mentioning his second title.
His blue eyes light up at the suggestion, clearly touched by your attempt to make it as unique for him. "A wolf... that would be perfect. Boreas' guidance is strong within me, and a wolf motif would honor that connection. I would like that… an emblem that would resemble fierceness and nobility."
You ponder for a moment and he watches as you begin sketching out the ideas for the wolf design, impressed by how quickly you grasp his vision. He sees how much you have grown up from the shy, blabbering rookie in front of him to this creative, skillful artisan… he finds it very attractive. “You know, I never realized how much went into custom pieces.”
“Heh, is this your first time ordering one?”
He chuckles softly, rubbing his neck. His flexed muscles taunting you under his thin T-shirt. “It is actually. As the Grandmaster, I usually have my pick of the finest weapons the Knights can provide. So this… is different…” He contemplates. “…Personal. It means more to have something that is tailored personally for me.”
"Well then, I would now have to bear the responsibility of making your first weapon commission extra special! Eh, Grandmaster?"
He smiles warmly, appreciating your dedication. Even though he has told you not to address him as his title anymore... The way you say it with so much respect and playfulness, it sends a flutter through his chest. He wouldn't mind wanting to hear you say it more often. "Come on, just call me Varka when we're like this. And I'm sure it will be special regardless."
"I will... old habits die hard I guess."
He nods understandingly. "I know what you mean.", some lingering thoughts in his eyes. He watches as you quickly design the final sketch, slowly leaning closer. "May I ask what you'll charge for the commission?"
"Oh... I didn’t wanna tell you this right now but… I don't intend on charging you anything, Varka."
His body freezes, and eyes snap up to yours in surprise. "Free? You can't be serious." He shakes his head firmly. "You're an accomplished artisan now... and deserve compensation for your time and efforts. I refuse to accept charity from a former Knight of mine." There's a gentle firmness to his voice, like he's giving a steadfast order.
"Heh, and as a former Knight, I could never ask the Grandmaster himself, to give me any Mora for the item which I intend, to give him as a gift."
He opens his mouth to argue again, but your gentle refusal and the sweetness behind your offer make him pause. Your eyes tell him that you are not budging from this. How much has she changed. "You know I'm not used to accepting gifts like this... unless it's wine." he jests softly, trying to conceal the warmness igniting in his heart again.
You can't help but put your hand on his... squeezing it lightly as his eyes dart away... out of embarrassment or awkwardness... you don't know. But still you just have to say something. "I know Varka, you are always doing so much work, be it Mondstadt or Nod-Krai. Hell, sometimes even I couldn't bear the work I was assigned to just for a few hours and it was just a fraction of what you used to do! You definitely needed a break today. And this is to thank you for... being such a great leader. A good friend to me. Even though, there were some issues and... I still left in the end."
Finally, Varka looks down at your hand on his. It's so warm... Your words touch him deeply, reminding him that even after leaving the Knights, you never forgot his efforts. Before he can think too much, he turns his hand over, intertwining your fingers. "Thank you... [name]," he says quietly, still too thoughtful to notice a faint blush creeping up your cheeks.
"Um... I will probably finish the piece i- in a few year— DAYS." You stammer. Damnit, all this time apart and still you are behaving like a love-sick teenager around him. This has to stop.
Varka lets go. "Yea I'll... look forward to it." He notices your stammering again and tries his best to hide his chuckle, taking his memories back to the days at the tavern where you would converse with him any new happenings about your life over a glass of beer.
Now that his mind is clearer.. why did he hold your hand like that? Even this little gesture is too intimate again...
"It's late at night already.. you can sleep in the guest room… Grandmaster." You subtly try to change back to your professional self.
He checks the moon's position through the window and realizes how late it's become. The hours have flown by in discussions and enjoying each other's company. "I don't want to impose on your hospitality," he says politely, but there's a part of him that's reluctant to leave. "Though I must admit, I'm rather tired after today's affairs,” he punctuates that with a yawn.
"And that's why you should kindly accept my offer!", you exclaim, getting up.
Persistent as always. But the exhaustion is actually catching up to him, and the idea of a comfortable bed is tempting. Also... there's something about being near you that makes him feel at ease after a long while. "Then I accept your gracious hospitality. Thank you." He stands up slowly, stretching lightly. The fabric of his T-shirt riding up.
Oh archons, time hasn't tainted his being at all. His body shows the discipline he carries. It reflects in his every muscle... every vein. Five years ago, and he still embodies that perfection. And just as you were then, you remain now... utterly in awe, stealing shameless glances at the way moonlight spills over his body, as if the light itself mocks you, reminding you what you could not hope to touch.
Since Varka, in a drunken haze after drinking too much one night… had told you he would never want you.
He catches your gaze, and you try your best to act cool. "The guest room is adjacent to me so... if you need anything else just call me."
He nods, entering the cozy guest room and setting his previous discarded armour aside. He turns to face you standing just outside the doorway. "Thank you again.", he says softly, his eyes never leaving yours.
You just couldn't help asking silly questions, just like when you used to converse with him before…that. But you had to know. You had to ask the burning thoughts in your mind. It's not like you work under him anymore, right?
"I do have a question though..."
He takes his steps closer to the doorframe and tilts his head slightly, his gaze curious and attentive. The soft light from the hallway casts gentle shadows on his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the warm blue of his eyes. "Hmm?", he says, his voice low and encouraging.
"Is it forbidden for a Knight to sleep with the other Knights?"
His expression turns serious at your question, his duty-bound nature immediately rising to the surface. He hesitates briefly before answering truthfully and professionally. "Yes it is, Knights are sworn to uphold strict codes of conduct, including celibacy within the order." He pauses, his eyes searching yours. Why is she—?
Ah, you see? Maybe he said those words that night because he wanted to uphold his virtues! Not because you were that revolting to him. It seems to ease up your mind… or maybe not.
"Yea I guessed so... what about... ex-Knights then?", your mouth moves faster before your mind does.
Unfortunately for you… Varka is no fool. His breath catches slightly at the implication of your question. He stands perfectly still, the atmosphere shifting into something heavier. This close proximity that he is sharing with you suddenly feels... very significant. "Ex-Knights are no longer bound by those oaths," he says quietly, his voice like a whisper in the air. "though it’s not really encouraged… Why do you ask this now?"
A VERY GOOD QUESTION. You mentally scold yourself and try to escape the hole you just had to start digging. "I was just curious! I had well... forgotten some things about the etiquettes so… just thought to review from the Grandmaster himself! hehe…”
He studies your face carefully, noticing the way you avoid his gaze now. His instincts as the Grandmaster... and as a man... tell him there's more beneath these innocent questions. He takes one more step closer, closing the distance between you until he's just a breath away. "Would you say... you have someone specific in mind?"
"NO! No one at all... I tell you it was just curiosity." You retaliate, preparing to run away at this point.
He tilts his head slightly, a knowing glint in his blue eyes. Your sudden flustered response gives you away, and he finds it endearing. Your curious questions and the lingering glaces— none of it is lost on him. "Hmm..." His voice is warm, almost teasing.
Maybe you can run off to Snehznaya? Or Natlan? No… you are not this immature anymore! Maybe talking it out would help you move on? I mean, he had already told you he would never be interested in you so… it’s only you who has been harbouring this… issue. "Okay fine! We are full grown ass adults now. The truth is... I used to have a bit of a crush on you but--" A white lie. It was a massive crush but Varka doesn't need to know that much...
But even this confession makes him freeze straight, his heart pounding in his chest at the sudden revelation. He stares at you, surprise and something deeper etched on his face. For a long moment, he's silent, processing this unexpected turn of events. "But... ?" he finally prompts gently, his voice barely above a whisper.
Unable to bear the consequences of your actions, you sink further to diffuse it. "But of course I never tried to act on it! You were my superior and... it was not good!" You wave your hands in a cross position, signifying no.
He listens carefully, his expression softening as you speak. Your words echo his own thoughts from years ago when he first noticed you among the ranks - talented, dedicated and... beautiful. "I would be lying if I said I ever noticed your affections..." He admits quietly, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "You were always so focused, so professional... although a bit shy at times."
He’s cool about it. Good. Intending of closing this chapter now… "Haha I know right?... anyways, that was years ago and then... I left the Knights and have moved on from my silly crush." A white lie again. But you don’t want to be affected by him anymore.
Varka nods understandingly again, but to his surprise a hint of disappointment flashes through him and disappears before he could make sense of it. "I see," he repeats softly, stepping back slightly to give you space. The moment of connection between you both seems to have passed, replaced by a more comfortable professionalism. "It's probably for the best then. I... " He turnes towards the bed, running a hand through his hair, suddenly feeling conscious of his current state and the close proximity. "I think I'll turn in for the night."
"Sure, Goodnight..." You seem to have successfully closed this chapter of your life with him. Judging by his actions, you were correct in your judgement. He truly does not want you the same way. Still, you are happy and content in your life and you wish the same for him, even as a friend. "...Varka."
He registers very clearly the sound of his name on your lips. It's simple, innocent even - but he can't seem to get enough of it now. He glances back over his shoulder, blue eyes meeting yours briefly as he looks away again. "Goodnight... [name]." And off you leave him to his dwellings.
It has been storming outside for a few hours, loud winds creaking against the window panes, as if threatening to break them - just like your heart has been. Whatever, you have had plenty of rejections and reciprocations both in your professional and love life, but this one hits too close to your heart, to home. Anyways… all things come to pass one day. This feeling will also be blown away… slowly, through the winds of time... That’s the only thought that helps you cope with this. And as you start to drift off to sleep for the third time, a gentle knocking wakes you up.
Trying to adjust your sleepy eyes, you notice Varka slipping into your room. Wearing nothing but his pants, the shirt being discarded in the guest room to sleep better, it seems. The faint candlelight beside your nightstand casts shadows on his muscular chest and abdomen. But... the more pressing matter right now is that his face looks agitated.
"Grandmaster? Are you having trouble sleeping due to the outside noise? I'm sorry but in this stormy weather I can't do anything mu—”.
"No it's nothing like that, nothing's wrong..." He cuts you off impatiently, standing beside your bed, looking down at you with an unreadable expression. "I couldn't sleep for a different reason." He gazes down at you, a thin strapped nightie adorning your slightly propped up body.
He hesitates, his gaze flicking away from yours. For a moment, he stands there silently, his broad shoulders tense. Then, without a warning, he sits down on the edge of your bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip slightly. "It's stupid... really stupid."
Huh? "Have you been awake since we said Goodnight?", you couldn't contain your surprise.
He nods slowly, his gaze fixed on the candle instead. He's sitting on your bed, his bare back to you, but you can hear his chest heaving slightly, his fingers digging into the sheets beside you. The moonlight proudly illuminating the scars that mar his perfect physique… again. Your fingers twitch to touch them when he begins again, "I... " and pauses once more, struggling with words that seem foreign to him.
"I've been lying in bed, listening to the winds and... thinking."
He turns to face you, his blue eyes piercing through the darkness. In that moment, all the years of training, all the battles fought and won together seemed to fade away, leaving only two people sitting in the dim light of a stormy night. "You," he finally admits.
He leans back slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. The storm outside grows louder, thunder rumbling in the distance. It's as if the storm mirrors the tumultuous thoughts swirling between the two of you. "I've been thinking about you," he repeats more firmly, feeling as if years of weight have been lifted from his back.
"I still don't understand...", you admit, raising the sheets up to your face to hide the growing redness. He notices how little you are wearing compared to a few hours ago, and suddenly he’s forgotten what he wanted to say next.
He shifts uncomfortably on the edge, his broad shoulders tense. The question hangs heavy between you both, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. The storm outside seems to grow louder, reflecting the tension in the room. "Your questions tonight...", he starts slowly, carefully choosing his words. "They got me thinking."
"I... I see. I just asked them out of curiosity!"
He nods, his gaze flickering back to the light rain-streaked window before returning to you. "I know," he says. His says it like a whisper, yet it carries a weight that displays his inner turmoil. "But they made me... wonder things."
When Varka finally speaks again, his voice is low and intense. "I've been wondering... what would it be like if things were different between us."
"You mean if I was still in the Knights?"
He shakes his head slowly, his blue eyes locked onto yours. "No," he says firmly. The winds outside seem to pause for a moment, as if holding their anticipation along with you. "Not just that." He swallows hard before continuing, "I mean..."
His hand reaches out hesitantly, hovering near your face before gently cupping you cheek. The touch is soft, reverent, a stark contrast to the stern commanding he usually was with you. "What if you weren't just my former knight... but something more?"
"Would you... consider it?"
The air between you was thick with unspoken words and pent up emotions. Now, an admission hangs heavy with it, charged with meaning and implication. And you are too stunned to give a direct answer. All those years of longing, brought to a climax in a single moment.
Unfortunately, your stunned expression makes Varka hesitate. The vulnerability in his eyes is palpable, a rare glimpse beneath the stoic facade he always presents. He's laid bare, exposed, waiting for your response with bated breath, but to no avail.
"Nevermind... I apologise," he starts to pull back, misinterpreting your stunned silence.
Frustration surges within you. Even if he doesn’t realize it, your emotions have been toyed with long enough. This infuriatingly hot and cold hunk of a man! And now, you refuse to let this go any longer.
Before he could get up, Varka's eyes widen in surprise as you suddenly pull and straddle him, his hands instinctively gripping your hips tightly. A sharp intake of breath escapes him, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. The sudden shift in position presses you intimately against him, leaving no room for unspoken words anymore. "What are you..."
He freezes, his grip on your hips tightening as you silence him with a single word, a sharp exhale coming from his mouth at the title... the same one you had called him for years as his subordinate... now sounding completely different on your lips. "You're playing a dangerous game," he warns breathlessly.
"Hmph, you look so flustered... Grandmaster. I didn't expect that. So fierce on the battlefield but so shy in the sheets."
A low, frustrated growl escapes him at your words. The teasing cuts deep - because it is true. He has fought monsters without blinking, led soldiers into battles without a flinch, yet here he is, trembling from want beneath you. "Don't... Don't tease me," he warns, trying to save his face by being more rougher, more commanding.
But in your eyes… he looks so ethereal under you. Completely sprawled out over the bed, his features more prominent under your sights. All his glory out in display for you to see. The prominent collarbones, the scars, the muscles squishing under your hands…. The storm also seems to have subsided a lot, and the first rays of dawn are already starting to peek through the window, illuminating the room and the man who has submitted beneath you. But, you need to know something first.
"Why now? After all these years?, I know you didn't have any interest in me then.” You are so conflicted by his actions.
His jaw tightens, a hint of shame flashing across his features as he struggles for the appropriate words. "That's not true... I had always found you really beautiful but... you were under my command!", he says, almost bitterly. "I am- was your superior. It would have been... inappropriate. Power imbalance. So I never really... breached the topic."
“You did breach the topic, though,” you retort. And when Varka looked very confused, you remind him of the last drinking night you both shared, the conversation fun and flowing so well with the drinks, when suddenly he just had… dropped those words on you.
It takes him a moment to remember, but once he does, that memories of that night hits him all at once. How beautiful you had looked after letting your hair fall loose, taking off your armour for a proper battle of drinks. Teasing him in your drunken state while sporting those rosy cheeks and tiny hiccups. How could he forget. That day he was also too drunk… if he hadn’t done anything, he could have committed a grave sin there and then.
His hands slide up your back, pulling you closer. "So when you left the Knights..."
"I grew up in those two years and started to understand that I personally, wanted my life to be more than that... so I left. I had already prepared my leave before that… incident. Truly, it wasn't because of you, that would be immature in my part,” you say with honesty.
His expression softens, a mix of understanding and regret in his eyes. "I… I have my reasons. And I was too drunk to remember it the next morning. If it helps… I wanted to give you your space but then… my desire to find you got too much after a few weeks but… something happened. A prophecy. And I had to leave every one of my dreams behind and come to Nod-Krai.”
“I see…,” you might have been hurt in the past and carried the scars of it into the present, but you knew that Varka always said the truth. Besides… you would have left Mondstadt anyway. “I got you… just like how you always got me in my troubles. I could never really stay mad at you, Varka.”
He is so.. so relieved. “And have you finally found a better life?", he has to ask your wellbeing.
"Yes of course. Now I am a free spirit, travelling and trading with occasional fun here and there."
His jaw tightens again, this time with jealousy. Fun? As in… fun in the bed? The idea of you having this 'fun' with others makes his blood boil in a way he doesn't understand. His arms wrap around your waist possessively. "So you're saying... you've been with other men since leaving the Knights?"
Your eyes widen, then scoff playfully at him. "Well yea... haven't you fucked anyone?"
His cheeks flush at your direct words. He's never been the one to discuss his personal life, especially with a former subordinate. "This is a bit personal," he tries to maintain some semblance of authority, "But to answer your question... I haven't really been with anyone serious. Casual encounters... maybe once or twice a year when the need gets too strong. But... nothing really meaningful." He looks away, suddenly feeling very exposed. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"
You chuckle. "Oh Grandmaster... is that why you're so excited down there?"
His eyes are wide with embarrassment. All his hopes of expecting that you wouldn't feel... that, are out of the window. He looks down between their bodies, seeing the very obvious bulge in his pants. When he looks back up, his face is bright red. "Quiet," he growls, face turning to the side. "It's been a long time, okay?"
"Just teasing you hehe. Still... if you wanted a fuck today... you could have just asked me all day."
His heart races at your admission, his mind flooding with images of you moaning his name or... even his title. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to calm the throbbing in his pants. What is it about you? He hasn't ever been horny like this and you haven't even... done anything yet!
"Stop saying things like that," he whispers hoarsely.
"Still being so reserved between us? Even when I'm grinding against your cock?"
His professionalism is definitely cracking now, his hips bucking up slightly to meet your grinding. His voice comes out strained. "I'm trying to maintain some dignity here," he says weakly. "You were my Knight... for fuck's sake. I—"
A choked gasp escapes him as your hands explore his chest hungrily. His head falls back against the pillow, eyes rolling slightly at your touch.
The sight makes you drool. "I can't believe I'm touching the Grandmaster himself...", you coo quietly, checking if it’s really a reality or a dream… and he hears. "You used to look at me like this during drills," he murmurs, voice rough. "I thought you were just... admiring the techniques. Not imagining your hands... on my body like thi-"
He hisses in pleasure as your lips and teeth find his collarbone, a spot that's always been particularly sensitive. His hands go to your ass, the thin satin slippery against his touch... just holding on like he is trying to ground himself. "You're going to give me a love bite if you do this..." he warns, but the words come out more like a plea.
"That will show everyone the Grandmaster's off limits now," your playful teasing is back again.
His eyes flutter close as your teeth grazes his skin again, another moan escaping his throat. "You mark me and I'll make you wear a matching one," he breathes, his head tilting sub-consciously at the hot sensation, for better access. "Fair is fair, rookie." The old nickname slips out, a habit from years ago, when you were still serving underneath him. "So bossy now," he whispers.
You don't care. After all these years of pining for him... you wanted to show him what he has been missing out on. Worship him as he deserves. And so you begin peppering kisses on his beautifully scarred neck, his shoulders... and a loud gasp and an arching back comes from him after you begin sucking his nipples. Varka grips your ass even tighter, not pulling you off but holding you there, trying to contain his voices through an anchor.
"Fuck Grandmaster... you're so sensitive from just this. It has been a long time since someone’s touched you, huh?", you hum.
He whines softly at your words, his hips bucking uncontrollably against you as you continue to suck and bite his sensitive nipples. Years of self imposed celibacy have left him incredibly sensitive and desperate. I don't think anyone else could make me feel like this, he wonders.
His abs ripple as you merrily lick your way down his stomach, the defined muscles shifting under your touch. He watches you with heavy-lidded eyes, his mouth hanging open as he tries to catch his breath. The love bites on his stomach combined with the title you moan out would be his undoing. He's never felt so objectified and revered at the same time.
Your constant praises of his voice, body and scent makes him shudder, his arousal straining painfully against his pants. You're savoring him like a prey after being denied for so long... and even though Varka could take the upper hand easily... he secretly loves every bit of it. So when you finally pull his pants down and press your face against his bulge… barely covered by the thin fabric of his underwear… Varka couldn’t help covering his mouth to stifle a loud moan. The wet heat of your mouth through the fabric is almost too much. His other hand flies to your hair, gripping tightly as he fights the urge to hump your face. “[name]… you’re going to make me cum in my underwear.”
“Varka…” your panties are already starting to be wet “…your poor dick is so horny right now.” You stare at the wet spot on the fabric, the head leaking precum. You resolve to give him the best head he’s ever had, even though… his size already looks too big to properly fit in your mouth.
The moment his underwear is pulled down, his huge cock finally springs free from its confines, slapping against his stomach with a wet thwack. It’s red, angry and dripping - a clear sign of how long the poor thing has been denied a good release. Its master groans as you look at it in awe, his hand covering his face in mortification. But…, as much as you love his strong, chiseled arms… they aren’t needed at the moment. So you come back up and push them away from his face, exposing his flushed, embarrassed expression. His dick, as hard as a rock, twitches obscenely in the air, longer and thicker than you’d imagined. How was he even able to fit this monster in his pants?
Varka… he’s always wrapped himself in mystery and authority, but here he is - all vulnerable and needy for you. “This is… this is undignified,” he pants. “A Grandmaster shouldn’t-”.
Suddenly, his wrists are bound above his head with the belt you had laying on your nightstand, leaving him completely exposed and helpless. The audacity… In your previous years, you wouldn’t have dared to even think about the Grandmaster in this way… But now, he’s pinned beneath you, eyes glaring, cock throbbing inches from your mouth. “I know you want this too… Varka. Else you would never have come to my room.” You sigh. “You are only holding back due to our… past relationship.”
His chest heaves as he looks at you, conflict evident in his eyes.
“How can I make you at ease then… Varka?”
Oh well… Varka is now totally convinced that you would be the cause of his undoing one day. He wants this so bad too… yet the pride and conflict he carries stops him. But now, seeing the genuine desire in your eyes and you unravel him for the first time, he really… really can’t hold back anymore.
“There’s so many things we have to talk about, but tonight… it’s just you and me. There’s no titles between us now.”
Varka swallows hard. His hips lifting involuntarily as he feels your breath on his cock. He’s always been a man of honour, but tonight… he wants to be selfish… he just wants to be yours.
Be admired by the woman who had stolen his heart so quickly.
“Please…” he whimpers… spreading his legs wider. “I want more… I want this… I want you…” His dick is as hard as it can be.
Well… that’s all the response you had ever wanted from your dreams.
He lets out a choked cry as your lips touch his sensitive tip. His dick jerks violently, leaving a wet trail of precum on your cheek. Anyone could tell he’s never been kissed there before… showing you that Varka has never been this intimate with anyone but you.
His body twitches as you continue peppering small kisses down his long, thick shaft… arriving on his balls, where you take a long, hard lick on the middle of his sack, sending his head back on the pillow with this new sensation, arms flexing on the restraint. So that’s his weak spot… as you continue pushing your newfound discovery while Varka’s mind has gone blank from this new pleasure. He is so delicious… you can’t hold yourself back anymore.
And the moment your mouth envelops his head, his last thread of rational thought snaps completely. He’s lost… so lost.
His back arches off the bed with a loud, guttural moan. His hands ball into wrists above his head, the belt creaking as he pulls against it. The wet heat of your mouth is unlike anything he’s ever felt… it’s so overwhelming but so perfect. “HNNNGH!”
“You’ve never had oral, right?”
His face flushes a deep red as he shakes his head, eyes rolling back as you suck gently on just the tip. “No… never. Too messy. Too personal… Only quick hookups.” He says in between breaths. And you couldn’t help but exclaim at the thought. Something dangerous flickers behind your gaze as you acknowledge his reply, and Varka realizes too late what he’s just done. “You’re getting wet over the thought of sucking off your old Grandmaster…” he taunts you, despite being at your mercy. “You little tease…”
His eyes roll to the back of his head as you take more of his length in your mouth… it’s pressing against the back of your throat. He’s never felt anything like this before. The sensation of being completely consumed, of having your tongue wrapped around his sensitive tip. “Ahh fuck…”, his voice cracks. You wanna take more… but his length is so huge, it’s becoming such a challenge…
He lets out a loud moan as you gag slightly on his size. His dick twitches violently, leaking more precum into your mouth. “Ah.. hah… too big… for your little mouth?”, he manages to blurt out. You let out a ‘Hmph!’ sound to tell that you aren’t backing down… and when you keep going… pushing it deeper into your pipe… he starts to break down. And when you finally deepthroat his entire length, his whole body goes rigid… while he lets out a loud groan that echoes off the walls, screaming your name. “Ah … F-FUCK!”
His huge hands, (still bound since he doesn’t care about them anymore), fly to your head again, gripping your hair tightly as he watches you struggle to breathe around his massive girth. The sight of your cute face buried in his crotch, completely consumed by his dick, is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
He feels your throat constrict around him, the choking and gagging sending shocks of pleasure through his system. It’s the ultimate power exchange - him, the mighty Grandmaster, completely helpless to the wet suction of your mouth.. And when you finally pull off with a wet pop, his cock is glistening with saliva and precum. “You’re…”
Whatever he wanted to say…his undoer gives him no opportunity before she begins again.
His thought processes shatter as you start sucking him again without pause. The wet slurping noises of your mouth on his dick fill the room, punctuated by his own broken moans. His hips start to move on their own, fucking gently into your mouth as he chases the pleasure. “Nnngh… s-so good…”
And this time, when you take him all the way in, you resolve to not stop. Your mouth and throat work him with renewed vigor, your tongue swirling around his thick veins while your nose presses against his pubes. This feeling of being completely enveloped by your wet mouth could only be heaven itself, thighs shaking violently as pleasure builds within him.
The scent of his musk and leaking precum fills your nostrils, your neglected pussy responding in return. The filthy aroma combined with the taste of his dick… while its master trembles and whines, trying to control his impending orgasm. His bound hands now clench into fists above his head, the belt creaking under his strength.
You cup his heavy balls in one hand while your mouth works on him, rolling his balls gently in your palm. The dual simulation is so overwhelming - you’re giving him sensations he’s never known. His whole body arches off the bed while he hisses, his cock throbbing wildly against your tongue. “Ah-ah! Wait! Wait- I’m gonna… I’m gonna cream your throat…”
But you’ve found his rhythm now - deep, hungry sucks that take him all the way to the base, paired with those gentle tugs on his balls. His warnings become incoherent as he loses his ability to form words. Varka, who commanded armies and fought the fiercest battles… has been reduced to a trembling mess under your mouth.
“Pl-please… I can’t… control it anymo—”
So you quicken up the pace with excitement.
His thighs clamp around your head, the action so desperate it doesn’t feel like a want anymore… it’s a need. Your wet gagging sounds are the most obscene thing he’s ever heard and now, he’s so addicted… So when you moan his name in broken murmurs between those, the sound reverberating through his entire length… he realizes that he has already placed his identity, wholly and willingly, at your feet.
His whole body buckles as he spills down your throat, thick ropes of cum pulsing with every spasm. And you drink it all like it’s the best thing you’ll ever taste. Your first affection… his soul laid bare before you. From this moment on, nothing would ever be the same again.
He watches in awe and horror as his massive, pent-up load overflows your mouth… some dripping down your chin, some running down your throat. Tears stream down your face from gagging so hard, making you look utterly disheveled… yet beautiful. He’s never come this much before, his balls emptying completely.
You pull off with a wet, sloppy sound, his softening cock making a popping noise as it leaves your abused mouth. Cum drips down from your chin onto his pubes, mixing with your saliva and tears as you catch your breath. You really look absolutely wrecked - lips swollen, cheeks hollowed, eyes watery, and still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “Oh… oh Archons…”
But of course, how could your heart be done from just… this. After years of pining for him, and even though Varka wouldn’t directly admit it yet… he missed you so much too. So when you start licking up the remaining cum from his wet, spent dick, it suddenly sends shivers down his spine. The sight of you cleaning him up, still not satisfied with how much you swallowed… you unlock something primal in him. In a second, he rips off the belt binding him like it’s paper and flips you over on your back as he cages you in… like a wolf finally awakened, staring at his prey. “More? After that?” He asks in surprise. All his Knightly composure is gone, his dick is twitching very eagerly again, and your pussy is responding in eagerness. You chuckle tiredly as he finally kisses you, his tongue dominating yours in a desperate, hungry dance. He tastes himself on your lips, mingled with your own sweetness, carrying the delicate blend of all those years of longing and restraint…
“Mmm… Varka,” you moan while tangling your fingers in his beautiful blond hair.
When all of a sudden… he whispers, his half-hard cock resting against your stomach, “You’ve ruined me… completely,” he pants, eyes dazed. “I’m far from finished… told you that I wouldn’t leave without marking what’s mine..,” he stares hungrily at your near naked form.
And something tells you that this… is far from over.
This was wayy longer than I planned lol but here it is! Now I have to find inspo for the second part's smut hahaha (smut is so easy to read and enjoy but hard to actually put it in words imo) anyways here's to all Varka lovers (including me I'm obsessed).
if anyone is confused about the characters’ ages here you go 🌷
Reader was 20 when she joined the Knights, and Varka was 24 and already the Grandmaster. (4 year age gap)
Reader develops a massive affection for the Grandmaster (when she’s 21 and Varka’s 25), and hides it for a year… so, Varka’s rejection incident happens when she’s 22 and Varka’s 26. (He had also grown attached to her, despite trying not to). After, Reader leaves the Knights a few days later. A few weeks more passes when Varka cannot bear her decision (he had to sign her leave!) and he wants to find her. But then he takes part in the Hexenzirkel trial and sees the prophecy. Abandoning all his dreams, (which included her), he leaves Mondstadt and embarks on the expedition. While she are out exploring the different nations. He settles in Nod-Krai, choosing the safety and happiness of others over his own desires.
Now 5 years have passed, Reader is 27 and Varka is 31 when fate makes their paths entangle again.
