The light was still on and a noise of writing could be heard.
"He went to that cafe twice why? Is he interested in that waitress?" Mutter the wavy blonde-haired male, twirls his pen while in deep thought.
"The lady has brunette hair short... Hair cut and doesn't seem to have any affair with a man..." He blabbered to himself as he crossed the lady from the picture who was talking to a man with h/c hair tied in a low ponytail, the gentle smile present on his lips while talking to the waitress.
"She might have a criminal record... No?" He said as he picked up the scissors and cut away the waitress part as he hung the male photo on the wall.
A collection of his pictures and where he goes, the pattern of where he goes and sort.
"Ayatsuji-san you have been stalking this man for the past few weeks now," said Tsujimura worriedly while glancing at the wall Ayatsuji had covered with photos of that man.
"He is a Port Mafia executive of course he is a criminal that's why I'm keeping a close eye on Tsujimura-san," said Ayatsuji who gently touched the photo of the man who is closed-eyed and smiling.
"By the way have you found anything regarding his ability or even about him?" Asked Ayatsuji who now turned his attention to Tsujimura who nodded and handed the file still curious about why Ayatsuji was so interested in the researcher, Y/n L/n.
"Hmm... So he eventually joined Port Mafia when he was 14, a shame he could have been still pure... But I guess that's what made him so interesting" muttered Ayatsuji who lit the file on fire alarming Tsujimura.
"Why would you-?"
"It is so little information nothing to be worried about, Tsujimura-san," said Ayatsuji chuckling while lit his pipe to smoke.
"Are sure... you are just keeping an eye? I mean you have been looking around him for weeks now... Sometimes you fail to catch a glimpse of him" said Tsujimura as Ayatsuji nodded.
"He had a sharp mind I will give him that... To be honest, I want to speak to him personally but Port Mafia is always not a way for me to meet him" said Ayatsuji sighing.
Tsujimura sweatdrop as she glanced around the room more likely the basement full of dolls around the walls except the photo side where he kept things like Photos and even the small things such as unused tea bags you carry around and throw because of expired or even the tissue you kept in your pocket for days to only saw later on and threw it.
"Sakaguchi-san has arrived and was asking you to explain yourself"
"Huh? What's his problem" said Ayatsuji who boredly looked at Tsujimura who shrugged it off as she had no clue.
"But either way... even I wanted to speak with him"
"Huh?" Muttered Tsujimura following Ayatsuji who started walking ahead.
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The room presents a person whose eyes flickered to the duo who have now arrived.
"What was that... I have been hearing?"
"Hearing what?" Asked Ayatsuji who kept down his pipe and took a seat with his legs crossed.
Leading Ango to sit straight as his eyes narrowed at Ayatsuji who had been keeping a tab on you.
"You have been stalking and asking around about L/n-san"
"Oh?"
"Don't oh me, He is And still the executive of Port Mafia he asks me regarding you been-"
"He asked you?" Ayarsuji interrupted Ango who had a tick mark on his forehead as he quickly composed himself and nodded.
"Yes, He was asking me if... we had a case of him which led him to be supervised of the sort, and he even described you as a person with-"
"He notices me?" Muttered Ayartsuji as a smile crept into his face.
Ango's eyes narrowed a bit by Ayatsuji's interest in you.
"I will stop if you tell me about him"
"I cannot... it is his personal life"
"He is in Port Mafia come on, Sakaguchi pretty sure you and he have talked even once even if you are not... That's eye-catching" said Ayatsuji whole eyeing Ango who was more annoyed.
"Excuse me we eventually talked just fine, We even kissed-" Ango quickly stopped his mouth yet Ayatsuji's eyes narrowed.
"What... What did you just say?"
"N-nothing, he is j-just someone as a researcher for port m-mafia nothing more" muttered Ango with his ears and face turned red.
Ayatsuji frowned more in doubt.
'Did he and Ango kiss? Why would he kiss Ango for? I bet I could be a better kisser' thought Ayatsuji to himself as he just dismissed his thoughts.
"Either way I will only stop if you arrange a meeting with him with me," said Ayatsuji as Ango's flustered face cools down as he frown.
"Why would I?"
"Alright, Don't bother me I still need to find out more about him"
"Did you even hear me, You are not stalking him again"
"Tell him if he is so bothered..." Ayatsuji paused as his eyes narrowed a bit and smirked mockingly at Ango. More likely to challenge him.
"He can make me... stop"
Ango was confused about what Ayatsuji said and left without another word.
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"What did Sakaguchi-san asked?" Asked Tsujimura who followed Ayatsuji who shrugged while playing with his Dolls set more likely searching for something.
"He was asking me to stop getting information about that researcher"
'Information? More like stalking him' thought Tsujimura who sighed while curiously glancing at the detective.
"Either way, Tsujimura-san do you think it looks the same?" Asked Ayatsuji who took out the doll.
A Chibi formed of y/n that was tailored well it was adorable... But it was also creepy why Ayatsuji had this doll.
(Like this)
(Or)
"I guess? How do you-"
"Have? Well I made it but I still find his eyes to be not matching" said Ayatsuji while bringing the doll near the collections of photos on the wall.
"...Ayatsuji-san... are you perhaps in love with him?" Asked Tsujimura as Ayatsuji stopped staring at the pictures and then glanced at Tsujimura.
"love? I have no time for that as a detective..."
"B-but"
"Dolls are surely fascinating for me... But for some reason, I could say the same about him that's all, After all, he is just a criminal with no record and someday maybe I will..."
"Used your ability on him?" Asked Tsujimura as Ayatsuji shook his head.
"He is not even proven as a threat by the government or even order me for it... Perhaps I want to know more about what he thinks... Or even know him nothing more"
"Like you want to be... his friend?"
Ayatsuji kept quiet as Tsujimura got a call on her phone as she left quickly leaving Tsujimura on his thoughts.
"Not that... Not friend... I don't want him to be my friend, no... No" muttered Ayatsuji to himself as he hugged the y/n doll closely and snuggled slightly with a frown present on his lips.
Zhongli’s amber orbs measuredly glance over the two rigid men that fill the space of his ritzy office. He readjusts his glasses with the tip of his finger and splays his hands on the plush armrests of the chair. The cerulean eyes looking at him directly from the opposite side of the antique desk shut tiredly as their owner sighs.
„What did you do?”
Zhongli cuts the chase, expression ever so stoic as Childe, his most trusted advisor and right hand, laughs nervously while making a flippant gesture with his hands.
„We? No, nothing. Absolutely nothing. You know, boss...,”
Zhongli’s impassive demeanour tells Childe that he actually doesn’t know, and the ginger-head appears to be at a loss of proper words.
„Childe?”
Zhongli pushes all too tepidly to be ignored for the second time.
„This old geezer that owes you money, he doesn’t have it. We were late. You are not going to squeeze a single mora out of his broke ass.”
Xiao comes clean, walking up to the desk. Childe cranes his neck to shoot him a glare that hides murderous intent behind the beauty of the cerulean eyes, but Xiao couldn’t care less. He has never had a filter to his mouth, and Childe regrets not explaining things by himself. Before the shorty puts the final nail to Childe’s coffin, he decides to promptly take over that conversation.
„Listen, Zhongli, we might have acted a bit too..., how should I put it, er, indulgently when handling this whole issue, but I assure you that-,”
„Childe. I don’t want his money.”
„Yes, as I was saying, we still can---,”
Childe trails off as Zhongli’s words make all the gears in his brain grind to a halt.
„W-wait, you what?”
Childe’s eyebrows shoot up to his brain. He might not be the mastermind here, but he sure realizes the paramount importance of debt collection. They are mobsters, not some fucking charity organisation. He scrutinizes his boss intensely, drilling a hole in his handsome face as if looking for any signs of physical or maybe rather mental illness, but there is just nothing. Zhongli’s phlegmatic expression is unreadable.
„Tell him I am ready to forego the debt if he decides to offer his daughter as a payment.”
Childe doesn’t seem to be able to comprehend what his boss wants from him and just sits there like a hooker waiting for the first client. Did he hear him correctly? He opens his mouth to voice his protest, but Xiao is quicker to break the deafening silence.
„We’ll bring her by nightfall.”
Xiao spins on his heel and flicks Childe’s forehead, which elicits a groan of pain from the stunned man.
„Hey, watch it!”
Childe warns while grudgingly lifting himself from the chair with the verve of an old man. He massages his forehead and attempts to peer at his boss for one last time in the hope of some miraculous change of heart, but to no avail. Childe concludes that even rocks tend to be more emotive than the blockhead of a boss that he needs to put up with on a daily basis.
„Fine, you won. I’ll bring you that girl. But if we all go bankrupt one day, don’t come crying to me.”
Zhongli chuckles fondly, some sort of sparks flashing in the depth of his amber eyes.
„I’m counting on you, Tartaglia.”
Always true to his word, Childe brings you home to Zhongli by the time clock strikes midnight. With an obnoxiously big teeth mark on his arm and a bruised shin, Childe drags you as if you were a squirming bag of rubbish and dumps you directly on the king-size bed of a lavishly decorated room.
„You are such a fucking menace! I don’t get paid enough for all that shit.”
The ginger-head hyperventilates exhaustedly with his body bent in half and hands resting on his knees. He keeps a steady watch, ready to pounce at you if you by any chance tried to pull some funny business on him like when you kicked his lower leg, turning him into a cripple. He observes how your eyes narrow and pierce through him as if he killed your beloved cat. He might be a criminal, but he is no cat killer, so he just glares right back at you, conscious of a growing sense of misplaced anger oozing from your person.
„Listen here, it wasn’t my idea at all, alright? So, don’t look at me like that.”
You don’t seem to apprehend what the armed to the teeth idiot hints at. Your brain is too busy figuring out how to get the fuck away from him and his much shorter, but not less mad, growling accomplice. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a lamp on the nightstand and quickly come up with a plan to grab it at any opportune moment.
„Good evening.”
A low rumbling voice interrupts your murder-plotting thoughts as a tall and disastrously handsome man enters the lavishly-decorated room. His amber eyes seize you up, and a bone-chilling shiver zips through your spine. You have seen him before doing business with your father. He has been a rather frequent visitor to your house, always polite and courteous. Yet, you have never been able to get used to that strong and demanding presence, accompanied by the depth of his penetrating stares.
Childe straightens up, wearing a scowl on his face, which might as well soon become a permanent thing if his boss continues screwing with him like that.
„You owe me big time. I am fucking serious, Zhongli. What a fucking hellion she is. I’m warning you, boss.”
Childe’s hands shoot up in the air as he walks up to him.
„I’m grateful, Childe.”
Zhongli pats Childe’s shoulder and nods his head at the door.
„You can leave now. I’ll be fine.”
Childe almost chokes at that. In fact, he does. He looks at his boss quizzically. Maybe the old man has really gone nuts, after all? He shakes his head in surrender and leaves the bedroom without sparing you a single glance.
A pregnant pause.
The finely dressed man in front of you hesitates momentarily. His eyebrows pinch together, and he clears his throat before eventually trudging towards you. Your body shrinks, and you edge to the headboard, hand sneaking up in the direction of the nightstand.
„My name is Zhon---,”
„I know what your name is.”
You cut him short, preparing for the attack. You are wound up so tight, like a violin string.
„Oh, I see. Well, how do you like it here? I hope that the bedroom doesn’t feel too cramped?”
Zhongli queries politely as if this bedroom wasn’t bigger than your whole flat.
„You mean, how do I like being sold to you like a piece of meat?”
You snap while grabbing the pole of the lamp and bracing yourself before the confused man.
„Touch me, and I’m going to smash it on your face!”
You yell so hard that your lungs might actually burst from the effort, and Zhongli doesn’t even flinch. His pupils blow twice the size in what appears to be surprise, and he lifts his hands in a peace offering gesture. It might be just your eyes deceiving you, but the man’s cheeks turn a tad rosier?
„Please, you’re going to hurt yourself. Put it down, Y/N.”
Zhongli points out stoically, and it makes you scoff. Blood pounds against your temples. Does he think you are stupid, or what?
„As if you weren’t going to hurt me, you, you... old sicko!”
The lamp shakes as your hands start trembling. To be fair, Zhongli has never been addressed in such a derogative manner, and he finds himself stalling at your choice of words. He sucks in a breath before opting for the most assuring and pacifying timbre of voice that he can presently squeeze out of himself.
„There’s been a misunderstanding, Y/N. I’m not going to... to touch you. Put it down, please.”
He reasons as if talking to an actual child. Your arms start slowly giving out, and the lamp progressively disappears from Zhongli’s eye level. Feeling that it’s his now or never chance, Zhongli catches your hands mid-air and snatches the said lamp from your weary limbs.
For a moment you think that you are going to cry. Your body bonelessly slumps down on the bed. You are mentally coming to terms with the not too pleasant idea of impending death, and you wish that you could at least say goodbye to your cat.
Sighing in defeat, you peer at the man towering above you. You have half a mind to throw another tantrum, but you decide against it. Zhongli just stands there, immovable as these mountains, and it would admittedly be better if he just ended you already instead of prolonging your misery. You are about to tell him that, but then, the growling little gremlin barges into the room with a small furball thrashing in his hold.
„I went back to fetch that little skunk, as you wanted.”
The shorty releases the cat from his tight clutch, and this time you are crying for real.
„Oh, Rex? Is that really you?”
You are bawling your eyes out. The round ball of fur zooms in your direction and hurriedly jumps to your lap.
„Thank you, Xiao. I believe our guest will feel much more at home with her little friend.”
Rex snuggles to you and turns around to hiss at Xiao, which catches the man off guard, and he takes a step back with a disgusted look on his face.
„Yeah, sure. Whatever.”
Xiao excuses himself and vacates the room faster than the bullet he puts through his targets’ brains.
„Home?”
You peer at the man, bewildered.
„Yes, Y/N. Home.”
Zhongli smiles, visibly relieved. He places the lamp on the nightstand, conveniently choosing to ignore the fact that you were hell-bent on massacring his face with it a minute prior.
„Welcome home.”
The fact of the matter is that this insanely big mansion has really become your home, and Zhongli, against your general understanding of how Mafia bosses operate, has been the sweetest and most charming host that your packed with mobster movies brain could imagine. You were scared, you really were. At least, initially. But, the images of rooms being filled with blood and people’s organs scattered all over the place have not quite come true. Yet? You suppose.
So, with each passing day, you found yourself being more and more puzzled. Is he indeed the most feared mafia boss in this country? You beg to disagree, for a number of different reasons.
Case in point #1
Zhongli has been spoiling you rotten with all of these gifts and clothes and jewellery - fuck whatever you really want, or even things you don’t want - that have been thrown at your feet since that very first night you were hauled here like loot from some gang raid.
Originally, when you woke up the next day and saw the little green gremlin, apparently going by the name of Xiao, humping all these bags with designer logos plastered on them into your newly-acquired bedroom, you were, in truth, unwilling to accept them.
After the initial banter, and him threatening to eat your cat - which in all honesty, you can absolutely picture him doing - you had to give in and accept these offerings. Xiao, much to his relief, didn’t have to go through the pain of foraying into the shops with the forever undecided boss and hand-picking all of these dreadfully expensive trinkets again. The very thought made him dizzy with crowd anxiety.
What a win-win situation, really. Zhongli would absent-mindedly follow you with his amber gaze, delighted with the accuracy of his taste that managed to cater to your own, whereas Xiao was no longer pressed by his boss’s annoying requests. Like, for instance, helping him to pick between two shades of the same dress, which for fuck’s sake, didn’t make any difference to him. However, Zhongli being Zhongli was dead set on choosing the more flattering one.
Case in point #2
It does feel entirely out of place to be so free? To be fair, you have been captured by the family of mobsters and all you have been doing so far is strolling around the premises of the mansion, with Zhongli externalising his own musings and fully reciting the chronicles of the predecessors of the great house in question. The man is a walking data bank, and it never ceases to amaze you when he so casually whips out the whole tirade about the most trivial of objects, like the one time you asked him about the teapot set, presently on display behind the crystal-clear glass of his fuck-knows-how-old vintage vitrine.
Speaking of tea, it has become customary for Zhongli to come with the pipping-hot tea prepared for you and him at exactly 5 o'clock each day. You would be sitting in the lounge room, sipping this over-priced beverage prepared by none other than the Mafia boss himself, and gawking at him with a hollow expression on your face when he rambles on and on, every now and then gracing your ears with a heart-quickening grunt of satisfaction coming from the depths of his chest.
Apart from all that walking and listening, or tea tasting, there hasn’t been a single thing that you would be forced to do or expected to do in return for all that lavish lifestyle. Cooking? Nope. Cleaning? Heck, no. Zhongli would be damned if he saw you with a broom. Working? You have already forgotten the meaning of that word.
Sexual intercourse? Well, contrary to your initial predictions, the man hasn’t made a single move on you, and it is plain fucking weird, putting it mildly.
So, with the only inconvenience being the bodyguards following you everywhere, you can’t exactly deny the fact that you are indeed free and happier than you have ever been.
Case in point #3
Having so much spare time can seem like the lewdest fantasy fulfilled, however, that is only true in the initial stage. The longer you squelch through that staggering abundance of free time with the unequal proportion of your deeds amounting to a total number of zero, the more desperate you are to find anything that would potentially fill that stagnant void.
Remarkably perceptive of Zhongli, that single longing glance of yours towards the piano fixed in the middle of the vast entertainment room was enough for him to see through your blue thoughts.
„Dear, how about some piano lessons? Would you be fond of that kind of leisure interest?”
You stared back at him, with what must be inevitably considered as the dumbest expression one has ever worn on their face, but Zhongli just looked through your eyes, ready to serve and give. Your stomach flipped, like a tossed in the air pancake, so you just nodded silently with the weird lump in your throat.
Since then, after your shared breakfast on the sunny patio, you would be diving into the intricacies of music, instructed by the most renowned virtuoso Zhongli could recruit essentially overnight.
He would be secretly observing you, yearningly following the slide of your fingers over the surface of the white and black keys. He would always ask you to show him whatever you learned during a particular lesson, ignoring the fact that he was there to witness it with his own eyes.
And you choose to remain ignorant as well, somehow sensing how your hands start to tremble whenever you want to grant his request. Zhongli would hum in approval, fingers grasping his chin, amber pools ever so thoughtful and entranced by whatever you do.
Case in point #4
„What are you doing here, Dear?”
He encountered you curled up on the kitchen stool in the ungodly hours of the night.
„It’s late.”
He was quick to add, forgetting that he wasn’t sleeping himself. He noticed how your bare feet brushed over the cold marble tiles and he shuddered at the fatal oversight on his part. The night-gown he had bought for you barely, oh so barely covered the soft thighs, and his amber orbs rested on the little goosebumps scattered all over the supple flesh. He sucked in a breath.
„You’re going to catch a cold, Little one.”
He swathed you with his blazer, keeping these primal needs to skim his fingers over the exposed skin at bay. He withdrew, pushing his hands as far back from you as he could.
„Can’t sleep.”
You muttered, feeling the scent of Zhongli that sneaked up on you all too suddenly. It entered your nostrils, perilously heating your cheeks in front of the man’s studious gaze. That rich aroma and layered fragrances of silk and deep musk left you stunned, unable to restrain yourself from clamping your thighs together. Zhongli’s fingers bent towards his palms, but not angrily, rather shakily so.
„I heard that bedtime stories are a great remedy for sleepless nights. Shall I read one for you?”
It tingled inside. Everything tightened as if someone wrenched your guts. So, you just slid down the stool like this sack of flour and squeezed out a very articulate „mhmm” sound. Zhongli beamed, quite literally, brighter than the moon, illuminating his ostensibly handsome face.
And when you laid down in bed, he tucked you in, grunting lowly in content, which made your stomach do funny stuff again. It could not have been indigestion because the warmth pooling between your legs didn’t strike you as one of the food poisoning symptoms. He sat beside you, on the edge of the bed, glasses on his nose and you were attacked by his perfect side-profile when he began to read. Sure, all was fine and dandy, but how were you supposed to fall asleep when his low, rumbling voice made your heart pound in need?
However, Zhongli just kept reading, unaware of your inner turmoil. The rich baritone was like the warmest hug that enveloped your body, gently lulling you to sleep.
The next day, you were woken up by some strange noises coming from the hall. Groggily, you trudged towards the centre of all that commotion. You saw different people that looked like some sort of a construction crew if you were to judge by their uniforms.
In the middle of that crowd, there was Childe. The man looked positively out of it.
„Zhongli, I understand that you have totally lost your mind for that girl, but I beg of you, is it really fucking necessary to go to such lengths?”
The ginger-head pointed at the antique floor tiles that were being swiftly replaced with carpeting of the softest and finest quality. Childe could not seem to hold it back anymore.
„Do you have any idea how much money it will all cost, do you? Ha! No, of course, you don’t. Why am I even asking that question, haha.”
He hyperventilated, all that patience vanishing into thin air when Zhongli just stood there with his arms on his chest and an unreadable look on his face.
„Her feet were cold.”
Oh, of course. It had to be enough of a reason to turn the whole mansion upside down. Zhongli could not apprehend why Childe was being so overly-dramatic about this whole issue. Couldn’t he see that it was absolutely necessary?
The list could go on and on, but the point still stands - Zhongli does not fall into the category of formidable mafia bosses that you have envisioned and stored in your brain.
You are sitting at the piano, absent-mindedly staring at the instrument. You let out a sigh, torn between weird emotions that all find their origin in the always-ready-to-please-you man himself.
„My dear?”
His voice never fails to make you shudder, and you turn around just to be met by his warm amber gaze.
„Zhongli?”
You answer with this type of urgency that scares both of you. You clear your throat awkwardly, tearing your eyes away from the mafia boss. Zhongli blinks twice before finally deciding to shift closer to you. You can feel his presence right beside you, the warmth of his body radiating from him, making you extra conscious of how close he is right now.
He crouches next to you, getting to your eye level.
„I-,”
He begins, somewhat realizing that he needs to see your eyes now. With the lightest touch, he pulls your chin towards him. You are staggered, utterly frozen in place as this is the first time that Zhongli has ever touched you. Fuck, he is not even touching you. His fingers barely ghost over your skin, making all the little hairs on your skin stand erect. You want to squeal. Your body unintentionally leans into this inviting scent that once again penetrates your senses, and suddenly everything around you and in you feels warm. Very, very warm.
„I saw you deep in thought. Is anything bothering you?”
You shake your head, trying to push down the flush rising to your cheeks. Zhongli does not recoil, keeping himself as close as possible to your shuddering self, and then, his thumb slides over your chin, caressing the flesh tenderly. You think you are going to combust from all that tension. His eyes drop to your lips. Amber irises quietly ask you for permission to have a little taste of them. But he says nothing. Your feel your heart squeezing a little.
„N-nothing in particular.”
You manage to croak out between your trembling lips.
„Mhmm?”
Zhongli drawls low in his throat, pressing for an answer. His fingers slowly creep higher up your jaw.
„A little grumpy is all.”
He feels your throat vibrating under his palm and inches forward, tickling you with his warm breath. The gold hues in his eyes deepen, flickering in interest.
„Would you allow me to fix that for you?”
The innocent plea drips from the plush lips, oh so inconspicuously hiding the real threat behind Zhongli’s honeyed wording.
Thump Thump
Your heart thrashes against your ribs. The distance between you seems to shrink with each thud of your frantic heart. You are going to go mad here. Your thighs press tighter together as you try to suppress that fluttery feeling in your core.
As if in a daze, Zhongli claims your lips waiting no further. You sway towards him like a little rabbit lured in by the sly wolf, ready to ravage and take, till there is nothing of you left. He wanted to kiss you slowly and lovingly, at first almost petulantly sliding his lips against yours, but then he lost the battle with himself. His pulse spikes, thundering against the veins in his shaky hand that pulls you in viciously. „Mine” he mumbles into your mouth, kissing you as if he wanted to prove the meaning of these very words that make your thighs tremble with blazing need. You are fidgeting. His hand wanders to the back of your head, holding you still. Long fingers dive into your hair, and when he feels your clammy palms timidly sneaking up his chest, a groan rolls from the back of his throat. He is gone.
He pushes you back roughly, resulting in you bumping into the instrument. You hear the old piano sounds, as your body presses against the keys. Zhongli doesn’t even register that. Any consideration of self-restraint is long-forgotten when he forces himself between your legs. Finally. He hits home when his erection swells against your leaking core.
„Z-Zhongli!”
You cry out his name, or at least you try to do it. Your lips are captured by the hazed man, demanding all of you for himself. You can’t breathe. Too fast, too intense.
„Mhmm!”
Zhongli’s fingers clutch painfully in your hair as his hips jerk in response to your pathetic whine. Your arms shake with effort when you push him back.
„N-no!”
You scream, startling both of you. Zhongli immediately composes himself and takes a step back. You hear him swearing underneath his breath, but it is all so muted by the blood buzzing in your ears.
„Forgive me.”
An apology dragged from deep within the man’s aching chest cuts off your breathing more successfully than the suffocating kiss. Your eyes glaze over when you realise that the amber eyes appear to be just as scared as yours.
„I’ll never do that again, s-sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Zhongli says with his chest heaving, and his widened eyes seize you up. You are trembling and flushed. He tears his gaze away, withdrawing even further. Before you can stop him, he turns around and hurriedly leaves the room.
Hours on end, you are tossing in bed, with that insurmountable sense of guilt and regret eating you up alive. Not to mention that the sheer memory of his lips hungrily pressing to yours leaves your gut sizzling with the desire to let him wreck you further. You are mad, oh so fucking mad with yourself for panicking and rejecting him, even though you crave him with each nerve and cell in your body. He might have bought you with his money like some cattle, held you prisoner against your will (at least initially), but all of that is of little importance now when his deep grunt of smouldering need replays in your head, rumbling through your spine. Heavens above, wasn’t it the sexiest thing you have ever heard? Your ears burn, the sensation rushes to your core. Yes, you want him to fuck you.
Holding your breath, you tip-toe to his bedroom. His body resting in bed, hair splayed over the silky sheets in beautiful disarray, and you would be ready to beg to drag your hands over the exposed muscles of his chest. You seal the distance between you and him, light-headed and anxious as if on razor’s edge. The warmth in your stomach pulses through your body, and you are finally there, placing your knee on the bed. Another one.
Your bruised from kissing lips begin forming his name, but it all dies in your throat when Zhongli shoots up in bed, clutching a gun that is pointed at your face.
„Little one?”
Your lungs are at a breaking point, and you choke out a shaky sob that is followed by his name. Zhongli is devastated. He all but falls apart at your pleading voice. His gun cast aside, arms spread out to shield you in their warmth. You scramble towards him, digging your nails into his naked shoulders, marring the biceps red.
„Don’t sneak up on me like that. I could have..., could have hurt you.”
His hands brush through your hair, aiming to soothe his ragged nerves rather than yours. The hot puffs of air against your neck leave you ticklish, and you push yourself up until you are basically seated in Zhongli’s lap.
Zhongli’s breath hitches in his throat when you envelop him with your legs, your core hovering against his erection. You wrap him so tightly, pressing yourself to his rapidly swelling bulge. Zhongli stiffens, trying not to think how agonizingly warm and soft your pussy feels right on his neglected dick.
When was the last time he got laid? He can’t tell. The ever-composed man bites on his lip, hands sliding weakly to your back as all the blood from his limbs rushes to his cock. Fuck, why are you writhing like that, sliding against his shaft? He grabs your hips roughly enough to stop you from edging towards his aching dick. It makes you jolt a little. A soft gasp escapes your lips right next to Zhongli’s sensitive ear. He shudders. His head slumps forward, nestling between your neck and shoulder.
Is that how you would sound if he pressed his fingers elsewhere? Would you get louder, cried out his name if he drilled his rock-hard cock into you? Would you beg and plead for him to continue fucking you senseless with your hole stretched around his girth? Would you-
„Zhongli?”
He can barely stop himself from rutting into you when his name on your tongue just so sweetly brings him back to reality. It sounds so good but also wrong at the same time. Zhongli can only pray that you didn’t notice how his cock twitched impatiently, almost begging to be touched.
„My Dearest?”
He queries in a thick and unsteady voice. His eyes darken when you find enough courage to cup his cheeks with both of your trembling hands. The man’s brows knot and his breath comes out unevenly so, tantalised by how audaciously you press onto his length. You fucking know what you are doing to him. You certainly do.
Zhongli prides himself on being a patient man. Always level-headed and composed, he would have not guessed for the life of him that he could ever be teased by such an innocent girl like you. And, for crying out loud, kissing you was one thing, but now, yes, this is the final straw.
His eyes narrow on you, hazed with lust and desire. It is intoxicating. This musky scent of pure male, the shimmering gold hues fixated on you, as if nothing else existed in the whole world apart from you in his lap.
„Couldn’t you sleep again? Would you like me to read you a story?”
He fights against his needs, pretending it is just fine with how your pussy squeezes his dick. So close, so tight. Zhongli’s head spins. He can’t help himself. His whole body quakes again as he forces himself to stay still.
„I don’t want any stories.”
Your fingertips find their way to his jet-black hair, urging him close.
Oh, and then, his power of will be damned.
You are pressing your lips to his. Zhongli’s eyes go wide. The kiss is so soft, so persuasive, and he realizes somewhat tardily that he needs to respond. Fuck, he should be kissing you back. He places one of his hands on your wrist, body swaying into your warmth yearningly. Your tongue slides between his lips to entwine with Zhongli’s. Like a bomb with delayed ignition, the formidable mafia boss succumbs to his lust, compulsively nibbling on your lips.
The way he growls into your mouth, that erotic sound setting your guts on fire, makes your heart race. A flush of embarrassment creeps over your face, and you dig your thighs into his sides, painfully turned on and more than ready to take him all in. Your hips struggle against his frantic grip, nudging towards his length. When you feel him twitch, his warm dick excitedly moving right under your wet folds, dammit, you are moaning loud, and Zhongli can’t take it anymore.
He flips you over, your head bounces off the pillows, and he scrambles on top of you. Instinctively, you swaddle him with your legs again, clutching as hard as you can to move him closer to your core. He groans and curses, mumbles incoherent words with his jaw clenched tight. Your pussy rubs all over his shaft, and you hold him flush against you. The man gathers your wrists and puts them on both sides of your head.
„You can’t do this to me. Y-you can’t.”
He pants, head dizzy with the desire to stuff you full of his cock. You respond by pushing your hips more eagerly into that obnoxiously big bulge straining against the soaked fabric of his underwear. Your eyes roam wantonly all over his chiselled abs as if sculpted by gods themselves. Deliberately, unhurriedly you rub him up and down. Zhongli’s lips are pressed taut together. Muscles flex in pure agony as the man vehemently restrains himself from ramming back into your warmth. He thinks he might burst.
„Zhongli, p-please. I want you so bad, I-I...,ah--hah, p-please kiss me again.”
He growls like a man lost and defeated. His strong arms let go of your wrists and pull you close, lashing around you needily, so needily it makes you melt against him like wax before a flame. His chest presses to yours, teasingly skimming over the perky buds. It sends sparks of desire to your groin. Your hands shoot to his back, clawing the porcelain skin.
Zhongli leans closer, till his face is inches from yours.
„I don’t want to take advantage of you. I could not bear the thought.”
He confesses truthfully, though your bold hips jerking towards his cock make no easy task of it. His fingers skim down to your hips, circling your belly button sensually. Zhongli’s intense gaze holds your breath captive. Your chest swells as you are quivering with longing.
„I want you to take advantage of me, Zhongli. In every way, shape or form. I fucking can’t wait for you to finally do it.”
You pant. Words fall from your lips fast, with no regrets and second thoughts. Your eyes darken, and you swallow hard. It isn’t uncertainty he sees, but an untameable need.
„You are mine.”
A throaty moan and a hand sneaking down your back to palm your ass prove that he heard you loud and clear. He tilts his head to reclaim your lips, and you thrill to the way he tenderly yet surely delves his tongue into your mouth. With his lips locked on yours, he slowly strips you naked, fingers exploratively brushing all over the flushed from arousal skin as if etching your curves into his memory.
„Mhmm!”
You keen when Zhongli bites your lip and flicks your nipple with his thumb. He does it again and again, relishing in the way your body pathetically squirms beneath him. You lie pliant like this doll he can ruin and use in whatever way he sees fit. Your eyes well up with tears when he slowly lifts himself from you, shifting to crouch before your leaking pussy. He eyes you up and down, hungrily roving all over your wetness. You are bound by shackles, the sheer power of Zhongli’s wordless commanding look.
He is all strong and authoritative yet tender, towering over you like the lewdest fantasy right from your wet dreams. You whisper his name pleadingly, thighs clamping together when your clit pulsates, longing for him. You don’t need to ask again. Zhongli knows what to do. Oh damn, he sure does. He lowers himself to your belly and pepper-kisses his way down to the hem of your underwear. He hooks his finger under the band, and just like that, you are all naked for him and him only. Ever.
„There, there, shhh, Little one. It is all ok.”
He purrs, sensing how you tense in embarrassment. His voice dripping with the promise of bone-shattering orgasms that he will undoubtedly deliver. Just a little longer.
„Patience, Dear.”
Zhongli’s glare tells you that he does not appreciate how you push forward, trying to fuck yourself on his clothed length. He has had enough of playing. He clicks his tongue, reaching for your thighs. He spreads them wide, as wide as he only can.
„You are going to lie like that for me, right? My pretty little girl.”
You bob your head with no dignity left, readying yourself for his next wish. Quite honestly, you would do anything for him now. Zhongli’s property. Needy, little whore.
He shoves his fingers into your mouth, making you gag. You start sucking on them, swirling your tongue around his digits as if your life depended on it. And just maybe, it actually does. With amber irises glued to your face, he removes his ruined underwear. Zhongli’s cock springs free, so deliciously thick, long and veiny. It makes you sob, moan around his fingers impatiently. Zhongli coos, brushing the unruly strands away from your face. He is huge, so huge. Your brain short-circuits.
„It’s all good, Little one. I will take care of you.”
Damn, he sure takes his sweet time. Zhongli keeps pumping his fingers in, thirsting over how desperate you are to lick them all nice and wet. It is a matter of pride, an unspoken pledge to swallow up his cock, and you can see how it clicks in his brain. The message is put across perfectly, and Zhongli growls as if he was in pain. He pulls his soaked fingers out of your abused mouth.
„Tell me if it hurts.”
„Fuck!”
You cry in ecstasy when he stuffs your pussy full of his fingers. Two of them are in. He hooks them towards your belly while pressing his thumb to your folds. He starts circling your sensitive nub, smoothly stroking the swollen folds. You are leaking all over his palm, thighs quivering as you struggle to keep them open for him like he told you to.
„Zhongli, Z-Zhongli, please!”
Your eyes spark with heat, and Zhongli’s narrow when you begin rocking against his digits.
„I want your cock.”
You demand boldly, flicking your gaze to his twitching dick to express the urgency building in the pit of your stomach. It makes him smirk. Oh fuck, he fucking smirks at you.
„I can’t really deny you anything, Little one.”
He withdraws, and it is the biggest fucking loss you must have experienced in your life. A whine of protest dies in your throat when Zhongli digs his fingers into the meat of your ass. He rests his back against the headboard and guides you on his lap.
„Come here, Dear. Let me help you get all comfortable.”
Your brain malfunctions when you understand what he meant by comfortable. He forces you on top of him, pussy right in front of his angry dick, resting heavily on these rock-hard abs.
„Y-you want me-, I mean, you--,”
„Didn’t you ask for my cock, pretty girl?”
Zhongli teases, squeezing your ass tighter, and you splay your hands on his muscular chest for support. He sits there like the mafia god he is, waiting for you to sit on his dick. Your throat tightens as sudden shyness attacks you.
„Little one, it is all yours. I am yours.”
Heat sizzles under your skin, and his rumbling growl slices through your bashfulness when you start lowering himself on his girth. Shit, so fucking big. Too big. You start hyperventilating, shaking weakly with Zhongli’s hand holding your ass up. He wouldn’t let you hurt yourself, ever so watchful, prepared to control how you take him. The swollen tip pushes through the taut opening, making your mouth open in bliss. With his other hand, he reaches for your clit, painstakingly rubbing on it with the right amount of pressure to distract you from the stinging sensation of his cock ripping you open.
„Full, so full.”
You cry out with no intention of stopping. You shudder when your pussy fully clasps around him, muscles latch onto his cock, gripping him like a vice. He gathers you closer, still flicking your nub with his thumb. It feels beyond heavenly. It hurts, but it is also a good type of pain. The stretch. The burn. His finger on your folds.
„Gently, don’t push yourself too hard, Love.”
Zhongli instructs, foregoing his own need to thrust into that slimy tightness with full force. His hand is back on your ass, helping you rock your hips onto him. His cock moves inside, brushing over your cervix with dead-on accuracy. You better hurry the fuck up because Zhongli is sure as hell ready to shoot his load any time now.
„Z-Zhongli, ahh-hah!”
He grunts, pressing you harder onto his cock, hitting that sweet spot repeatedly.
„Dammit, that feels so, f-fuck, good.”
He takes you up and down, letting you glide smoothly over his thick erection. Pre-cum gathering around the swollen crown smears your pussy and dribbles down to his pubic hair. You start throbbing with need, thrashing around his greedy cock when his thumb presses harder to your folds. You chant his name, riding him faster and more frantically, clouded with the fire pooling low between your legs.
„Cum for me, Little one.”
His hot breath sears your skin, and his amber eyes blaze, urging you to reach your high with him. Any coherent words seem a million miles away from your frenzied brain, so you just nod pliantly, letting him thrust into you time after time. Your eyes snap close as your stomach tightens, and you are cumming, spilling your juices all over his shaft. Zhongli stiffens. Your contracting hole makes him lose all of his reservations. He impales you swiftly, sharply, taking what is rightfully his. You can just moan and sob when he empties himself inside. Warm and thick spurts of cum fill you up nicely.
He has just fucked you.
You belong to him.
You go limp in his arms, and the mafia boss cradles you close. He whispers sweet-nothings against your ear, rumbling in his low and sex-heavy voice. His fingers wander up and down your back, caressing the soft flesh. You gasp softly, and it makes him chuckle fondly.
„Rest while you can, Love. There are still so many things I want to do to you tonight.”
content/warnings: nsfw, uhh... yeah that's about it i think, pleasure dom Zhongli sort of, it’s not explicit
Zhongli is... old as time, it seems
he has been alone for millennia, only to come down and join the mortals once a year in his rite of descention.
this means that he must be... inexperienced, even if momentarily, in the art of physical contact.
so now, in his time as a mortal, there are a few things he must relearn.
"When a man is touched again for the first time in years, he may find it hard to contain himself..." Zhongli groaned as you pressed further into his chest. You were in quite the compromising position, now; his hands around your waist and your lips fixed against his neck. His grip was firm, and his amber eyes gazed wantingly over your tantalizing figure.
You found your fingers entangled with his locks, soon to find their way to clawing down his back. It came to no shock that, even in his current state, he carried his body in a way that would make many drool- yet, somehow, it was all yours to explore now. From top to bottom and left to right, the body of this semi-former archon was your play place.
It was not only you that benefited from this experience, though. Zhongli also found himself relearning and improving on techniques he'd previously known. He stood to prove the saying 'you can't teach an old dog new tricks' to be very inaccurate. As it turned out, letting a man who has not been intimately loved in so long experience himself with you was a pleasantly surprising choice.
He took care of himself, so his hands were skilled and tidy. For once, he'd let his hair down, and even when sticking to the sweat that soon showed across his skin, it remained silky and smooth. The way he touched you was not only skillful but tender and loving. He wished to show just how much he appreciated you and to learn what touches made you squirm as they did him.
And as for the finishing act? Zhongli is a gentleman, and he would ensure you were satisfied before he dared doing such a thing. Watching you find your climax may affect him, though. The very sight of it may be too much to bear, and it's possible he may come into such an ordeal himself.
I could go on and on about how sensitive he is, but perhaps that is for another post. I'll be opening requests soon, so we'll see how that goes.
Hello! Can I make a request for Zhongli!reader x Sigma (from bsd) ?
If you can't write it's okay just ignore it.
(I'm nervous about sending requests, because I don't do it very often)
And sorry my english is bad, i used google translate to write this lol
a/n: it’s perfectly fine! Ty for requesting :) also your english is okay dw (also sorry this was kinda short i tried not to include the prison break and just the sky casino arc so)
1 yr link!
ZHONGLI!READER X SIGMA
The first time you’ve met someone that you took interest in was Sigma. It was simply due to the reason of the Sky Casino, which seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and that intrigued you nonetheless. However, you felt as if it had always been there, the cargo and the planes driving in and out of the casino signify its popularity in both customer service and the machines themselves. Out of all the casinos you have gone to in Japan, this one has made you stay the most. Not out of curiosity and gambling, per se, but due to the incredible customer service that the casino provides its customers. Honestly, you never participate in gambling, due to your lack of awareness of your money. You don’t seem aware of it, however. Your friend once told you to never indulge yourself in gambling, and although he tried to not make it obvious that you should not spend any more of your money (if you even have any), you quickly realized the undertones of his sentence.
Yokohama was a beautiful place, and you knew most-- if not all of its history. The syndicates, you’re well aware of. You’re mostly there in the Sky Casino for entertainment and arguments about your knowledge of history, which you gladly made yourself involved just as quickly as you were introduced to the establishment. It was always a delight to see your least favorite historians get dragged out for causing a commotion with you. The manager, seeing this, decides to engage in conversation with you. It was sort of a pastime for him if he was not busy with paperwork for the casino and carrying out Fyodor’s orders. The first time you met him was when he personally escorted out a rambunctious individual, who was causing a predicament with his opponent in blackjack. The way he was incredibly courteous and patient with his words took your interest, especially having never seen him in all your years of living. Once you laid down with him and conducted a conversation, he listened to your rambles with awe. The traditions of this country were incredibly foreign to him, and for one to show no resistance to staying with him was enough to make a desperate man forever grateful.
Perhaps it was your nostalgic and welcoming aura or the tone of your voice that never seemed to hint at any annoyance or frustration. The way you listen intently to him and care for his problems is already a blessing of its own. For a man to simply come out of a book to be presented to a person evidently closest to a god-- gifted with knowledge and combat, be rewarded with praise and with quite a bit of money would be unfair to those praying for years to get such a being such as you. Sigma would deem himself the luckiest man in the world, to call an ethereal and angelic human his home. Despite your oblivious stance to spending money and the paragraphs upon paragraphs of speech you dump to him, it’s your stance and your demeanor that pulls him back to you. And for you, despite the facade he puts up and his insecurities as a manager of a casino, you accept his flaws wholeheartedly, as you mesh them together with your own without selfishness and hesitation. Perhaps, if you get the chance, you would make him slowly realize that Fyodor would only be hurting him. And while Fyodor’s words are incredibly tempting for Sigma, he knows his mind and his heart has already settled in with your soul, and you know yours has too.
“hii! Can I request hcs where the reader is an archon like she’s the pyro archon and she’s also living amongst here people and then she stumbles upon Zhongli since he was in their nation with the traveller and he recognizes her right away but the reader pretends not to recognize him cuz they have a history (exes HAHAHA) and also because of Guizhong soo hcs of Zhongli trying to win her back hehe sorry if its kinda confusing hehe but thank you in advancee! Have a nice dayy 💖”
omg im inlove with the creativity and idea with this....ofc ill do it
i am so sorry if this was around june 9 or whatever like really im so sorry ive been so busy !!
history
fem n archon! reader x zhongli
warnings: none
genre: fluff , slight angst,gen
characters/pairing: zhongli,fem!reader
media: genshin impact
hcs under the cut!
it just started as a normal day in Liyue, nothing wrong just Zhongli aiding the Traveller and Paimon.
thats until he recognizes a face from the crowd
poor boy didnt think he would find YOU here
“Traveller, give me a moment”
Immediately, the geo archon walked towards your figure. He looks calm, but is actually panicking inside
“Excuse me, are you _____ ?” He asked.
Oh....Oh no, you recognized him. Without wanting to cause any trouble, AND make some ahem, memories come back. You played, well, dumb.
“Who?” You asked. NOT THAT DUMB
After what zhongli thought, was a failed attempt. He tried to form a plan, to win you back.
Traveller and Paimon can do whatever the hell on their own anyway.
Zhongli is a very attentive man, he remembers small details about people. Their likes,dislikes,favorite place etc. (Un?)fortunately he still remembers yours.
As a first try, he invites you to dinner.
You eat your favorite dishes, while he just dines with his own food. Suprisingly the broke man brought mora. Possibly stolen
After the “date” he recalls some memories and asks if you still remember it. So you continued to play hard to get and-
“No..? But how did you know my favorite dishes tho, amazing!”
this is gonna be quite the adventure.
Next thing is he brings you to one of Liyues areas, where treasure can be most found.
Proceeds to show you priceless artifacts and tell stories from the past. He grows frustrated each time you say “I dont know”
Still, it was another failed attempt
Zhongli was quite unsure if he should quit or keep going. It was a mess
He took you to one of your favorite places. An area that gives you so many memories in just a single step.
“Archons if you still forget what happened, you are still stubborn as ever _____”
You gave up, he was trying and you felt too bad.
Eventually, he won you over
“You made me wait an entire week, just to keep you as mine again huh?” He said, giggling in response.
AAHHHH i couldnt stop CRYING while making this. Hope it was nice!
MODERN AU HCs- ZHONGLI AS YOUR HISTORY PROFESSOR VOL.2
PART 1
WARNING: NSFW
PAIRING: ZHONGLI x GN READER
The half-empty teacup shakes dramatically in professor Zhongli’s beautifully long fingers when his usual stroll along the university’s corridors is abruptly ceased by the scene unfolding before his blown-out amber pupils.
Clasp. The sound echoes in the hallway, and it seems like it pierces right through his chest, aiming straight for his heart. The roaring laughter. Zhongli’s pulse quickens, thundering in his veins. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. The racing heart thuds in his ears. He grasps the china so tightly, so ferociously that one could wonder how it hasn’t crushed in his hold yet?
But, alas, who could blame the poor professor? Witnessing how your classmate playfully slaps your butt, for everyone’s eyes to see, in the middle of the hallway, amidst the giggling crowd..., no. This shall not stand. Patience might be one of his virtues but this time, inevitably so, he finds himself running low on it.
In a few rushed strides, Zhongli comes close to the source of the commotion. You’re there. His little lamb. His precious tiny crumb. The professor immediately notices the faint blush on your cheeks as you forcefully push the grinning guy away. It must only incite him further, judging from how his face twists into an even more appalling sneer. You’re uncomfortable. He made you feel vulnerable and self-conscious. Zhongli can read it all on your helpless face, and it makes all the wires in his brain overheat.
„Mr xxx"
Zhongli roars from the depths of his chest, causing everything and everyone to go silent. He stands there, eyes-narrowed, teacup begging for mercy in his death grip. The amber hues gleam maliciously when professor Zhongli regards your bully with the viciousness of an angered god.
He is the students' most beloved teacher, how come he looks so... out of his mind? Whispers permeate the stillness of the vast corridor, more and more curious eyes gather around the three of you.
„I believe the break time is over, is it not?”
Professor Zhongli spits out the words with the speed of a machine gun, foregoing the necessity to breathe.
„Proceed to the lecture hall, unless perhaps, you are willing to continue this nonsense here, in which case, I’d be more than happy to have a word with you in my office.”
Zhongli deadpans, heedless of the ruckus he is causing, blind to the possible consequences of his outburst. The bully simply nods, wide-eyed, hands quickly retracting, as far away from you as it is only possible. It is only the moment when Zhongli allows himself to relax, the air slowly entering his lungs again when he takes a deep breath to calm down. It is still far from his well-known stoic demeanour, usually rigid as those rocks, rooted like the oldest trees.
„All of you, the lecture is about to begin.”
Zhongli hurries his awe-stricken students, making somewhat clumsy gestures with his otherwise always graceful limbs. The teacup dances in the air, spilling some of the liquid on the sleeve of his invariably immaculate shirt. He lowers his eyes, grimacing at the sullied fabric.
„Careless.”
He reprimands, disappointed with himself. The students pass by him, heading to the lecture hall as instructed by the professor. All but one.
„Professor Zhongli? A-are you ok?”
He hears you stutter, in this cute manner that always makes him want to pull you close and cage you with his arms so that he can devour these trembling lips, so that he can swallow all of these pretty moans and shy whimpers with his ravaging mouth, all the time so unsatisfied and demanding more. His precious crumb.
„Mr/Mrs Y/N, I did ask you to go to the lecture hall, didn’t I? You are no exception here.”
He comes off angrier than he wanted to. He immediately starts regretting his words when you pout a little, your eyes look at him hollowly, slightly glossed over. You will be the death of him. When has he become so weak? He cannot tell. He spins on his heel, unable to stand the way you penetrate him with your wounded eyes.
„Emergency countermeasures are not my thing.”
He complains while rubbing off the stain of his shirt in the empty toilet, marvelling at how easily he lost his temper, which is so unlike him. Even given the dire circumstances, he had no right to bark at the student the way he did, risking exposing himself and his feelings for you in front of everyone. Professor Zhongli lets out an exasperated sigh. His favourite teacup lies on the edge of the washbasin. The broken handle will forever serve as a sad reminder of the seething in his veins rage from moments ago.
Muttering to himself, the professor enters the lecture hall and does his best to avoid eye contact with you. It is his idea of handling the situation, and he has convinced himself, after a long one-to-one deliberation in the university’s cubicle, that as long as he dodges the matter, then it will all blow over, so to speak. Yes. All hail Zhongli’s brilliant brain.
With a scattered gaze, bouncing around the rest of the students, Zhongli makes it to the end of the lecture, almost prodigiously ignoring the longing looks you were sending his way from the front row seat. Normally, he would meander close, letting his finger swipe over the surface of your desk as he narrates his stories, capturing the attention of everyone in the room with this rich baritone of his voice. It would make you shiver, squeeze your thighs under the desk, and professor Zhongli, as if he knew exactly what was happening in your brain, as if he was aware of all these filthy images and obscene desires making your panties wet, would just smile fondly in your direction, every now and then, humming low in approval. Like he does when he eats you out, basically every night. Your legs rest securely on his shoulders, and your beloved professor holds you nicely in place to fuck you right with his tongue, gliding all over the puffy hole before he plunges in, deep and sloppy, with your juices dribbling down his chin.
„I think I’ve made it.”
He locks himself in the toilet again, head resting in his hands as he slumps down to sit.
The distressing tension in his chest has lessened considerably once he vacated the hall. He knows your schedule very well and is certain that now you’ll be rushing to the gym, which gives him a couple of additional hours to come up with some tactics to address the matter with you in the safety of your shared apartment, maybe even bedroom?
„Ugh.”
Zhongli’s forehead creases as he disapproves of that solution. It is precisely the lack of proper communication that led to that outburst of anger. His palms start sweating profusely when he just as much as allows himself to replay the unfaithful incident in his head.
You could get expelled. If anyone realised that he, himself, none other than renowned professor Zhongli seduced you and night by night fucks you till you beg him to stop, it would get you in a whole lot of trouble. You would not receive your degree. All your hopes and dreams, everything would come crashing down. Zhongli’s stomach ties in knots at the mere possibility of other people finding out. He knew what he was getting himself into, of course, he did. It wasn’t some childish impulse, a mere whim to fuck some cute student that randomly popped into his head while he was reading another of these students’ essays piling on his desk. No. He thought it through and decided that he needs to have you for himself despite the odds of him losing his career.
He definitely isn’t ready to risk your future, though. Even more so, Zhongli isn’t all that certain you find it as serious as he does? Would you be willing to openly date him? Not now, obviously. Now it seems impossible, but is the... this thing going on between the two of you as important as it is for him?
His face turns ashen the more he contemplates the matter. On wooden legs, he re-enters the hall for another lecture, and quite unexpectedly, discovers that he is already late. The students are all in their seats, awaiting his arrival. Zhongli’s knees lock once he attempts to hurry up to the desk and begin the lecture. Not in his tip-top condition, for sure.
He greets them all with a slightly joking tone, but his voice somehow cracks. Zhongli takes a sip of water, another one.
„Well, then, my dear students. Today you’ll be expected to work individually with your coursebook. I’ll collect your work by the end of our meeting.”
Zhongli swiftly comes up with a way out of this predicament. Some false bravado, a soft smile and a kind offer ‘I’m here should you have any questions,’ and the professor is left alone with his thoughts all over again as his students work on their task.
Zhongli sags into his chair with a loud exhale. He turns towards the desk and lets his fatigued back lean against the backrest. Maybe he is just really getting too old for all of that? The professor ponders as his eyes close involuntarily. ‘Just a few deep breaths,’ Zhongli tries to calm his ragged nerves.
Maybe, just maybe he would actually manage to relax, but then, oh but then...
His whole body freezes as if paralysed by an electric current. It’s either that he is tripping or these hands working on the zip of his black slacks are entirely real. He lowers his gaze, all the time holding his breath, biting on the inside of his cheek, too afraid to make a sound that would alarm his students.
His pupils widen. Amber orbs twinkle in utter disbelief. The man blinks consecutively as if he was hoping to get rid of the image before his eyes.
It’s you. Right under his desk, presently too busy getting his dick out of its confinement to pay attention to that stupid facial expression he is making.
It’s out. His cock is out, and before Zhongli can come up with any inconspicuous action to stop you, he is already deep down your throat, with the tip of his cock hitting the back of it.
Mercy, have mercy, please.
This is the first coherent thought that his brain formulates amidst the buzz of all the scandalous figments of his imagination. If you plan on going as hard on him as you always do then he will not be able to stay quiet through it all. By no means. His thigh muscles flex once you dig your nails into the flesh, hollowing your cheeks to subsequently start sucking on his crown. His face flushes cutely in the rosiest shade you have ever seen on him. Zhongli’s hips jerk violently, as if he was overly sensitive, but within seconds his dick turns fully hard in your mouth, barely fitting in.
Oh, how unfortunate, indeed.
You look up, meeting his gaze with a triumphant arch of your brow. Zhongli seems equally angry as he is helpless, and you decide that it is not a bad indicator at all.
He shouldn’t be letting you do that. He should stop it before it can get even worse. Zhongli goes to war with himself, over-analysing everything and over-thinking like he usually does with the choice of flavour for your afternoon tea, no matter how many times you tell him it doesn’t matter which one he picks for you.
But you have no time for his internal dilemmas, nor any patience left.
You give him that sweet and innocent kiss on the swollen tip of his cock before you put it back between your lips, tongue ready to swirl all over the sensitive foreskin, your palm wrapped tightly around the base because you know it is exactly what makes him go mad with need. You suck and lick, pumping your palm in unison with your head and Zhongli, oh poor professor Zhongli, cannot surpass the little shivers that rock his body despite how much he tries to stay still, how hard his hands squeeze the armrests. His eyes begrudgingly follow your moves, as if he was afraid to look, too guilty to enjoy himself.
He can't fool you, though. His dick twitches like crazy whenever you flatten your tongue and glide all over its length. Streaks of precum mixed with saliva trickle down the corner of your mouth, wetting Zhongli’s slacks. He reaches out with his hand, eyes warily scanning the vast hall for any signs of having been caught red-handed, but there are none, so the professor sneakily wipes off your face.
Something moves over his features, something dark and incredibly erotic when he makes up his mind to sink his hand into your soft hair. He fists the strands forcefully, pushing your face onto his cock, down to his pubic hair. You want to moan. Let him know how much you love sucking him off, but all you can do is just bob your head faster, pump his cock harder. Your knees mash against the cold floor. Your small body struggles for balance when the professor forces your head up and down his length maniacally. There is barely any chance to breathe. Up and down, deeper and deeper, his whole dick kicks in your mouth like crazy.
You make that mistake of looking at him again. It’s beyond incredulous how much he is struggling to keep it all in, the veins on his neck, the redness of his skin contrasting with the white shirt.
He is cautious, all the time aware of the sinful act you have dragged him into. You see him watchfully scanning the room, but his face is barely human to you. That rosy mouth of yours did that to him. These cute little pouting lips he adores kissing until they are blue and swollen suck his dick off, hiding under his very desk, during his fucking lecture. Zhongli’s balls hurt so much he will lose his mind if he doesn't relieve himself this instant.
Your eyes meet again. He really fucking shouldn’t be looking at you right now but he must see this beautiful face before he allows himself to come. He wants to memorise it so it will be forever engraved in his mind, will come back to him in his dreams, when he is bored to death with marking his students’ tests.
These amber shades, darkened and filled with lust.
Crawl. You are crawling for them, right under Zhongli's desk. You are, and you would do it over and over again, just to see this strong man crumble, fall to bits and pieces just for you.
Zhongli yanks your head for one last time, holding his breath as warmth begins to spread all over his groin, down to his thighs and his red cock. It springs in your mouth vigoriously. Thick cum floods your throat, painting it all white before you swallow audibly, like a good girl/boy. He always calls you that once you are done, and then you stick your tongue out to show him that there is not a single drop of cum left.
Teary-eyed, with dried precum and saliva on your face, you do the same thing for your professor today. You reposition on your bum, no longer being able to stand the pain in your knees. Zhongli’s eyes are on you, expectant. Your tongue out, mouth wide-open. He pets your head lovingly, brushing the sticky hair out of your face.
„I’m proud, Little one.”
He whispers as quietly as he can, with these captivating eyes screaming nothing but pure adoration, and you find yourself squeezing your thighs together yet again as the tension in your belly has reached its peak.
„Zhongli, p-please.”
Your bruised lips move slowly as an innocent plea escapes them even though you know you have to be quiet, but your sex is throbbing with need, and it seems that you have bitten off more than you can chew. Zhongli opens his mouth to say something, but his jaw hangs loose when you shamelessly begin pushing the shorts down, together with the soaked underwear.
With bulging eyes, Zhongli miserably places a hand over his handsome face, rigid and transfixed. Are you going to torture him like that? Fingering yourself while he has to pretend to be unaffected by the whole thing?
He sends you that reprimanding glare that only turns you on even more whenever you do something inappropriate or something that drives the professor up a wall. That menacing frown, which screams ‘oh don’t you dare, Little one,’ but it does nothing to stop you.
Your little hands are fidgety, and you can barely keep control of your uneven breathing. You are too impatient, and your clothes do nothing to make it even a tiny bit easier for you. Irritated, you finally push the shorts a little bit past your thighs, and your naked butt rests on the cold floor, right between Zhongli’s feet.
Locking your eyes with the professor, you lick the finger thoroughly, and you notice how he fidgets nervously in the chair, knuckles turning white from how much he clutches onto the armrests. His blown-out pupils leap between the students in their seats and the one, especially naughty, about to masturbate at his feet. He doesn’t know where to look nor how to act.
Your separate your thighs, revealing that pinkish hole, swollen and itchy to be touched, to be fucked by your professor. Zhongli’s chest moves up and down erratically, his eyes taken captive by the view of your leaking sex. Your tongue plays with the finger just like it did with Zhongli’s dick and the distressed professor unavoidably feels himself getting a massive hard-on for the second time during his lecture.
„How fucking professional of me.”
He curses under his breath, and it makes you chuckle playfully. You click your tongue and shake your head disapprovingly as he always does when you happen to swear near him. Zhongli doesn’t seem to appreciate the joke, reaching under the desk to pull at your ponytail.
„Ouch!”
You jut your chin up, tilting the head back to escape his punishment. You stick your tongue out at him, making sure you are at a safe distance from the irked professor. The way his lips curve up into a malicious smirk tells you that you will most probably regret it later, once he finally finishes that cursed lecture.
It’s difficult. So, so difficult for him to stay still once you sneak your hand down, push your finger past the taut rim of your entrance. A soft gasp slips your plump lips that form a cute o-shape due to the sudden wave of pleasure that spreads all over your groin. Feels nice. So, nice. You needed it so much.
You begin to jam it in and out, stuffing yourself fuller with the second finger when the burn from being stretched out eases off enough to make you crave more.
Zhongli knows how wet and hot you must feel right now, how fucking amazing it would be to stick his cock right into that naughty little hole and fill you up so badly you would not be able to move afterwards without his help. But, he can’t. He feels delirious with want.
The professor observes how you stretch yourself open feverishly, how you rub all over your sex with the other hand while pumping those dainty fingers in like it is never enough. He knows it is his shaft that can only make you satisfied, his girthy cock that makes your eyes well up with pearly tears and thighs quiver from overbearing pleasure. He looks at the clock on the opposite wall. ‘Just a little bit more, hang in there, Little one,’ he begs with his eyes, longingly leering all over your convulsing sex.
You arch your back, writhing your hips to reach deeper with your fingers. Zhongli knows you are close. He recognizes the way your breathing changes and the little tremors of your body, needy push of your hips... He knows it all by heart and has to loosen his tie, sweating despite the chilly air in the spacious lecture hall.
He never strays from the vision of your big doe eyes staring at him as if he was controlling your digits. The orgasm hits you like the coldest ice or the most scorching of flames. You can’t decide. Your body bends in half pathetically as you gush out all over your thighs and floor. A picture of innocence or wickedness, Zhongli can’t decide either.
His dick thrashes in his slacks when you keep cumming with his name on your lush lips, and suddenly, the professor regrets putting himself back into his trousers. It’s unpleasantly wet, and there is a visible stain of cum on his elegant garment. Your head rolls back with the final plunge of your fingers, causing more juices to flow out of your sex, sticking to your palm.
Hyperventilating, dizzy and exhausted. You are wrecked, but it is nothing in comparison to how you are going to feel when he is done with you.
„That’s it for today.”
The professor thunders with his voice, shakily rising to his feet. He wants them all out. Now. He can’t wait even a fucking minute longer.
„I’ll collect your work next time. You can go. Thank you. Thank you very much.”
Zhongli hurries his students, eyeing them all one by one, making sure all of them are gone.
„Goodbye, see you next time.”
He leaps towards the door, locking it with his key. Double lock approach, even. Yes, it is preferable.
„My dearest?”
Zhongli calls you in a low and husky voice, letting you know it is ok to stop hiding. By the time you manage to scramble from under the desk, he is next to you, offering you his hand to help you out. He aids you to your feet, like a proper gentleman he is, and then, it all happens so fast. He spins you, shoving you onto his desk. Your chest flat on the surface, nipples brushing over the hardwood.
„Z-Zhongli?”
You squirm underneath his hold, his whole body pushing you down, making it impossible to move. His hot lips move to your earlobe, warm puffs of air tickle the shell when he interchanges between licking and whispering dirty words into your ear. Zhongli moves his hips closer, giving you a teasing rub with his imprisoned length.
„F-fuck!”
He quickly unzips the slacks and frees himself. His long fingers give his cock a testing squeeze, and he would be all ready to spill, but he knows he has to punish you accordingly.
„Naughty, my little naughty boy/girl.”
A ragged breath leaves Zhongli in a rush as his heavy and loaded with cum cock protrudes against your bum. He is so wet, so warm but wet at the same time it makes you shiver in excitement.
„Yes, yes. I have been so naughty, so naughty.”
You repeat his words like a prayer, sticking your butt higher to get him closer to your entrance. Zhongli curses and pins you down with his arm, his cock having a will of his own, spasming when you cry out his name pleadingly.
„Shhhush, you need to be quiet, Little one.”
He places a hand over your mouth, deciding that it will be safer to stifle your moans himself. He doesn’t trust you can keep quiet with how much you are begging for his cock to fuck you right now. Is this even going to count as a punishment? Zhongli doubts it, but he will certainly make sure to fuck you till you leak all over yourself and till his cum can’t fit into you anymore. You wriggle underneath, hot and bothered. Zhongli sucks in a breath.
„That’s it, baby, show me how much you want it, this big and hard cock filling you up so bad you will start crying.”
His words cause everything inside your belly to clench unpleasantly. You whine, so lewdly, so shamelessly it makes Zhongli’s blood boil and then you bite his palm, showing him how much you are done with his teasing. Zhongli groans in response, fisting his cock and guiding it to your puckered hole. He will get you what you want, sure thing.
From root to head, everything about his cock is just big and hard. Your knees give out, and you are glad for his tight hold when Zhongli thrusts himself in, urgently, however slowly enough not to hurt his precious little crumb.
Sensations are sizzling through your whole sex, your groin, everywhere. Zhongli bottoms out with an almost animalistic growl, overly aware of your tightness, clamping on his dick like a vice. Your bum shuffling closer again, needily asking for him to move.
„Do you like it when I bend you over my desk like that? Naughty little schoolgirl/boy? Sucking my dick off during the lecture, huh?”
The words are out before professor Zhongli can think against it. Your sex twitches excitedly at these dirty accusations, and his head slumps over your shoulder as he listens to your muffled by his very own hand „yes, yes, yes, please!” screams.
Starved like a hungry beast, he begins to pound into you with long and painful thrusts to get himself off, to get rid of that tension clouding his judgement. He goes for your sweet spot with scary-like precision, ramming into it so hard the whole desk quakes due to the impact.
There are people in the corridor. The conversations seem faint and distant as your body buzzes with pleasure. Zhongli’s loving whispers are the only thing you want to focus on right now. You are taking him so well. Zhongli hardly notices that you are spread all over the documents he was supposed to hand in to headmistress Hu-Tao a few days prior.
Warm and plush walls envelop him so perfectly as he slams into you repeatedly, down to his aching balls, only to withdraw up to the sensitive crown. Pumping in and out so fast, he drives you mad with the desperate pressure in your lower belly. You bite him again, and he releases your mouth.
„Have I been bad? Ah-hahhh, t-tell me I’ve been bad, tell me again, professor Zhongli, p-please a-ah.”
You go on like that, and he shudders, brutally torn by the intense emotions that rip through him when you plead so openly.
„Oh, bad, so so bad, Little one. I’m going to have you over my knee and spank that cute bum of yours tonight.”
„Yes, please!”
He thinks he can’t take it anymore, and he doesn’t even have a chance to voice any warning before he starts ejaculating into you. Spurts of hot cum feel extra warm in your belly, and it is the final push to your second orgasm today.
He croaks out ‘I love you-s’ in between these punishing jerks of his hips that re-arrange your insides. It feels so good. The over-flowing cum escapes your entrance dripping down your thighs, right on Zhongli’s documents. The sensations come upon you so quickly. You are left speechless, whimpering and sobbing with each of his thrusts.
It takes a long time before you two can say anything again. Zhongli gathers you close to his chest, letting you rest your whole weight on him. He waits, patiently waits for a sign to speak to you, as he should have in the first place.
You sense his body turning rigid again. Alarmed, you lift your head and cup his burning cheeks.
„Zhongli?”
He wanted to avert your gaze, but you don’t let him this time. Your loving eyes meet his unsure ones. Zhongli gulps and decides to speak up.
„I’m sorry for being so unreasonable before, you know..., I shouldn’t have acted so...childishly. I-I, I’m so sorry.”
Zhongli lets it all out, clearly feeling guilty. It makes you smile at how cutely he is behaving now, such a contrast to how he manhandled you moments before.
„Don’t worry about that, professor Zhongli.”
You purr, getting close to his red ear.
„Quite honestly, I have to tell you it was pretty hot.”
„H-hot?”
Zhongli parrots, suddenly feeling brain-dead. He quirks an eyebrow, staring into your eyes to demand some clarification.
„Yeah, so fucking hot I had to sneak under your desk to jerk you off, professor Zhongli.”
You giggle, reaching for his slightly crooked glasses to adjust them on his nose.
„So, you are not angry with me?”
Zhongli questions again to make sure everything is fine.
„Not at all. I love you, love you a lot.”
You kiss him on the lips, and he melts into your arms, relieved and happy.
Modern AU headcanons - Zhongli as your History Professor
Warning: NSFW
Pairing: Zhongli x gn reader
Professor Zhongli is everyone’s most beloved history teacher. His lectures are interesting, full of trivia and funny stories. The man is a walking encyclopaedia of knowledge. He is also very good at maintaining friendly relationships with students - always helpful and willing to stay overtime to answer anyone’s questions.
„The tale about the bard of Mondstadt? Of course, just let me grab my cup of tea, and I shall satisfy your curiosity. Be warned, though, the man was of a disgraceful nature.”
Apart from his gift of the gab, Zhongli is simply too charming to be real. His godly features and finely sculptured body have earned him a loyal swarm of fans among the students as well as other teachers. The man appears to be oblivious to the whole ordeal, viewing it all as acts of friendliness. Although, the occasional smirk on his face might indicate the opposite.
When he strolls along the university corridor with a book in his hand, fully immersed in his musings, he is followed by longing eyes and sighs of admiration. From time to time, he happens to stop by and courtly greet his students, which leaves them weak in their knees.
Dress code? Immaculate. White shirts, black slacks, expensive leather shoes and jackets accentuating his surreal body proportions. Never too long though, it would be a shame to cover such a perfect waist to bottom ratio. He’s bound to carry a pair of reading glasses so that he can engage in his favourite activity whenever he finds a spare moment. Mostly, you could see him hunching over the documents and his students’ recent essays.
When it comes to break-time, the university most famous professor would be often seen in the library, gold eyes taking in the sight of green areas behind the window. Sometimes, even the most patient of people are at their limit, in which case, Zhongli tends to hide in his office with a freshly brewed tea cupped in his hands.
„Mr/Mrs Y/N, Can I ask you to stay after class for a brief moment?”
Once you’re left alone with him behind the closed door of the classroom, Zhongli’s brows furrow, and he crosses his arms on his chest.
„I’m afraid I can’t accept the quality of your paper, Mr/Mrs Y/N. There is still room for improvement. Would you by any chance need my help to work on it? I deem it necessary, otherwise, I’d be forced to lower your final grade. I’d feel awful in such dire circumstances.”
And so, it becomes a part of your routine to regularly visit Mr Zhongli in his office to devote yourselves to the tedious task of correcting your essay.
He is extremely attentive and supportive throughout the whole process. Makes sure to bring some sweet treats to boost your energy levels. He brews tea for both of you, and always asks if it was to your liking.
„Maybe the Jasmine Yin Cloud will be tastier? What do you think, Mr/Mrs Y/N?”
He circles around his office, calmly answering any of your questions in the soothing manner of his baritone voice.
He encourages you to sit at his desk. It happens that he will stand behind you and lean over your shoulder with his glasses resting on the tip of his nose. His hand is placed on the back of the chair, almost touching your skin. The heat radiating from his body floods your whole being, and your cheeks are as red as a cherry. You inhale in his musky scent, and there is nothing else you can focus on.
„Mr/Mrs Y/N, you’re flushed. Should I open the window? Forgive me my negligence. It won’t happen again.”
Zhongli opens the window and proceeds to sit next to you. At this point, you’re so nervous that your hands are shaking like jelly on a spoon. Your knees touch accidentally when he repositions himself on the chair. It makes you so flustered that your brain screams abort abort so you make this very clumsy attempt to stand up, but somehow in the process, the teacup gets knocked over, ending up on the professor’s pristine-white shirt. Luckily, the beverage has long cooled off due to the amount of time you’ve spent in his office. Both of you stand up, and the awkwardness of the situation makes you want to dig your own grave this instant.
„Oh fuu-, I mean, I’m so sorry professor Zhongli! I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?”
Your hands stiffly wander to the pocket of your jeans in search of tissues. You let out a sigh of relief when your fingers brush over some material. Immediately, you start furiously rubbing on Zhongli’s chest to get rid of the abominable stain that taints the luxurious piece of clothing. You’re barely inches away from the professor, hands flat on his torso.
„Hurt me? I assure you, Mr/Mrs Y/N, it would take more than a cup of tea to achieve that. I don’t think I’m in any physical pain now. It’s quite the opposite.”
„Excuse me?” Your brain short-circuits and hands go still. Somehow, your fingers end up gripping the shirt even tighter.
Zhongli lets out a small chuckle, delicately placing his hands on yours.
„It’s just a small spot, Mr/Mrs Y/N. How about we take a break and head outside for some fresh air? I find it very inspiring, wouldn’t you agree?”
Weeks pass and you can no longer ignore your absolutely disgustingly fat crush on professor Zhongli. It makes you cringe, and you hate your guts for staring at him as if he was some kind of a deity preaching to a mob. It takes a lot to remind yourself that it’s just his lecture, and you’re one of his students.
Student - you keep accentuating the word, repeating it over and over so that it can fully sink in and your brain will stop producing these horrendous scenarios when the professor casually explains the origins of Osmanthus wine to his audience. Or, better yet, when his long hair tickles the palm of your hand as he hovers over you in his office.
He’s always very gentlemanly towards you. Kindly asks about your day and listens to the answer with his eyes boring into your soul. Very often, it happens so that he catches you staring at him, and then he smiles, the kind of a smile that goes right into your crotch and makes your palms sweaty. You’re silently praying that none of the other students picks up on your juvenile reactions.
It’s eating you up alive. You can’t force yourself to stop fantasizing about your professor, and one evening you decide to go to the local bar to drown your sorrows in a cheap bottle of wine. This whole affair has cost you many sleepless nights, and your body and mind are exhausted. As a result, you end up falling asleep with your head resting on the table in the bar.
It happens so that Zhongli and his friend Childe also come to visit this place for a few drinks. It’s almost closing time when the bartender forcefully tugs at your shoulder to wake you up.
„I beg your pardon, but this person is a close acquaintance of mine. I’ll be handling the matters from now on. The gentleman over there will settle the bill.”
And so, the next day you would wake up in an unfamiliar place. Silky sheets are cosily wrapped around your body as you lay down in a king-size bed surrounded by this lovely earthy scent.
„Good morning, Mr/ Mrs Y/N. Hope my humble bedroom was comfortable enough and that you had a good night’s rest.”
The overwhelming sensation of fear causes your body to jump on the bed, and all your muscles tighten when the person standing before you is none other than professor Zhongli. Your heart starts thumping in your chest, and your stomach is in knots when you barely muster up enough courage to ask him about what exactly happened last night. As you anxiously observe, you’re even wearing something that resembles one of professor Zhongli’s shirts.
„Did we–? I mean, did you and me…? Professor Zhongli, I need to know if–?”
The words don’t seem to come out of your tight throat, and it gets even more difficult to breathe when Zhongli sits down on the bed, right beside you. Eyes scrutinizing your face and you push back, nervously pressing your body to the headboard, as you try to flee from his piercing gaze. He chuckles lightly, hand covering the smirk creeping over his majestic face.
„I stumbled upon you at the local bar. It seemed to me that you were too exhausted to manage on your own so, I found it necessary to help.”
He shows no intention of getting closer, and yet you feel trapped. You start hyperventilating when you realise that Zhongli must have dragged you out of the bar and carry you home, only to put some of his shirts on you and tuck you to bed. Your eyes widen when he tenderly squeezes your hand in his.
„Mr/Mrs Y/N, no need to fret. If indeed anything else happened here yesterday, I’m sure you wouldn’t have forgotten that easily.”
Then, Zhongli casually announces that he will go to the kitchen to fix breakfast for both of you. Fully panicked and ashamed, you take it as a chance to sneakily tip-toe out of his apartment. In the following days, professor Zhongli can’t hide his disappointment when you stop attending his classes as well as bail out of the office meetings with him. You’re so thoroughly embarrassed that you can’t bring yourself to face him after what happened.
On a Friday evening, you make up your mind to go to the university’s library to continue working on your paper. The long corridors with shelves full of books are devoid of any guests, which warms the cockles of your heart. The silence soothes your ragged nerves as you wander around the library, looking for one of the books that professor Zhongli recommended for you to read and use in your essay. You’re about to reach for the book, but suddenly somebody touches your shoulder. It’s almost a feather-like touch, but it sends shivers down your spine. Alarmed, you turn around, and your mouth falls open. It’s professor Zhongli again, yet this time there is no sign of a warm smile on his handsome face.
„Good evening, Mr/Mrs Y/N. I suppose you don’t realise how late it is. I must remind you that it’s strictly forbidden to saunter around the library after its closing time.”
He makes a step forward, and you press back against the wall, breathless. You can’t decide if it’s scary or thrilling when Zhongli’s eyes narrow.
„And it so happens that I volunteered to look after the library today. What a coincidence, isn’t it, Mr/Mrs Y/N?”
„I’m so sorry, professor Zhongli, I didn’t kn-,”
Unfortunately, he doesn’t let you finish your sentence as he places his hand on the side of your head. You gulp audibly, eyes darting around in a weak attempt to avoid Zhongli’s cold stare.
„Mr/Mrs Y/N, I don’t reckon you to be as clueless and naive as you make yourself out to be. Do you think me a fool?”
With the other hand he snatches up your chin, and you can no longer escape his eyes. Your lip starts twitching nervously as he takes another step forward, ultimately sealing the tiny space between you. His body feels hard against you, ribbed and toned in all the right places.
„If there is anything I can’t stand, it shall be disobedience. I thought we had a very straightforward agreement, Mr/Mrs Y/N.”
Your knees feel weak, and the ticklish whisper right against your cheek sends shivers through all of your nerves. The type of shivers that make you tremble in front of your professor. His thumb slowly slides along your jaw and his fingers dip into the skin of your neck. If he pressed any harder, he would surely cut out the flow of air going to your lungs.
„Professor Zhongli, I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about. I would nev-,”
The next thing that you manage to register are professor Zhongli’s lips brushing over yours, like a wave of warmth spreading throughout your whole being. The lovely scent invades your nostrils, and your body reacts to him instinctively. With shaky fingers, you let yourself feel Zhongli’s perfectly defined torso, and he only deepens the kiss, humming lowly in approval of your reaction. It’s open-mouth kissing, his tongue fully delving into your mouth with his forehead pressed to yours. The shelf behind you hurts the back of your head when Zhongli forcefully works his tongue against your reddened lips. It must be the last working brain cell in your otherwise bewitched mind that reminds you how risky it is to make out with your professor in the university library. A sound of protest escapes your lips, but even to you, it doesn’t seem convincing enough. Nevertheless, Zhongli withdraws, forehead still resting against yours, but he intimately puts his hand on the back of your head. Zhongli’s long fingers begin reassuringly stroking your hair, and somehow the sensations of fear and nervousness slowly fade away.
„I don’t think it’s wise to do it here, professor Zhongli.”
You’re panting, his soft caresses melt you on the spot. Zhongli’s eyes turn even more feral, and he exhales with a whiff of air. He grips you by your hair and immobilizes your head, golden orbs zeroing in on your face.
„You think I’m not aware of the consequences, Mr/Mrs Y/N? You think I haven–,” he trails off for a few agonising seconds looking for the right way to express his emotions, „I know all of that and yet I can’t bring myself to stop.”
The distance between your eyes narrows yet again, Zhongli presses himself a little harder against you. There is a desperate look in his eyes when he asks for your permission.
„Would you like me to stop, Mr/Mrs Y/N?”
With an urgency that you’ve never thought you could experience, you trap Zhongli’s lips between yours. The kiss, so passionate, knocks the air out of Zhongli’s lungs, and he growls when your hips rub against his lower region. Encouraged, you keep circling your pelvis against his shaft, loving the way he bucks his hips each time you press onto him. You can’t control the flutter inside your groin, setting your body on fire and driving you to continue. Abruptly, the professor’s hands clutch onto your writhing hips. He breaks the kiss and looks like a vicious animal about to devour its prey. You stand there, heart thumping in your chest akin to a herd of galloping horses.
„I’ll need to teach you a lesson, Mr/Mrs Y/N. You won’t be getting away from me ever again. Is that clear?” He presses his open hand to your clothed arousal, and your head lolls back, hitting the shelf with a hollow sound.
„Yes!” It’s all that your hazy mind can produce with his hand so teasingly sliding up and down your sex. Hearing you moan out like that, Zhongli thinks he might shoot his load right into his elegant slacks.
Having no time to waste, the professor sinks to his knees, hands impatiently getting your clothes out of the way. You think your brain is fooling you. It must be. It’s like a scene taken from one of your shameless wet dreams. However, the cold fingers going up the inner side of your thighs feel much too real. Goosebumps explode all over your skin when his hot breath tickles your exposed core. Zhongli firmly grips your thigh and places it over his shoulder, knee bent and leg resting on his muscular back.
„Keep steady for me, Little one. I don’t like to be interrupted.”
The pet name he decides to use to address you sends impulses down to your sex. Your walls contract around nothing. It’s frustrating, and you moan out his name with your nails digging into his shoulders to maintain some stability. Keeping his watchful eyes on you, Zhongli coats his index finger with saliva and gently dips it into your entrance. He’s very gentle with you. He stretches you out, lightly probing his finger against the sensitive muscles. It slides in deeper and deeper with each careful push of his digit. His breath fanning over your arousal, teasing you to no end. There is no discomfort, just mind-numbing pleasure. You’re adjusting to his rhythm, hips jerking forward in perfect harmony with the steady plunge of his finger into you. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, hypnotic beyond reason. A choked sob after a choked sob continuously falls from your lips when Zhongli fully covers your sex with his mouth. He sucks on the bundle of nerves never stopping to sink his finger into your core. Your slick keeps gathering in the corner of his mouth, and when he pulls out his chin is glistening with your arousal.
„How indecent. Do you want me so badly that you’re already dripping down your thighs?“ He mocks, his tongue thoroughly licking off the sticky mess from the surface of his swollen lips.
„Says the one who goes down on his student.” You bite back, shoving his head back to your pulsating hole. Zhongli moans against your core, the sweet vibrations ripple through your heat. It’s insane, and you feel half-mad for allowing this to happen.
Pure pleasure washes over you in uncontrollable waves, one stronger than the other. The way he glides his tongue all over you with his golden orbs gazing up to observe your flushed face must be the most obscene view you’ve ever seen in your life. Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. Muscles turn rigid as the world around goes to a standstill. Needy cries and Zhongli’s name coming out of your parched throat are the only sounds echoing in the empty library. You come all over his mouth, and Zhongli earnestly swallows everything your wrecked by pleasure body gives him with a satisfied groan.
He takes you home after that. He prepares you a warm bath and feeds you a delicious meal. Once you’re tucked in bed, with his body hugging you from behind, he props on his elbow and lovingly whispers into your ear.
„I expect to see you tomorrow in my office after class, Mr/Mrs Y/N.”
„You’ve made me spill into your mouth. How about we drop the pleasantries, professor Zhongli?”
He chuckles and nudges his nose against your cheek, making your heart skip a beat.
„I really have to do something about that obscene language of yours, Little one.”
You are standing in front of the door to Zhongli’s office at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour. Upon knocking, you open the door and peek inside only to see the Archon seated at his desk and hunching over some documents. His form relaxes the moment his eyes cast upon your persona.
„Can I come in?” you ask politely knowing very well that Zhongli would never be capable of saying no to you.
He puts aside the pen that was previously tightly squeezed in the palm of his hands. Eyes glistening and his facial expression a tell-tale sign of excitement which he promptly attempts to hide going back to the customary for him calm facade.
Immovable as a rock and yet his world was shaken the moment you waltzed into it.
Zhongli doesn’t mind though and he revels in the way you made everything the Archon thought he knew to go to rack and ruin.
So, he finds himself inviting you and wreaking more havoc in his hitherto impassive and emotionless millenniums of existence.
„Oh, by all means, please do,” he responds courtly. He straightens up in his armchair gesturing to his lap.
You smile knowingly.
Zhongli but adores having you in his lap. The way your soft body fits in there is glorious and the lord of Geo could narrate hundreds of stories about the marvel of you being sat on his thigh tightly pressed into his sturdy physique.
It is his way of unwinding after a long day or taking a break from work. He would find solace and relaxation with you next to him. It becomes habitual and it just occurs naturally. When he sips his tea, scans through documents, reads a book or wants to tell you some of the stories from his past. You sit on his lap and everything falls into place.
He loves the control this setting gives him and the fact that he can easily do whatever he deems fit when your body is conveniently at his disposal.
And you wouldn’t say no. Whatever his intentions are.
So you come over to the handsome god and with a loud scoff unceremoniously land on his lap while wrapping your arms around his neck.
„What’s the matter my dearest?” he furrows his brows but the little crooked smile doesn’t escape your notice. Zhongli can’t help himself, he thinks that you’re just too adorable and pure for this world.
„Oh, Zhongli!” you cry out, „That little bastard Venti stood m-,”
He clears his throat and gives you a reprimanding glare, „Language my little girl.”
You roll your eyes at his antics and wiggle your butt successfully shifting your position so that your whole weight is now on Zhongli’s right thigh and your legs are hanging in the air on the other side of the armchair. He wraps a protective arm around your middle while his free hand starts caressing your uncovered leg, so nicely exposed by the skirt of your choice.
So once you feel all snug and comfortable you continue dramatically, „Zhongli, but he really stood me up! I needed his help with one commission and I found him as drunk as a skunk. He was so sloshed he fell asleep in the tavern and Kaeya had to escort him home!”
„Is that so?” he cocks an eyebrow but he isn’t surprised at all.
„Yes! I wasted so much time because of this motherf-,”
Zhongli shoots you another look of disapproval and you just smile apologetically.
„He’s never been good at holding his liquor, my Dear,” he states the obvious more preoccupied with the way the plump flesh of your thighs reddens when he squeezes it with his leather-clad hand. He allows himself to roam a bit higher and the skirt does little to prevent his movement.
„Dear,” he says as his lips approach your earlobe, „Have you by any chance forgotten to put on underwear yet again?”
You really love Zhongli’s voice. His low rumbles, deep and husky sounds from the back of his throat always give you goosebumps.
And so this time, you shudder in his embrace like a leaf in the wind.
„No, of course I didn’t,” you respond in your defence.
„Mind if I see?” he asks and pushes your skirt out of the way revealing your naked bum.
He clicks his tongue, feeling you up with his long fingers. The gloves he is wearing create nice friction as he strokes your skin.
„I might have forgotten after all,” you admit even if reluctantly.
Zhongli is a patient man. Throughout the centuries he has learned to remain cool and composed despite the most arduous and trying of times. He would have never guessed that this quality of his would so often come in handy when graced with your presence.
„Pray-tell my Dearest, so you did come here, parading around the streets of my city with no decency in your soul left, only to sit in my lap with your bare bottom?”
This question sounded more like an accusation and was rather rhetorical.
You shrug your shoulders for lack of any better excuse.
The archon takes a deep breath and digs his fingers into the meat of your ass.
„You enjoyed yourself last time, no?” you make a point to remind the lord of Geo of your last visit to his office.
„So vulgar,” he criticizes gazing down and marvelling how your smooth skin contrasts with the material of his black slacks. You would often stain them with your juices when the Archon opts for something more than just telling you stories with you in his lap.
„I trust you know what to do, Love,” he adds once again locking his eyes with yours and then kisses your forehead fondly.
You chuckle having no intentions to make the god wait any longer.
You let your hands slide down to his crotch and unbuckle the belt helping Zhongli get his erection out of the tight black slacks. At times like this, you would internally curse the Archon for his strict dress code but it can’t be helped. Zhongli is as stubborn as a mule when it comes to certain customs.
His cock springs free and you bite your lip openly admiring the ex-Archon. It never ceases to thrill you. His shaft is thick and painfully long with popping veins and a swollen tip. He is just so enormously big it intimidates you. You briefly wonder if it has anything to do with him being a half-dragon and you shudder at the thought mentally taking a note to ask him about that next time he places you in his lap.
Zhongli’s heartbeat quickens when you teasingly stroke his impressive girth, your lips finding his and you crash them together hungrily.
He hums in delight when you slide your thumb over the tip of his penis. You break the kiss and flash a cute grin at your immortal lover.
„I want to please you with my thighs,” you inform him matter-of-factly at which he nods somehow too quickly to match his typical indifferent attitude.
„You spoil me, my little one,” he praises in an erotic timbre and his eyes widen when you lift yourself from his lap and turn around.
„Hold my waist, will you?” you ask for some assistance placing your hands on both sides of the chair.
„Certainly, so,” he obliges.
So with some help on his side, you elevate your bum and reach for his hardened cock to delicately insert it between your warm-to-the-touch thighs. Experimentally, you lift yourself up and then push down letting his erection slide between your legs in a smooth motion. You make sure to smudge the leaking pre-cum all over his shaft so that the Archon doesn’t feel any discomfort.
„How does that feel Zhongli?” you ask glancing behind your back only to see his already fucked-out stare which makes your chest swell in adoration.
His lips are parted and eyes half-closed as he holds onto your waist the way you asked him to.
„Absolutely marvellous, my Dear. Please, do continue, hmm?” he encourages albeit struggles to reply.
You carry on stroking him like that, sometimes pressing your thighs a little tighter and he groans as quiet as he possibly can. Zhongli would despise being caught by Hu-Tao when you rub his cock so expertly.
The pace you decide to torture Zhongli with is sickeningly slow and he’s had enough of playing around for today.
You let out a muffled cried when the Archon grabs you even tighter and forces you down on his dick. He repeats the motion in an animalistic tempo taking pride in the way your ass bounces up and down in front of his eyes.
„Zhongli!” you plead as you feel your legs going numb.
„Bear with me a little longer, Love” he coos.
Your whole body hurts and your arms feel as if they were going to give out any moment.
Fortunately, Zhongli isn’t going to last much longer as the pleasure mixed with pain make him approach the brink he so much desires. With one final thrust and a guttural moan he releases and you can feel his hot load on the inner side of your thighs. Some drops of cum land on your lower belly and face. It’s so messy and you feel how your walls contract around nothing in feverish excitement.
He helps you go back to your previous position with his arms now tightly wrapped around your exhausted body. He enjoys the slight twitching of your weary muscles. He reaches for your chin and forces you to face him.
„Home?” you ask in a desperate plea for him to return the favour. Your body aching for his touch.
„Home,” Zhongli agrees, as indeed, the Archon is unable to turn down any of your wishes.
