I’m an 18yr old college student who’s extremely down bad for Xiao from Genshin Impact and kins Venti so hard it isn’t even funny!
This account is my NSFW account where I mainly repost but also sometimes write some spicy stuff LMAO
Also, having said that, with my account being an nsfw account, I want to really urge this; please,
Blogs without their age in their bio and underage blogs please do not interact.
I can’t stop you from reading my posts/reblogs (shit I know it didn’t stop me from reading them last year when I was 17,) but still for my own comfort and safety, do not interact with me please. That means do not like my posts, reblog my posts, or follow my account, or interact in any other way.
Now that that’s addressed, let’s move onto what I will write!
I usually will write;
Xiaoven smut headcannons/thirsts
NSFW x reader headcannons (usually with AFAB!he/him reader bc I’ve found literal crumbs of he/him AFAB! In Genshin smut and my heart does a little cracky wacky thingy every time I see that)
And the characters I usually write for are;
Xiao
Gorou
Thoma
Kazuha
Kaeya
Zhongli
And I wanna branch out to writing more Genshin girls (Hu Tao, Ganyu, Lisa, Jean, Yae, Shinobu) bc bisexuality goes BRRRR
I also am perfectly fine with thirst submissions! However please note there are some things I don’t write and I don’t wanna see, which includes;
Non-con/r@pe
Scat
Watersports
Bl00d/kn!fe kink/gore
Incest/step-cest
ANYTHING having to do with minors or characters who are minors.
vore. please don’t send me vore.
anal
ageplay
and I may add more no-no’s as we go
Okie that’s all thank you for visiting my account love u I’m so sorry this is formatted so ugly 💖
✭ Kazuha x f!reader
✭Minors DNI
✭ Not proof read :'3
Of course Kazuha is hiding that adorable little smile of his behind a lightly clenched fist, his cheeks such a sweet shade of pink, watching you with those adoring eyes as you bounce up and down on his cock. You're not surprised that the cool-headed samurai is so bashful as your tight cunt takes every inch of his thick, girthy, length - but boy, do you want to draw out those cute little sounds from his pretty little lips.
"Ahh!, c-come on Zuha', - nn~, wanna hear that you like this~" you so innocently whimper in the softest voice, making those puppy dog eyes he loves as you watch his own become half lidded, his lips part slightly and he moves his hands to hold your waist.
"h-haah~" he mewls, cracking at the seams - using those strong hands and arms of his to lift you up and down his cock even fast
"y/n...gods, my love..y-you're so tight..."
Your sweet, soft spoken Kazuhas poetic mind is becoming absolute mush, melting away and replaced only by the thoughts and feelings of just how good your dripping wet, tight, soft pussy feels wrapped around him, feeling your walls desperately trying to milk out every single delicious drop cum he can offer you. He can't help himself, he bucks his hips up frantically, fucking up into you like it's the only thing on Teyvat that matters.
"Ah~ Going to fill you, my love" he whimpers, throwing his head back as his grip on your hips tightens, "G-going to give you everything I have~!" you know he isn't lying to you either, you're all too familiar with the way he loves to watch his thick cum drip out of your precious pussy after he's left whimpering so soft and sweet, having just flooded you with what feels like endless spurts of his seed <3
╴╴╴╴╴⊹ꮺ˚ ╴╴╴╴╴⊹˚ ╴╴╴╴˚ೃ ╴╴╴╴╴╴╴⊹ꮺ˚ ╴╴╴╴╴⊹˚ ╴╴╴╴˚ೃ ╴╴
✭ Kazuha x f!reader
✭Minors DNI
✭ Not proof read :'3
Of course Kazuha is hiding that adorable little smile of his behind a lightly clenched fist, his cheeks such a sweet shade of pink, watching you with those adoring eyes as you bounce up and down on his cock. You're not surprised that the cool-headed samurai is so bashful as your tight cunt takes every inch of his thick, girthy, length - but boy, do you want to draw out those cute little sounds from his pretty little lips.
"Ahh!, c-come on Zuha', - nn~, wanna hear that you like this~" you so innocently whimper in the softest voice, making those puppy dog eyes he loves as you watch his own become half lidded, his lips part slightly and he moves his hands to hold your waist.
"h-haah~" he mewls, cracking at the seams - using those strong hands and arms of his to lift you up and down his cock even fast
"y/n...gods, my love..y-you're so tight..."
Your sweet, soft spoken Kazuhas poetic mind is becoming absolute mush, melting away and replaced only by the thoughts and feelings of just how good your dripping wet, tight, soft pussy feels wrapped around him, feeling your walls desperately trying to milk out every single delicious drop cum he can offer you. He can't help himself, he bucks his hips up frantically, fucking up into you like it's the only thing on Teyvat that matters.
"Ah~ Going to fill you, my love" he whimpers, throwing his head back as his grip on your hips tightens, "G-going to give you everything I have~!" you know he isn't lying to you either, you're all too familiar with the way he loves to watch his thick cum drip out of your precious pussy after he's left whimpering so soft and sweet, having just flooded you with what feels like endless spurts of his seed <3
╴╴╴╴╴⊹ꮺ˚ ╴╴╴╴╴⊹˚ ╴╴╴╴˚ೃ ╴╴╴╴╴╴╴⊹ꮺ˚ ╴╴╴╴╴⊹˚ ╴╴╴╴˚ೃ ╴╴
Known for his rather complex, prickly personality, it was easier to think wanderer would never get down on his knees for anyone.
But when he does, it’s almost completely out of character—
His head would be buried so deeply between your thighs, almost like he was latched onto you like glue.
It was sloppy and pathetic, the way his lips would be latched around your clit like it owed him something, his hands gripping your thighs open when you threaten to squirm even just a little too much. He knows it’s a pathetic look on him, but it can’t be helped, he just can’t get enough!
Your sweet moans, followed by his own muffled whimpers and grunts, eating you out like he had something to prove, his tongue probing your dewy entrance, collecting the sweet nectar there. In truth, he just loved to please you like this. He adored the thought of ruining his partner just with his hands and mouth more than he’d ever like to admit out loud.
So when you tug on his brooding indigo strands, urging him on, he can’t help but spill in his pants, redoubling his efforts and eating you out even harder in attempt to conceal the fact he literally just came just by having his hair pulled a lil’… ♡
When wanderer eats you out, it’s absolutely filthy, messy, and all the more enjoyable. He secretly thinks, he could eat you out all day if he could. If it wouldn’t take a massive hit to his ego…
— ✦ —
DILUC
Diluc, however, isn’t ashamed to show you how much he loves eating you out.
After a long day of dealing with agitating drunkards at Dawn winery, all he needs is to come home and unwind—
In which, means eating you out for hours until you’re a sobbing, whiny mess beneath him, thighs trembling around his head as he just teases your clit over and over again with his tongue, looking up at you with those deep crimson eyes.
He definitely enjoys toying with your clit more to get a reaction out of you, while his fingers would be probing your entrance; not exactly sheathed inside, yet pressing down to let you know that he’s there.
He’s more controlled when he eats you out, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t make you sob everytime nonetheless.
So when you finally cum, he laps it up like the freshest grape juice you have to offer, his tongue lapping at your entrance continuously just to wring out every last drop.
He just loves the taste of you too much, it can’t be helped.. ♡
— ✦ —
XIAO
The topic of.. ‘pussy eating’ is very much new to Xiao, so when you introduced him to it, he’s very adamant on trying it with you.
He takes his time with you, or rather, you take your time with him, showing him the ropes, how to prep you, and whatnot.
But the moment his tongue touches your folds, it’s over for him.
He’s immediately pussydrunk five seconds in, poor Adeptus… tongue lapping everywhere all at once, completely out of character for a guy so refined like him. He just can’t get enough of you—
Your scent, your taste, the sounds you make when he flicks against all the right spots; Its driving him insane.
He barely lets up, almost like he’s trying to suffocate between your thighs. Even when he speaks, his tongue is still hovering over your clit, ready to latch back on the second he’s done speaking, the greedy little Adeptus.. ♡
“Mmm., does that.. feel good for you..?”
You barely manage a nod, your thighs trembling on his shoulders where he has you hoisted up so he can eat you out as deep as possible.
It just feels way too good; his hands are trailing everywhere all at once— your thighs, hips, waist, even your breasts. He’s utterly addicted to you in this very moment.
It’s not long before you reach your climax, back arching off the bed as you tug at his hair, moaning in pleasure.
But the moment he feels you squirt all over him for the first time, you best believe you’re no where near done yet… ♡
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AHHH SECOND POST !! I like this way more than my first one, although I wish I did wanderer justice. Nevertheless, I hope you all enjoy <3
(rentry divider is not mine; full creds go to the uploader on Pinterest))
"原神 ✶ SYNOPSIS," ◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙ the nod krai men find out their girlfriend is a virgin, obviously not for long. ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა artist credits: here reblog / like 2 support ⃘໋ׅ♡ 𝑤.𝑐: 3.7k ⁀ ˳ ⟡ masterlist <3
ꗃ .. FEATURING ꒰ flins, varka, dottore, lohen ꒱
♡⏝ ⸝⸝ 𝓦ARNINGS ˖ ❝ nsfw fem!reader smut squirting p i v sex spitting gentle sex you do the hair pulling fae's have biiiig dicks cunnilingus they go raw oral sex (f receive) fingering nip play tummy bulges overstimulation teasing drooling gentle giant varka getting pinned down varka is gigantic medicinal play / consensual drugging dottore treats sex like some experiment pussy slapping lohen is mean orgasm denial ❞
── #⃝ MINA'S NOTES ( 💬 ) plz send thirsts fill up my inbox like how flins fills my puthy up, also header inspired by cumironi mwah divider credits
ɞ⠀.⠀FLINS ﹗ ໒꒱۪
Flins was a gentleman, of course he was. He needed to be one anyways, he didn't need you squirming and sobbing and pushing him away if he went too rough with his size. You were a human after all.
"E-eeh.. s-slowly.." you whimpered, naked and nervously sweating underneath him, hands braced on his chest while he was gently spreading your legs open.
"I'll be as gentle as I can be, darling," he whispered softly, leaning over and pecking your cheek, before moving his lips over to your forehead, and finally your lips. His lips were soft, but cold against your warm ones. Your eyes had fluttered to a close, while he was moving his thumbs to rub at your sticky folds and soften you up.
"Niiiice, right?" He hummed, while you were beginning to squirm from the new sensation, his fingers curling up before pushing inside and stretching you out for his cock.
You whimpered and nodded shakily, much to his delight.
His smile got wider, like a Cheshire Cat, before he kissed you again and thrusted his fingers further, going just slightly more rougher to hear you moan and whine against his lips. Your nails beginning to dig and scratch at his shoulders, legs twitching and falling apart.
He pulled back suddenly, leaving you gasping and dazed, taking his fingers out and holding his hand out teasingly. Your essence dripping from his long, elegant fingers.
"Look here, you're already doing so well. So ready for me," he purred before leaning over again and nuzzling into the crook of your neck, kissing to distract you.
"Shhh, just breathe," he whispered.
You gasped and let out a strangled whimper when feeling the thick head of his cock rub against your pussy and begin to push inside. Your hands quickly reach out against his slender arms and scratched your way to his back, breath quickening and hitching.
"N-nghh.. f-flinssss.." you whined for him, while he slowly eased inside, before sighing against your neck and relaxing. "Shhh, I've got you, just relax, I swear it'll all feel better," he peppered your face with slow, soft kisses.
"C-can I pull..?" You mumbled softly, half lidded eyes looking up into his darkened ones. One of your hands were moving up, gently tangling into the long, luscious hair of his.
He didn't hesitate, nodding and smiling down at you sweetly.
Darkened, lustful eyes of his were glued to your tummy, watching the bulge from his thick cock grown and shrink as he thrusted in and out. He loved the feeling of being inside you, and got harder at the look of you squirming beneath him, and twitched inside you at your sweet little whimpers and moans.
As your hand pulled at his hair, his teeth bit into his bottom lip, the bed beginning to creak, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the room.
His hips pulled back, before slowly easing inside again, and continuing those slow, sensual movements. Thrusting back and forth, just gently enough so that it wouldn't hurt. his eyes flickered up from your neck, watching your expression begin to relax and get comfortable with his slow, steady thrusts.
He pulled back, before sharply thrusting in one last time, making you squeak and whine, pouting up at him confused.
Your pout was met with a chaste kiss, "I'm sorry.. I couldn't resist. I'll go slow from now on, okay?" He pulled his hips back slowly, his thumb finding the little bud of your clit and rubbing it slowly.
"Just cum for me, alright, darling?"
ɞ⠀.⠀VARKA ﹗ ໒꒱۪
Varka was messy, and had no shame about it.
Slobbering and eating you out all messily, face buried in between your thighs, slurping loudly. Very much enjoying his meal. Groaning and moaning, while you were squirming, whining and covering your mouth shyly. You had expected him to be this big macho man and be all rough, to just make you take it.
Yet there he was, happiest when tasting and giving you pleasure, happiest when watching you cum on his face. His tongue eagerly licking up when you squirted out.
"So good, so good," he muttered and licked your pussy a few more times before pulling away with a sigh and wiping his dripping mouth. Your essence still dribbling down his chin and soaked into the bedsheets below, his tired eyes gazing into yours lovingly. "You ready?"
Your shaky nod didn't convince him, as you were still hiccuping and breathing heavily from your last orgasm. "I need a yes or a no, use your words," he said quietly, hand taking a grasp of your chin, gently making you face up at him properly.
"..yes.. yes please. I need you," you nodded and gasped, whining and already reaching out your hands for him.
He smiled happily before quickly covering your body with his much larger, muscular, scarred one. Completely overpowering you but making sure you had enough room to squirm and move, his lips meeting yours lovingly.
Those large hands of his pushed your thighs apart, before hooking your legs over his hips. Keeping you spread wide open beneath him, naked, sweaty, ready for him.
"You'll be okay, alright?" He nodded, noticing your nerves and shaky breathing, kissing your forehead. "It'll be just a small pop of pain, and then a world of pleasure.. just tap my shoulder and I'll slow down, or use the word and I'll pull out, okay?" He nodded, before furrowing his brows when you only nodded.
"Use your words."
"..I'll tap on your shoulder when it hurts and say the safe word when I can't take it anymore," you nodded to him, before sighing and smiling again when he kissed your forehead. "Good girl."
His head buried into the crook of your neck, kissing and finding your sensitive spots. Sucking hickeys and kissing down your jawline, while his hands were moving to spread your folds apart and stroke his thick cock. The base of his blond pubic hair tickles your inner thighs, before you felt it.
The large, demanding pressure began to build inside you when you felt the tip of it slide in. You had expected it to be big, but this big? You were already beginning to plan out your funeral, thighs twitching and squirming.
"Shh, shh, I'll be slow, just relax, I promise," he kissed down your jaw and trailed down the valley on your breasts, suckling a nipple into his mouth. Trying to get you to focus on the pleasure.
His cock was demanding your attention. Your brain couldn't focus on anything else, as much as you squeezed your eyes shut, whined, and squirmed underneath him. Your nails began to rake on his muscular back, adding to the scars with red lines of passion. It was so big, so thick, stretching you to the core
You were already so slick and drooling around him, drooling from both lips, before mumbling, "I-it's big.."
"I'm—… I'm not even halfway in," he muttered, pursing his lips and pausing for just a second before beginning to try and push in as far as he could, in a quick, painless manner. Not even halfway? You were already feeling his cock splitting you in two, what did he mean "not even halfway"?
It felt like something you had never known, finally clicked inside your head when he pushed in the last inch and grinned up at you, popping free of your nipple. "See! Nothing to it," he hummed happily, while you were drooling and cumming around him from just the size. Your tummy having such a lewd bulge from his cock.
"D-does it get any smaller…?" You drooled, whimpering and squeezing so tightly. You were definitely going to be spending majority of the time squirting and squirming on his dick.
“Smaller?” He scoffed and smiled, before kissing your forehead and then the tip of your nose. “Obviously not, silly. It can get bigger though,” he tilted his head to the side, all goofy.
Oh my archons, he was going to split you in two.
ɞ⠀.⠀DOTTORE ﹗ ໒꒱۪
"Oh come on, miss patient, you're not seriously backing out already?" Dottore pouted and mocked you, holding an empty syringe in his hands. The one he had promised would help you enjoy your first time with him infinitely more and not feel an ounce of paint whatsoever.
"Z-zandik—" you whimpered, eyes beginning to haze over, sitting naked on his experimental table. The light flicking above you both in the empty, cold room.
"Uh-uh, not Zandik, it's Doctor now, okay?" He smirked and pinched your cheek.
The air wasn't biting at your skin anymore, the fluids beginning to seep through your veins in what felt like a fiery fever. The blue haired menace's eyes were narrowing, watching your expression change, your eyes glaze over and pussy begin to glisten and seep uncontrollably.
"..doctor 'tore.." you mumbled, looking up at him, and pulling him closer by his shoulders. Eyeing his shirtless body up and down.
He smirked and cupped your cheek again, testing to see how much the medicine had stripped away your shyness and pain. "Tell me, how much do you want me? Where do you want me?" He purred, already moving his hands to the buckle of his pants, stripping eagerly.
You hesitated and thought, before laying back on the table and spewing your legs. "…need you a lotttt.." you mumbled, watching him crawl over you quickly and plant feverish kisses to your neck.
"Need you here.." you mumbled, moving one of your hands down shakily, and using your fingers to spreading your folds apart. Glistening and soaking wet, dripping onto the table below, ready and waiting for his experiment.
He hummed, smirking down at you and glanced down at your pussy, before kissing your forehead. "See? I told you the medicine would work so well with this untouched body of yours… didn't expect this much… fluid production, although," he hummed and was already mentally noting to edit the formula so that it wouldn't harm your body's natural production.
"You're alright to continue, miss patient?" He whispered down at you, before smirking at your confident nod.
"You're so filthy," he scoffed, smirking and spreading your legs wide apart, before slipping his fingers into your depths to test the waters. "They slide in so easily, tsk, you're so wet already," he huffed before brushing your hair out of your face. "Do you want me to move onto the next step in the method of this experiment?"
"P-pleaseeee.. d-doctor 'tore," you moaned, closing your eyes in pleasure as he fingered you, before gasping and pouting when he slid his fingers out again.
"If you're begging that much, you deserve something bigger, something harder," he darkly suggested, before smirking down at your dead face. The next thing you felt in your daze was the thick tip of his cock rubbing over your clit, collecting the slick, before it began to push inside your tight passage.
The feeling was numbing, more than painful. A small whimper escaping your lips, just clenching your fists, waiting for the initial stretch to wash over.
Only to open your eyes, half lidded, when you heard him snort. "Miss patient.. are you sleeping in the middle of my experiment?" He pouted and flicked your forehead.
It took you a second to realise he was teasing you, before you began to whine and argue back with him. "I wasn't sleeping! It just felt so numbing and c-cold—" you were arguing with him, before gasping and moaning, eyes rolling back for a split second.
That bastard had thrusted while you were talking, riling you up just to see you lose it in the middle of a sentence.
"You were saying?"
"Y-you're evil—" you were whining before quickly fading your arguments into needy moans and whimpers, arching your back and holding onto the shaky table as he began to rut into you. Fucking you at that steady pace, hips slapping against your ass. Balls heavy and waiting to spill inside you, to carry out another experiment inside you.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
It filled the room, while you began to drool. His breath finally hitching and adjusting, growing heavy from trying to not bust on the spot while you were squeezing him so tightly.
"Fuck.. you're so right. I should've made that fuckin' erection chewing gum too," he scoffed, eyes narrowing on your breasts.
ɞ⠀.⠀LOHEN ﹗ ໒꒱۪
"Pfft, look at you," lohen smirked, "not even name calling now?" He teased.
You were sitting on his lap. Naked, pouting and slowly rubbing your pussy back on his erect cock. His eyes half lidded, biting his bottom lip, watching you with lustful eyes. His hands resting on your hips, thumbs rubbing back and forth.
"You said you'd help me and be sweetttt!" You whined and grumbled down at him, before smacking his shoulder.
He groaned and pretended to be hurt, before pouting up at you playfully. "I am being sweeeet," he mimicked your whine, before smirking and pinching your hip. "I wanna see you ride me, it'll be fun, and I promise to help you get on," he nodded with a mock-serious expression.
You huffed, unconvinced before lifting your hips and scooting back just an inch, letting out a soft whimper when he grabbed the base of his cock, stroking it and guiding it to the entrance of your tight hole. "That's ittt, just slowly sit down," he mumbled, shifting on the bed slightly and guiding your hips down.
"H-haah.. s-slowlyyy.." you whined, easing your hips down, feeling his hard, thick dick begin to slide inside. The feeling of it twitching made you squirm and look more flustered, while his expression began to change from agonising pleasure to mischievous smirking.
His hands were slowly helping your hips down, as you relied on him to guide you, before he pulled them away quickly, making you squeak and plop down quickly. Gasping and whimpering, impaled on every thick, girthy inch of his cock.
A moan escaped your lips, tears pricking the corner of your eyes from the sudden, intense pleasure and pain mix. The room was filled whining and as you were smacking his shoulders repeatedly, "y-you're horrible! A terrible boyfriend! You pushed me down!"
"I did?" He pouted and played innocent, hands moving to wipe the small dotted tears at the corners of your eyes. "I think I'm a lovely boyfriend," he frowned, before genuinely asking, "you're okay though, right? Tell me if you want to stop, I'll stop, no teasing," he nodded to you.
You sniffled, before nodding and leaning over to nuzzle into the crook of his neck. "I w-wanna keep going.." a small mumble by his neck.
He smiled, turning his head to peck your hair, before thrusting up into you gently. "You're the one who's supposed to be riding me, doll," he huffed and played with your hair, tilting his head to the side to lick the shell of your ear.
The lick made you shiver, before trying to slowly wriggle your hips up and bring them down. "I-I'm tryingggg! Be patient," you huffed.
His teasing smirk began to fade as the bed was quietly creaking, only your soft little moans being the sounds of pleasure in the quiet bedroom. "E-ehh.. nnh.. mmh…" you whimpered softly, learning how to slowly pleasure yourself on his dick. His eyes half lidded, viewing you with a cold, cynical look, before smiling again and thrusting up quickly into your soft, wet pussy.
"L-lohennnn.. this is too much work," you huffed, giving up and laying limp on top of him.
He hummed, before kissing the top of your head and wrapping his arms around you tightly, quickly rolling you both over so that you were flustered, naked, and underneath him. "E-eh..?" You muttered confused, while his hands were already spreading your legs.
"Just take it, okay? You know the word to say if you want me to stop," he smiled at you. Nervousness breeding inside your gut, already gripping the sheets to prepare yourself.
so my bf and I were having the most fucking hillarious smash or pass conversation with our kins in which I, an afab enby, said that after careful consideration; I would not have sex with Venti personally if he had a dick. But if he had a pussy?
"hammer time"? no y'all it's scissor time!!!
So im here basically to ask. Anyone know of afab ventixafab reader fics bc now I am so curious.
Stupid drabble I wrote yesterday 'cause I was in pain.
"Xiao...."
His name drifted through the air, and he noted the twinge of pain in your voice. He summoned his spear and appeared at your side in an instant.
He was greeted by the sight of you limply curled up on your bed, face twisted slightly, but noticeably brightening when you saw him. You reached your arms out to him, making gentle grabby motions with your hands.
"There's no danger, love, please come here and hold me," you asked.
Xiao had already released his spear and was coming to join you, but paused at your strange request.
"You want... me... to hold... you?" He repeated.
You nodded. "Everything hurts," you say, a whine creeping in on the last breath.
Xiao nodded slowly, moving around so he could try and hold you in his arms. This wasn't exactly new, but it was rare. Usually you wanted to hold him instead, which he allowed because tou had a calming aura. You usually only wanted him to hold you whenever you were....
"Oh," he said as he came upon his realization. "Your cycle. It's come back."
You nodded into his shoulder. "And, well, I think the weather is about to change, too. All my joints hurt. And my head."
Xiao pulled you closer. "I'll ask Verr for medicine. Later. Are you comfortable right now?"
You nodded again. "If I fall asleep, or if you're called, you can go, I know you're busy."
Xiao hesitated, then pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I'll come back quickly if that happens."
woke up uncomfortable because i'm on my period, but it got me thinking of period sex with arlecchino, tbh.
(tw: period sex, afab and transfem arle mentions)
i think she would have no qualms with fucking you while you're on your period. it's just blood, plus it's from you, and she loves you dearly.
why waste multiple days a month being unable to fuck you, when you can both play around during then?
if she's also afab and has periods, she would also do the same on her period. orgasms ease cramping pain for her, and a twisted part of her likes seeing red on your skin.
if she's transfem (pre-surgery), she would happily fuck you, watching red coat the more pale base of her cock when she eases it in and out of you.
she prefers to be clean usually, but she doesn't mind a mess only if it's you. plus, she'll clean you both right up afterward.
a nice, warm bath followed by a quick shower. and she knows you won't say no to that.
i dont even watch porn like that guys but i found this absolute GEM like i haddd to share with the class
fem/afab!reader, impact play (slap dat ass🙌), nicknames (baby, princess, lwk good girl)
the sounds of skin against skin fill up your boyfriend's bedroom as he rams into you from behind, his hand slapping your ass for a dizzying mixture of pleasure and pain.
you scream into the pillow below you - the only thing semi-grounding you on your trip to pound town -, taking in full force how his pillows smell just like him. this only added to the allure, for all of your senses are full of him and him alone.
the thought makes you mewl, your cunt squeezing around him impossibly tighter as he grips into the crumpled up blanket holding your ass up.
"fffffuck, you're so tight baby." his voice deepens as he rocks into you even faster. you could only respond with open-mouthed moans as his tip grazed the parts of you that had you seeing galaxies.
you were cumming soon, and he knew that.
"you g'nna cum for me, princess?"
",,yes,," you manage to say from the top of your high. looking back at him, his furrowed face meeting your teary eyes and drooling lips, you ask him, "can i?"
he almost stops entirely. he wanted to launch himself onto you and kiss that blissful expression on your face, but he had to finish what he has started. with one last slap to your ass he commands,
"cum."
and like the goodest girl in the world, his princess, you obey.
twink tops ! ? genshin twinks that are actually tops m . list
lyney , the best with his fingers !
lyney is the biggest tease ever , and his fingers ? damn , are they good . he already made you cum 3 times over before his dick even enters you just from his fingers alone .
he's not nice about it either , he's such a mean tease . he cooed in your ear " awh , look at you , already ruined and you haven't even felt the tip of my dick yet , huh ? "
and when his dick is inside of you , his fingers are already working on your clit as he sloppily thrusts in and out . the obscene squelch of your cunt as your wetness seeps all over his dick .
kazuha , the gentle dom !
kazuha really doesn't mind doing all the work , in fact he prefers it to an extent . he loves knowing how you leave your pleasure in his hands , and believe me he repays that trust .
his pace isn't too fast or rough but he still makes you cum over and over and over , yet his voice is just as soft and he's just as composed as he always is .
" ah - kazu ! 's too much , ! " you whined out , to which kazuha only whispered gently in your ear " do you want to stop , dear ? " to which you quickly shook your head no , with a soft sniffle .
kinich , the meanie !
he's so so mean about it , so mean about his thrusts , mean about the way his pixel rope thing is typing your hands together , and so so mean about the way his dick absolutely recks you .
his one hand is gripping the other end of the pixel rope , while his other rests on your hip . he thrusts up into you , making you writhe against your restrains , hard against your poor wrists .
" damn , hold still . " kinich huffs , gripping the rope tighter , as a mean - smack ! - lands on your poor ass . making you hic , and tremble all over .
a / n , anyone wanna guess my genshin main ? no ? okay , .
After an age of knowing one another, you and Xiao shoot your shot at intimacy <3
Xiao x fem!reader, 13.4k words. (No mention of Reader's gender or pronouns is made, however.)
CW: fluff, then angst and fluff again, established relationship, emotional intimacy, soft smut (MDNI), body worship, cunnilingus, grinding, creampie, brief mentions of abuse and sexual assault (Xiao).
Note: everyone, you have @hhhecates and @sizzles-z-4002 to thank for this fic– without them descending upon me like that one Overwatch Mercy meme, this would never have been beta-read and you'd have to slog through much nonsense like “no mortal sane mortal” and “he nots.”
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Ah, and one last thing– I really do like to think of this fic as the precursor to Mornings, although the similarities really were a complete coincidence :>
The first time Xiao makes love to you, he’s breathless and pliant and eager, hot to the touch, forehead pressed to yours as he watches you catch your breath, pupils constricted to slits in his excitement. Xiao is quick to act on the behalf of another, but the opposite when it comes to his own needs– and particularly his own wants.
And Xiao has wanted you like this for a long, long while– pinned beneath him, in the dappled shadow of his massive, arching wings, panting and wide eyed, your swollen lips glinting with your saliva and his own, aglow with the most beautiful, eager smile.
Contrary to his own, mortal pupils blow out in their excitement. Xiao wonders if this is what it means when some of your more debauched books mention eyes darkening in desire. His keen eyes have always spotted your pupils widening the moment your eyes land on him (and his heart aches every time at the real, physical confirmation of your love) but right now you are something else entirely, soft and pliant and warm in his caressing fingers.
His eyes flick quickly around your naked form– there, your vision, caught in the bunched up clothes right by your head– good. You are safe from him.
He sighs and smiles a smile he cannot suppress when your eyes follow his and you laugh.
“I’m okay,” you reassure. Still smiling, you reach up a hand to lovingly cup his face, palm adjusting beneath his jaw, fingers shifting to cradle him still more gently. He gulps. His wings tremble. His heart hurts. And so when you make your first request of the evening, he is quick to heed it. “So,” you say, a devilish grin lighting up your face, and he leans nearer without even realising. “Come closer, please.”
Xiao doesn’t need to be told twice.
Shuffling closer above you, he leans lower and props himself on his elbows instead of his palms as you tug him towards yourself. You brush your lips against his and still, looking at him adorably through your eyelashes. Even now, you wait for him to bridge the gap between your lips.
Xiao does.
Of all the things he’s ever tasted, you just might be his favourite– which is odd, because more often than not you simply taste like whatever it is that you’ve had that day. He wonders if, in a roundabout way, that makes all your favourite flavours his favourites as well. Today there’s no particular taste, save for the slight, smooth bitterness of the remnants of the balm previously smeared across your lips. He licks it away.
You pull him closer as he does so, pressing your lips against his lower lip, teeth gently tugging at it as he shifts and presses his mouth against your own again. You feel the weight of his torso settle softly on yours, made heavier by the several buffeting pairs of wings along his back. The smaller ones near his neck flex and fold backward and the downy ones by his hips shift closer to your bodies. Xiao’s hair drapes across your face and the largest pair of wings shudders in unison with his body as you drag your nails gently across his scalp with one hand, and his back with the other. Purring softly into your mouth, he speeds up, kisses turning harried as you rub your fingers against his shoulders, then his back, then between the smaller pair of honey-and-teal wings.
Xiao could go on forever– and, you think as you open your eyes to see his face so close, eyes blissfully shut as he tips his head to lean closer once more– that he would if you did not need to breathe. You give a shuddering gasp and turn your face to the side, chest heaving as you catch your breath. Xiao runs his fingers against your sweaty side, raining open mouthed kisses along your jaw, along your cheek, and a sweet, lingering one against the corner of your lips as an apology.
Another purr rumbles inside of his chest as he remains that way for a few moments, lips pressed to your cheek. You sometimes wonder if he just enjoys the feel of something soft against his mouth.
You also wonder if, today, you’ll finally make love to one another. Not that you have a problem with waiting some more– well, perhaps a very small one, but regardless. If patience did not come easily to you, you wouldn’t be here to begin with.
It took long years of friendship to find romance with Xiao, and still more time for more… physical forms of affection. And even then, simply being with Xiao is a practice in tact and patience.
Not that you’ll ever complain. Catching sight of his previously rare, but quickly becoming more frequent smiles, falling into his arms after a long day, grabbing his face in your palms and peppering kisses all over him as a silent laugh rumbles deep in his chest, watching him unwrap the increasingly absurd presents sent by his friends and sniggering as he sighs and wonders what he’s to do with an extra small– and yet too large– mawashi… you wouldn’t trade that for quite literally anything.
But you’re curious regardless, to see how far this goes.
You’ve been in the nude around Xiao before– you’ve learned not to be shy, with how much you’re around him to begin with. Whining about your day as you step out of the shower, stumbling around looking for the clothes you could’ve sworn you set out as you simultaneously attempt to remember where you put the sweets you got Xiao, letting him wash your hair and back, washing his in return. And it’s not like you’ve never made out before, or pinned him down, or been pinned beneath him.
But you’ve never been nude and a damp, eager mess beneath him, all at once. Not before today.
And you haven’t seen him so unwilling to meet your eyes in years, not since you’d first held hands, since you’d first gathered the courage to kiss, since you’d first tugged him closer to you in bed to cuddle him. You’ve known Xiao long enough to know perfectly– that the moment you meet his eyes, you’ll see the bashfulness he has so far taken pains to carefully conceal.
As your breaths even out, Xiao, lacing his fingers with yours, leans in to kiss you again. A smile you can’t bite back ends up breaking the kiss– Xiao is greedy today, and greedy Xiao is your favourite Xiao.
“Greedy bird.” You giggle, and he sighs softly against your cheek, his own flushing with colour.
“Devious creature,” he grumbles. You laugh and kiss him again.
Nothing happens that day.
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Few things irk Xiao as much as his own inadequacies. Or his cowardice.
He hoped one thing would lead to one another, but what he refuses to learn is this– a hand reaching out means nothing if he does not take it.
Xiao loathes that he leaves you hanging every time.
From what he can see– from what he can tell– you do not mind. You care far too much for his comfort– beyond anything else. You hold out your arms and wait for him to walk into them. Cup his face and wait for him to lean closer before you kiss it. Tell him before you entertain guests so he’s prepared to socialise, if he so chooses. Brush your lips to his and wait for them to slot against your own.
Waiting, waiting, every time.
It's not fair.
The worst of it is– Xiao had wanted you, with a desperation that was so, so difficult to grapple. He’d wanted you, beautiful and warm and pulsing with anticipation. The only thing that makes this worse is that you’d wanted him too, and it was so obvious he could smell it on you.
In the privacy of the karsts– he buries his face in his hands with a groan. You’re being foolish, he tells himself sternly. Something inside of him curls into a tighter ball, something small and scared. It scratches at his insides, pleading hopelessly. Xiao ignores it. All you have to do, he tells himself, is to just do it.
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Easy enough, he thinks, when he sees you seated on the floor, a pile of old clothes scattered all around you. Even just that is enchanting– everything about you is. The arch of your arm when you reach out to grab something, the way your hair falls round your face. He watches you chuck some clothes in a pile with a pretty flick of your wrist, and hold some others up to survey.
You seem to be occupied in mending those you can salvage, and turning the rest into rags for other purposes. He remembers the trousers you’re eyeing right now– they’re quite a few years old now, and don’t quite fit right, but they’re in good condition regardless.
He can almost hear you muse in your mind– what to do? Before you shrug and toss them into the pile of clothes you mean to keep. He pauses on the threshold of your balcony, a little touched. So you remember– you wore that pair quite a bit when you first met.
Skies, you’re sweet. Few other words encapsulate you the way this one does.
Sliding off his shoes, he leaves them on the bedroom balcony as he steps soundlessly inside. Your face catches the evening light as you tilt your head back, sensing him regardless, and he returns your smile with a smaller one of his own as you rest your palms behind and lean back on them.
“Hey.”
“Hello.” He crouches down next to you and you shove your face into his, begging for a kiss. An inaudible laugh bubbles deep in his chest as he kisses your nose, then lands a quick kiss on your lips. “What are you doing?”
“Sorting clothes. It's a chore weekend.” You groan. “I thought I'd be done way sooner but this is taking really long.”
“Shall I prepare dinner, then?”
You blink at him. He notices a piece of lint near your jaw and brushes it away. “I know it’s my turn–” you start apologetically and he shakes his head, cutting you off.
“What would you like to eat?”
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Xiao is acting… strange.
He’s normal, but there is somehow an urgency to his nonchalance that has you narrowing your eyes a little. You’re presently occupied with the dishes. Xiao offered to head to bed earlier and clean up the room a little, which is perfectly mundane, and yet...
You’re ruminating over what exactly it is that set off little alarms in your mind when you notice a presence behind you again, just as Xiao settles his palms on your hips, tugging you against him and pressing his cheek against your shoulder.
You blink and lean into him as he makes a satisfied, avian click sound. You smile.
“Did you need something?” You ask as you rinse the last few utensils. Xiao hums.
You wash your hands and Xiao reaches to fetch you a hand towel. Thanking him, you smush a cheek to his as you pat your hands dry.
Something is most definitely afoot.
His current bearing reminds you a little of the time he got you some elaborate presents some years back, all arranged beautifully on your bed. Xiao isn’t very vocal about his wants or feelings, but when overcome, he’s quite the poet. This has the same energy– of something simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the lid to be lifted.
You’re a little concerned now, really. He’s alert– too alert. The Karmic Debt saps at his strength with persistent viciousness, and so by the end of a long week, you’re used to seeing droopy, fluttery eyelashes. Relaxed shoulders, a tilted head. However, Xiao seems alert. A haughty bearing, feathery lashes upright, instead of nearly brushing his cheeks in tiredness.
Should you ask, or is this something that does not warrant it?
His manner right now is that of insistent nonchalance. Perhaps it’s something that doesn’t yet demand worry? You watch, nonplussed, as he brushes a hand against yours and pads softly to bed.
He’s out of his usual outfit, into something softer and more casual. A worn-looking half placket shirt and an equally used pair of soft cotton pants– Xiao likes to stick to items he’s already used to, not being the fondest of change. If he likes something he'll keep it until it quite literally falls apart. He looks almost mournful whenever he has to discard something, and you could've sworn you saw guilt on his face when he picked up some new casual wear with a heavy, heavy sigh. Archons, you love him. But you digress.
You're about to make your way to the bathroom when you see Xiao insistently open his arms. Chuckling, you gently swat a moth away from your bedside lamp and clamber into bed instead. Your beloved has a peculiar habit of settling the pillows around in a semicircle to almost resemble a nest, and truth be told you’ve gotten so used to it that it’s difficult now to sleep without. It is supremely comfortable.
You flop onto the bed with a groan. First taking a moment to lazily stretch, you open your arms to Xiao instead, who blinks and obligingly slides into them. You tug him closer to your chest. He sighs softly against your collarbone.
“How was your day?” He murmurs. His breath washes over your collar, over your neck. It brushes your ear. Xiao shuffles closer, settling his body firmly against yours.
You comb his hair away from his face with your fingers. “It was good. Normal. Nothing interesting happened today.” You bump your jaw against the side of his head. He burrows further into your neck. “You?”
“The same.” A comfortable pause settles over the both of you. You figure he'd like a massage to assuage the stiffness in his joints, but when your fingers glide across his back and press into his shoulder blades, instead of melting into you, Xiao stiffens in response.
You freeze. Did you accidentally probe an injury? Is he uncomfortable? “Beloved?”
Xiao does not respond. You pull away, frowning, searching his flushed face for the problem, then shift slowly up on your elbows, about to ask again, when the problem occurs to you upon spotting the blush gracing his cheeks.
“Is this– is something wrong, my love?”
“No.” Pressing his lips in a thin line, he glares at you through lowered lashes, though there's no bite to it. “Just come to bed.” Ah.
You tilt your head. The flush creeps further, past his jaw, to his neck. You have no clue what's gotten him so aroused– to say you’re startled at the suddenness of it would be an understatement– but you suspect he's been pent up for a while, and your petting and caressing his sensitive back can't have made things easier for him.
You bite back a snicker. Two paths are laid out before you. The first– give in to his wishes (and yours.) The second– give in, but only after he begs for it in that voice of his, softened to a croon with desperation like last time.
Every cell in your body craves the second path. Your simian brain flicks out its tongue and tee-hees at the thought. The more rational side of you, however, reluctantly swallows the lizard whole.
Sex is supposed to be fun for everyone, and if Xiao can't comfortably partake, it stops being so.
You'll tease him when you know he can take it– but for now, you smile at him, bright and glowing with mischief, and he sighs relievedly as you lean over him on one elbow and cup his face in your free hand.
“May I?” You ask.
When Xiao answers, he sounds almost pained. His eyes are bright gold, luminous in the dimness, pupils diminished to slitted pinpricks.
“Please.” He croaks.
Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't do it. Okay, maybe a little.
“Please what?” You ask with a cheshire smile and he presses his head deeper into the pillow with a groan. Even his throat is flushed. You press yourself against him as you kiss it softly and his chest rumbles with a purr.
“Well?” You continue littering kisses over his neck, then lower, then pause. “My love?”
Xiao looks toward you and Archons. You wish you could paint and frame his expression right now. Flushed cheeks, drooping lashes and narrowed eyes, the pupils little dots. His lips are slightly ajar– and you watch, mesmerized, as he nervously licks them without meaning to.
The lizard in your head swoons and explodes.
“I…” he begins to speak, then exhales and glances away, still flushed. Now that you're atop him, his problem is yet more evident, prodding your belly. Xiao’s eyes narrow further, but annoyance and nonchalance cannot act as his shields when you know them to only be illusions.
“Hm?” You splay a palm against his chest and with the other arm still holding you up, you lean into him from above. Your nose brushes his. You grin again and this time he smiles too as he groans. You giggle. “May I?”
“Yes. Please.”
Well, you've made him wait long enough. Finally, you tip your head to brush your lips against his. Xiao responds first in kind, then with more vigour, cupping your face in his palms and drawing you ever closer, lips insistently pressing and caressing your own.
When finally you pull away, pressing a palm against his now damp-with-sweat chest to push yourself up, his hands wander down your sides to land on your hips. One of his palms splays against the small of your back, holding you in place over his crotch and your already erratic heartbeats speed up further. Xiao slips a finger beneath the hem of your pants with his other hand, raising his eyebrows in a ‘may I?’ gesture– the nonchalance of which is utterly ruined by his dewy, swollen lips, his flushed face and neck. You attempt to fluster him further by tugging your shirt off in one go and also run smack into embarrassment as you get stuck in it, thanks to your body being clammy with sweat.
You feel Xiao jump beneath you as you suddenly shake with quiet laughter. His palms now brace against your ass to hold you in place. You struggle against the confines of your evil shirt for several seconds until Xiao’s own soft laugh stills you. When you make a muffled sound of delight at it he laughs harder, a soft, breathy laugh, his torso vibrating beneath you, and you can’t help but smile.
Well. If your foolishness serves to make him more comfortable– you’ll happily play clown.
Xiao finally sits up, gently depositing you between his legs. Pressing his long fingers against the nape of your neck, he tugs you closer before finally helping take the shirt off. You sigh dramatically. “So much for sensuality.”
Shaking his head, a smile still gracing his beautiful features, Xiao leans forward, lips brushing yours. His hands trail slowly to your rear again as he tugs you closer against him. Nestled up against him like this, his problem is made still more evident– but it’ll have to wait just a little longer.
Holding Xiao’s face in a palm, you continue to kiss him, your other hand sliding over his shoulder to scratch and rub his back again. Xiao makes a soft sound against your mouth at that and it takes everything within you to keep still and not slam him back into your pillows to fuck him senseless.
Patience, you remind yourself, your thighs pressing tightly against his sides, itching to press together. Consistence.
If only Xiao could hear your thoughts right now.
You can imagine what he’d look like if he did– wide eyes and fluttering lashes that eventually narrow in retaliation. Flushed face, neck damp with sweat.
The realisation of that view no longer remaining imaginary has you gasping into Xiao’s mouth as his lips press at you still more insistently, tongue stroking your own. Your teeth click together as Xiao slowly pushes you back, lowering you onto the mattress whilst continuing to kiss you.
Senselessly, you try to quell the clamant heat between your legs again by drawing your thighs closer, but ngh into his mouth when he softly growls and presses against you. Your thighs push uselessly against his waist again. Too slow, you think deliriously. Too much.
You can’t breathe.
Letting out a shuddering gasp, you push at Xiao’s chest with a hand, the other still steady on his back. Xiao is quick to pull away. He reaches behind for some pillows with a large, clawed hand and lifts you towards himself to set them behind you to lay on more comfortably. You sink back into them with breathlessly murmured thanks, a hand still clutching his shoulder to keep him close. Xiao brings up your other hand to his lips and worriedly presses a kiss to your fingers in apology.
“I just– need to catch my breath.” You laugh softly, and Xiao’s worries visibly melt– his stiffened shoulder relaxes beneath your fingers as you rub soothing circles into it. Claws returning to hands, he cups your face gently and plants a soft kiss on your nose, his expression far more relaxed than it was just a moment ago.
“I apologise,” he mumbles repentantly against your cheek before pressing a kiss to it. “I became hasty.”
“I’ll forgive you if you never apologise for that again,” you answer. “Deal?”
Xiao huffs his quiet laugh into your shoulder, and you yank him even closer to pepper kisses along the side of his head. “Yes,” he agrees, voice muffled by your chest.
“Deal?”
“Why must you insist on making me say it?” Xiao once again props himself up on an arm, the remnants of a smile still lingering on his lips. You tug him down towards you to kiss it, sweetly smoothing back his hair from his face. “Fine,” he murmurs against your mouth, and when you open your eyes, his eyes are aglow like lamplight. Your body feels like hot coal– ready to blaze at a moment’s notice.
“Deal,” Xiao finally says, before once again sealing your lips to his with a kiss. When you hungrily tug his body flush against yours and lick into his mouth, he lets out a whimper that has you groaning against his lips.
Xiao is kind enough to accommodate your mortal limits this time– tugging away before he could begin to suffocate you, pressing wet yet burning open mouthed kisses in a line drawn from your jaw to your bare shoulder.
When he suddenly draws away and your eyes– shut from the kiss– finally open, the sight before you has you wrapping your legs around Xiao’s hips for the umpteenth time with a grumble deep in your throat. Xiao, occupied with tugging his shirt off, over his shoulders. Your eyes run shamelessly along the length of his lean, defined arms, to his muscular abdomen, to the tattoos along his pelvis. You’re certain you look like a dog right now, drooling and wide eyed and– oh.
Oh.
Wings erupt from Xiao’s back, the undersides full and soft and teal, rimmed with the deepest gold you’ve ever seen– gold that stretches further along his wings, down to his back. Your eyes run instantly to the hints of black undulating along Xiao’s arms. He narrows his eyes contemplatively, flushed lips parting to let out a breath so potent it washes over you.
The dark spots frisking along Xiao’s arms sink into his skin and for a moment it looks as though there is ink bubbling beneath. A leathery complexion stretches out over his forearms, fading into existence along his biceps, reminiscent of the scaly feet of a bird. The lamplight casts a sheen all over him, as though it even needs to, when your beloved is so glorious and luminous on his own.
Xiao presses his giant talons against your shoulders, pinning you to the bed. They’re huge enough that a claw stretches across one collarbone and brushes the other. When you shift your legs, you feel your underwear stick to you with sweat and far more.
“Oh,” Xiao says, blinking innocently at his claws, as though you aren’t less human and more just a degenerate carved of flesh and desire beneath him. “I cannot touch you with these,” he says, and forlornly retracts them with twin flicks of his wrists, the scaly skin fading just as quickly.
“What?” You gasp. The gall of this man, to allow you a glimpse of heaven before cruelly snatching it away. “Yes, you can! I mean– if you’re comfortable–”
Xiao shushes you with one slender, beautiful finger to your lips. “No,” he answers, and the flush returns to his face. “I– what I mean to do is not possible with them.”
You give him a look of abject despair. You swear you see his lips twitch. “What do you intend to do?”
Xiao’s shoulders tense. When he speaks, his words are stained with uncertainty.
“I intended to ease… your problem– only if you do not mind.”
Your problem? You absently shift a leg into a more comfortable position, and the warm dampness in your underwear rubs against your thighs.
Ah. Well. You’re aroused, not thoughtless. You have no intention of making your sweetling push himself on your account. If he is uncomfortable– this never needs to happen.
“I don’t mind,” you tell him in your gentlest voice, trying desperately not to whimper hungrily as he tilts his head, his wings giving a little accompanying twitch. His semi-divine form has always been among your direst weaknesses. “But– I only want it if you’re comfortable as well.”
Xiao’s eyes first widen, lips parting as they yield a soft sigh of relief. Then, his avian eyes narrow, wings canting steeply behind him, casting you into darkness.
“I am,” Xiao affirms, in a voice lowered in octave by finality. “So, lie down.”
Shit.
“How long have you–?” You splutter, made suddenly shy by his unexpected fervor. “I mean–”
“This entire evening.” Undoing the laces, Xiao shucks off your pants with a quick movement, an eyebrow rising elegantly at the state of your panties.
Before he can speak, you do. “Listen,” you say, pawing at his pants and he grabs your hands in his, making you stay still. He undoes your bra and tugs it off as you blabber on. “The second you feel like you want to back out– we stop, alright?”
“Yes,” he says in a voice that sounds like a whine. He looks as though it’s taking every fibre of muscle in his body to keep his eyes on yours and not drop lower. “Now will you please– may I–?”
Quietly, you thank Morax for the blessing you’ve just been bestowed with, with the added prayer of ‘please actually be dead so you don’t really hear this.’
“May you what?” You can’t help but ask innocently, and Xiao’s wings rustle with indignation as he covers his eyes with a low groan. You try your hardest to not appear as gleeful as you feel.
It’s less about the sex and more about the fact that he is willing and eager for it, really. Xiao is ancient– mortal measures of time mean little to him, so while in his eyes he is slow to trust, in yours he is positively glacial. You don’t consider it a sacrifice– how could you, when Xiao is warmth crafted in the form of a being so sweet he makes your chest ache?
And for someone so precious and sweet and kind, for someone so cherished to entrust you with first his heart and right now, in this moment, his being?
You hope Xiao thinks the glint in your eyes is degeneracy and not tears.
Your amusement may keep you afloat for now but you know beyond a doubt that this moment will seize you by the ribs some day and make them shake with tears.
However, that can wait, because Xiao is descending upon you once more, fingers creeping slowly up your legs. Bracing his palms against your thighs, he looks at you, completely open, eyes beseeching.
Softly, he asks, “may we make love to one another? Please?”
Oh, Archons, you think, and respond by tugging him up for a kiss.
Xiao is quick to breathe a sigh of relief against your mouth– and even quicker now to reach for your panties, sliding his calloused fingers down the sides of your hips, then effortlessly hoisting your ass up on an inhumanely strong arm to get them off.
When he speaks again, his voice is coarse and he is once again straining to keep his eyes from wandering lower when that is all you want them to do.
Fighting off the urge to grit your teeth, you remind yourself– Patience,
“Yes?” you ask gently.
“Is this alright?” Your beloved foolishly asks.
Morax. Morax come back to life–
“Dearest,” you all but whimper. “I’ll ask you to stop if I’m uncomfortable, and if you ever are, please do the same. Now if you could please– mpfh–”
“Thank you,” Xiao breathes against your mouth as your nude body hits the pillows and is instantly overrun by his first hesitant– then insistent– hands. His fingers first grab onto you gently– the flesh of your hips, the curve of your waist– until they go higher, higher, against your shoulders first to carefully tuck your hair over the pillows, then lower, lower, to your breasts. Xiao continues to kiss you, teeth tugging at your lower lip as he braces his palms against your sides and brushes his thumbs against your nipples. They’re already stiff with excitement, and cold due to your cooling sweat.
Xiao’s wings curl on the bed on either side of you, trapping heat and sound, shielding you both as though the walls themselves had eyes. They brush against your waist, ticklish, and you buck into Xiao in response.
Again, you can’t breathe. Xiao’s swollen mouth is more insistent than ever, caressing and kissing and tasting you. You don’t want to pull away, you really don’t– not with his lithe body pressed to yours and oh, certainly not with his clothed knee coming up to press firmly against your cunt, your sticky arousal smearing all over it. Dazedly, you thank the stars for said ruined clothes being a purchase of the mortal world, and not one of Adeptus Minu’s creations. Xiao does so dislike them getting dirty, you think dazedly.
Beginning to once again feel the familiar ache of dizziness, you’re about to pull away from the kiss when Xiao does so for you, mouth latching softly at the corner of your lips instead, allowing you to breathe. A string of spit is pulled taut between you briefly as he does so, and you can feel it fall back onto your lips, cooled by its brief advent in the air. It warms on your mouth.
Xiao’s fingers are now rubbing against your nipples in earnest, sending trails of heat running throughout your already overwarm body. You give a soft, breathless ah at that, which makes Xiao freeze in the act of trailing kisses up and down your neck.
Instead, he brings his mouth lower, wings now tilted in a posture that betrays a certain hauteur, whilst still soundly covering you both, shielding you from the outside world.
You wonder what the two of you need shielding from, in the privacy of your home– but realise quickly that Xiao has been more vocal with you since pulling them out. Does he feel safer with them covering you both?
You’re broken out of your thoughts by Xiao’s spit-slicked lips latching softly onto a nipple, tongue lying flat against your areola. He circles it slowly whilst gently tugging on your other nipple with his fore and middle finger. You feel like a doll covered in webbed spidersilk, and Xiao’s tugs make the skeins tighten across your body, sending sparks in arcs from your breasts to your belly, then to your cunt. You gasp raggedly, twitching beneath him when he sucks at your nipple then, tongue pressing the tip tight against the roof of his mouth, teeth grazing your areola, first hard, then gently, as Xiao’s fingers work on your other breast in tandem.
Your hands clutch at the sheets on either side of you, then come up hastily to his hair, tugging on the strands, scratching at his scalp. Xiao’s wings buffet once, twice, smacking into the ceiling with a muffled thud before coiling around you again. The warm, stale breaths cocooned inside of them thrashes out, and the rush of new, cool air brushes your cunt, still held open against him. Pressing yourself further against his knee in a weak attempt to grind against it, you whimper as Xiao continues to ignore it and instead, switches his ministrations, licking and biting a path to bridge your breasts. The one wettened by his spit had made an obscene pop when he let go, and you’re drunkenly replaying the sound in your mind when his fingers latch onto it, tugging and pressing.
Craving some friction between your legs, yet not daring to move any more on account of possibly bringing Xiao discomfort, you whine, hoping he'll notice the dampness at his knee– how hasn't he already?– and his love-bites turn still more frantic, before softening again at your gasps. Xiao lays repenting kisses upon the bruises in return, running his warm palms soothingly up and down your waist.
Eventually, when you begin to tug him closer, he reaches your other breast with his mouth. Continuing to tease it with his tongue, he runs a calloused finger down the swell of your breast, then your belly, and– oh– finally, finally–
No. No. Why is his thumb rubbing your thigh instead, when he should be knuckle deep within–
Patience. Patience. Patience. Patience.
Xiao releases your puffy nipple with a lewd pop, and kisses it gently farewell, breath wafting over it before trailing his warm lips impatiently yet worshipfully between the valley of your breasts, over the curve of your belly, kissing and biting and murmuring sweet nothings of beautiful and beloved and dearest love before landing just above your cunt, warm, heaving breaths wafting across it. Your fingers hide shyly in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp, drunk on a cocktail of nervousness and anticipation.
Slowly, Xiao drags a nail over the inside of your thigh, leaving a trail through the slick already coating it. When he looks up, though, pupils widening in affection, you see something frantic dancing inside of them– an explanation to his drawn out affections.
Wait–
Xiao gathers your fingers in his own hands and holds them, hands encircling your palms to leave the digits hanging out. Slowly, trembling ever so slightly, he kisses each fingertip with a reverence that makes tears prick at your eyes– and, you notice, his.
It instantly has you sitting up with worry– hosting yourself up with your trembling arms, you reach to grab his face in your palms. Xiao blinks at you, looking startled, almost spooked, mouth pulled taut in a thin line. His pupils flick to pinpricks, then back with panic.
Oh no.
"Xiao," you say. "Xiao."
Between his own heaving breaths, he somehow looks at you, through the miasma in his mind, through the thickness in the air. You caress his cheeks with your thumbs, frowning in concern, and he flinches, ever so slightly. Just the merest tremor.
You sound so soft. You sound so sad.
Archons. What has he done now?
"Xiao," you say. Despite everything, your voice tethers him, although somehow it seems untethered instead. There is a hollowness to it, a quiet shatteredness. He watches you swallow as you give him a small, soft smile, born of long years of understanding. A deep, careful exhale.
"Xiao," you say gently, and sit up. Your sternum bumps into the crown of his head as you do. Shifting back, and first steadying him with your calloused hands, you pick up the duvet bundled beside you and spread it open with a heft of your arms. With tenderness that steeply contrasts your strength, you lay it over him, tuck it carefully shut around his wings. He realises he's just been stupidly watching, frozen. A sharp pang of dismay runs through him as he finally realises what you're doing. His eyes widen.
You caress his face again. Cupping a cheek in your palm, you lay a kiss on his forehead.
"Xiao," you say. "Let's stop."
Xiao says nothing.
“My love?” Tugging Xiao closer towards you gently, you kiss his damp forehead once more, brushing away the hair from his sweat slicked face. Your eyes scan him searchingly. His wings curl around you, pulling you flush against him as he rests his cheek on your soft chest, trembling. “Dearest? Are you alright?”
Xiao still does not answer– he only shuts his eyes, letting out a soft breath. You fall silent, giving him time to compose himself, stroking his hair in worry.
Archons. Is this your doing? Did you push him too far? Remembering his nervousness in the kitchen earlier, you refrain from smacking yourself.
You shove away those thoughts when you feel Xiao’s lips part against your breast. He exhales softly, and you land another gentle, lingering kiss to his temple.
“Take your time,” you reassure. “Everything is alright. Shall I get you some water?”
“No,” Xiao croaks. “Stay here.”
So you stay, stroking his hair, rubbing the warmth slowly back into his arms over the next several minutes. Truth be told, you're fraught with worry, but are comforted by the fact that he has still chosen to remain in your embrace.
Xiao seems to be slowly calming. The trembling gradually gives way to the steady rise and fall of his chest. He shuffles even closer to you. When Xiao finally speaks, he does so in the hushed tones of quiet embarrassment. “I am sorry.”
You frown immediately. “Love, you have nothing to apologise for. It’s alright.”
“I…” Xiao presses his forehead to your collarbone. There's a brief pause, with only your breaths being heard. “I want you desperately,” he whispers at length. “But…”
You hum enquiringly, planting another kiss on his crown, as he finally glances up, now beginning to look both frustrated and desperate in equal halves.
“I did not wish to concern you,” he rasps. He gazes at you searchingly for a long moment while you blink in astonishment, before more words suddenly come bursting out of him. “And it is never my intention to make you care for me. I simply– I am trying. I want this, but it scares me, a little. It is embarrassing. Small things–”
He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, wings snapping back, tossing the duvet off. He looks so agonized. Your heart hurts.
You try not to look as distraught as you feel at his words– what is he talking about? He doesn’t wish to concern you? How are you supposed to not worry for the people you love? And what does he mean by not wanting to make you care for him? Ignoring your shattered expression, Xiao plows on.
“The smallest things– scare me.” He releases a shaky breath, and you instantly wrap your fingers around his, shifting closer. His grip tightens round your palms. “It is not so bad right now– all is well when I know you are here with me. But… I am sorry. I cannot make love to you as frequently you may desire– and it often won’t–”
“Stop.”
Xiao flinches, eyes tightly shut for just a moment before he blinks up at you, looking both surprised and relieved for a moment when he sees your face– who else could it be?– before noticing your expression. Eyes wide open in horror, lashes dotted with tears.
Instantly, he’s gathering you in his arms, apologies raining from his lips but you shake your head and shush him softly, composing yourself.
Skies above, he’s the worst sort of scum that has ever walked this earth. You have shown him nothing but sincere adoration and thoughtful care, and all Xiao can offer in return is unnecessary protection, meager brushes of affection, awkward company and foolish gifts no sane mortal would take.
And now, he’s done even worse– now, he’s made you cry, although as ever, you fight to compose yourself, sternly drawing in breath and letting it slowly out, as you affix your eyes on his.
Knowing that the least he could do is meet them, he lifts up his gaze. When he sees himself reflected in your irises, he sees a person he does not recognise.
You look at him with that familiar expression, of you thinking of what to say. Another problem he thrusts upon you every time, he thinks. The burdens of communication that you unfairly carry more of.
Xiao desperately wishes he were easier to speak to. Xiao wishes he were easier to love.
And so when all you can do is run a hand over your face and gasp, “I love you,” his eyes instantly widen. More tears shine along your waterline, refusing to fall. You blink furiously and Xiao instinctively reaches up a thumb to wipe them away. With similar intuition, you dip your head to meet his fingers, and his throat closes up again at the familiarity of it all.
“Xiao… I– listen.” The way you look at him– you might as well have taken a hammer to his heart. You look so desperate to be heard he instantly leans towards you, hanging carefully into your every word. You continue. “You don’t have to do any of the things you said. You never have to lay with me if you do not wish it– and if you ever do you are free to back out whenever you want. You never have to worry about making me worry. Why would you ever say that?” Your words are tumbling out faster now, a frantic, desperate whirlwind of emotion.
“There is no template to our interactions,” you say, frustrated. Even in your anger you smooth his hair away from his face with nothing but love. “I love you, I could never be angry with you if I tried. I’m not angry even now. I care for you because I like caring for you, I worry about you because I love you, and none of that is going to change. You never– you never have to be pushed into doing something you don’t want to, not even by yourself.”
There’s a beat before Xiao sighs and looks at your shoulder, evidently not wanting to meet your eyes but not wanting to turn away either. “What did I just tell you?” he asks, sounding so lost you immediately tug him even closer once more. His head comes to rest on your shoulder, face buried in the crook of your neck. “I want you,” he whispers, then pulls away to look at you once more. “And I want you now– but I may not know how– and if something– were something to–”
“Hush.” You bump your forehead against Xiao’s mouth and he confusedly kisses it, shutting up as he does so. Seizing the opportunity, you continue.
“There isn’t a need to worry about this,” you promise, calmer now. Xiao feels his shoulders relax the longer he looks at you. You are not angry– you’re even willing still to continue your lovemaking, from what he can tell. “This is just supposed to be fun, and I will tell you if I want something done differently, the same way I’d want you to tell me. But we’re not doing anything unless you also want to, yeah?” You tilt your head enquiringly, asking for confirmation and your restraint is so plainly painted across your sweet features that Xiao feels the last of his nerves melt slowly away the longer he looks at you.
Xiao could look at you forever, to tell the truth. It isn’t even about you being the loveliest being he’s had the honour of laying eyes on, not really. It’s just that he’s looked at you so much that your features fall into place in his mind, one after another, that when he shuts his eyes you’re still right there. It is the knowledge that the face he looks upon is yours. Xiao knows you better than he knows anyone alive today– it has taken years to earn that understanding and trust and that’s what makes it all the sweeter. You have fought him, fought alongside him, had misunderstandings, then cleared up those misunderstandings only to cause even more of them. What you have together and the comfort you find in one another wasn’t foretold by fate, written in the stars– it has nothing to do with soulmates or a pre-written perfect ending. You met by chance and pursued his friendship of your own volition– and with your own hands and choices made together did life snowball into something far sweeter than what he was accustomed to. Destiny did not tie you two together– you simply chose to hold hands, that was all. What you have now you have fought to create– and so when Xiao looks at you, seated so close to him, your face so near he simply has to lean a bit closer to kiss you, he is comforted by the reminder that it is you.
It is this face now, that plainly betrays your desires. Still damp and warm to the touch, eager for more yet practicing careful restraint, all for his sake.
It would be a lie to say he wasn’t scared– but the stronger feeling was one of wanting you, and although his nerves jumped nervously still, the longer he looked at you, the more he could assure himself– that the gentle eyes looking back at him belonged to his beloved, not an old nightmare, a woman crafted of power and terror, a fiendish purveyor of pervasive misery.
And so when he leans closer to you, pressing you slowly against the mattresses once more, it is your soft body that presses against his palms, his torso. When he rests his forehead to yours, it is you he smells, not incense and the coppery scent of blood.
When his eyes open, they meet yours, warm and filled to the brim with adoration. And when he brushes his lips to yours, it is your sweet voice rings out–
“Are you sure, dearest? May I?”
Xiao is quick to kiss you then, gathering you in his arms, any semblance of restraint chipping quickly away. When he feels fingers sliding over his shoulders, scratching and rubbing his back, his neck, shoulders and scalp, he knows they are yours– raising bumps and making his body heat quickly up, but as an expression of your undoing, an action of love, not a reminder of his weakness, not a means to tell him, as if he didn’t already know– I could kill you in a moment and you would not move an inch.
Shuddering, Xiao quickly shoves the thought aside, forcing the whispers in his mind to subside. Kissing and biting and tasting, Xiao moves down what he reminds himself is your body, faster now with you already prepared for him, laying new love bites in places he’d previously neglected– on your shoulders, on your stomach, under the gentle sag of your breasts for what feels like hours.
You let out a shuddering cry above him, pressing into a spot on his back that has him keening and pressing his crotch to the mattress. He feels your thighs tighten around his shoulders, pillowy flesh dimpling with the force of your strength. Doggedly, Xiao grabs them, nails digging into your inner thighs as he prises them apart, tossing one leg over his shoulder, your heel colliding with his pants.
You whine, muscles tensing in frustration, and Xiao kisses the divots his nails left on you.
“Patience,” he murmurs, before landing another kiss, then two, then a warm, open mouthed one until he’s softly nibbling at flesh just about to connect to your labia, your thighs spread wide open for his comfort. His hair brushes against your poor, sopping cunt as he does so and you can’t help but buck your hips towards his face, a desperate groan bubbling in your throat. You’ve been played with for so long, left wide open against your lover that there’s sweat and slick slipping through your ass, dampening the sheets beneath you.
“My love,” you whimper softly, and Xiao blinks up at you, placing his chin on the soft arch of your belly. He makes an enquiring hum, and the rumble of his throat pressed so close to where you want him most makes you make yet another futile attempt at closing your legs. It is thwarted by his deceptively firm, splayed palms against your thighs.
“Could you please– god, there’s no reason for me to be shy about this.” You lift yourself on your elbows to shoot him a mock glare over your breasts. “Stop–”
“Shall we stop?”
Is he messing with you? There’s no way. You narrow your eyes as he blinks at you, looking so sincerely innocent that he’s most definitely guilty.
“No,” you say, gently tugging on a strand of his hair. “Just– please stop playing with me and– just get to it, please.”
“Get to where?” Xiao rubs his thumbs in soft, travelling arcs, inching closer and closer to your core, then further and further away. You whine, and he tilts his head. “Well?”
“To– oh, come on!”
“I won’t know unless you tell me.” He shrugs his shoulders with an elegance no mortal could muster. Your eyes catch on his tattoo for a moment, muscles flexing beneath, before you turn back to him, pleading now.
“Please,” you whimper, and watch as his eyes narrow, pupils once turning to slits, irises aglow. He tilts his head slightly sideways, wings tucked with the posture of a hunter, and you swear your cunt twitches embarrassingly, if the quick flick of his eyes means anything.
Xiao laces the fingers of one of his hands with your own, and lays a kiss on your knuckles. Before you can impatiently protest, he places your hand on his head, tightening your grip on the strands of his hair.
“Guide me,” he tells you, in a voice that suggests this to be non-negotiable. “Guide my head with your hands, and use your words to tell me–” his eyes flick down again as your lower lips clench around nothing. He looks at the ceiling, plainly swallowing, before meeting your eyes again. Despite yourself, you snicker at the blush smeared liberally across his face.
“You’re one to laugh,” he grumbles, which really does make you let out a laugh, warm and bright, and Xiao bites back his own to commit yours carefully to memory, to reminisce over on a cold day. It warms him instantly, sending hot spools of thread arcing all over him, and when you look down at him through the valley of your breasts, your lips curved into the most exquisite smile, Xiao wishes he could simply sink into you instead and kiss you till you were both utterly senseless.
But the wait makes the fruit taste sweeter, and Xiao’s dick throbs against his pants when he thinks of finally kissing you as he fucks into you.
Patience, he reminds himself as he brings his mouth lower and forgets what there even was to be patient about.
What else is he supposed to think of, when this is reward enough?
Xiao is gentle, methodical, at first– kissing and licking his way through the salty, tangy sweetness, a single calloused finger gently running through your slit, making it fall open for him. He surges forward quickly, tongue dampening his own lips in preparation when he’s checked by your fingers tightening gently around his hair, palms pressing against his forehead. You wonder if it’s just the warm lamplight, or if that really did make him redden further.
“Go slower,” you mumble, your face warm once more. “I’m– we’ll have to take a break if you don’t. I’m sensitive right now.”
Xiao’s lips part as he hums in answer, tongue flat against your slit as he quietly works it through. Feeling your fingers tangling in his hair, your soft thighs on either side, one of his hands going lower to press at the bulge in his trousers– it is overwhelming, your scent and warmth wrapping all round him like soft silk left out in the sun, tasting you on his tongue. His giant wings are no longer upright and alert, but twitchy and drooping, draped beautifully across your bed and onto the cool floor. The lamplight reflects off of his feathers, shooting glittering flecks of gold across the ceiling, and you focus on them in an attempt to steady your shuddering breaths.
In contrast to Xiao’s quiet, focused ministrations, you are a mess, fighting to keep your thighs spread open, desperately shoving and tugging Xiao, scratching his scalp and gripping his shoulders, your lips pursed and sealed shut in desperation.
Beneath your fingers, Xiao seems to be growing restless– one of his fingers has now softly crept into your cunt, and you tighten around him irately, to show you can fit far more. Huffing against you in amusement, Xiao obliges, sliding two slender fingers in, then three, before you can protest. His tongue prods gently at your clit as his fingers, experimentally stretch inside and your thighs tense again.
You feel Xiao shift against the mattress, once, twice. When you tear your eyes away from the ceiling and glance down at him, you’re met with the sight of Xiao desperately pressing his crotch against a pillow as he laps hungrily at you, fingers twisting inside, rubbing gently against your walls until they find that sensitive, spongy ridge that has your lips parting involuntarily to let out a low, keening whimper.
You slam your thighs around Xiao’s head, but he is relentless– and, you recall dizzily, not as in need of breath as you. You gasp and cry out as his fingers pump in and out of you in a steady rhythm, accompanied every so often with a soft, wet squelch.
His wings buffet excitedly as he sucks on your clit, first gently, then harder. You grunt as Xiao prises your thighs apart with his wings and holds you open beneath him. You’re helpless against his persistent, despotic onslaught, calculated to make you cry out for him.
There’s the distinct sensation of something climbing and rising inside of you, the webs wrapped around you bunching and twisting at your clit, vibrating and sending thrums of cool, yet quickly warming, sparking pleasure spasming throughout your body. A dam is quickly filling up inside of you, and you cry out when it spills, first slowly, before intense waves of pleasure slam into it and bring it crashing down. You let out a soft, keening whimper as Xiao continues to lap at you hungrily, you spasming around his still pumping fingers. There’s the warmth of an incoming ache in your muscles as your body seizes up. You grab at his hair in desperation, succeeding in only tugging him even closer, his nose pressing against your already sensitive clit. You mewl.
Your body is damp with sweat and weak with the force of your orgasm when Xiao slowly pushes himself on his knees, fingers– still slick with your cum– wresting the drawstring of his trousers undone. You see a damp spot on them, over his crotch, and weakly push yourself up as well, hypnotised.
You reach for him as he shucks off his remaining clothes, seated next to you, now bare. The entirety of the tattoo snaking along his hip and down to his pelvis is now visible.
“May I?” You whisper.
Xiao kisses you. “As tempted as I am,” he says, smoothing your hair back tenderly, “I am more tempted to…” he trails off.
You can’t help but smile. “So you wanna fuck?”
Xiao covers his mouth with a hand, soft pinks blooming across his neck and ears. Compared to you, littered in maroon and pink marks, Xiao is blemishless. You trace your fingers along his collarbone, and he leans into you. “Vulgar creature,” he grumbles, but there’s no bite to it at all.
You shrug. “You just ate me out, dearest, so you don’t get to talk.”
Xiao tips his head up to the heavens, as though begging them for mercy. You kiss his neck as he does, bringing your palms up to his shoulders, gently pressing him back on the bed as you do. Xiao makes a low, rumbling purr, deep in his throat as you kiss and suck on a soft spot, just above the dip in his clavicle.
Breaking away after a few moments, you survey your handiwork– a lovely little love bite, there to ward off… Well, nobody. Xiao is yours, just as you are his, and you both know it.
Drooling at the thought of Xiao littered in scores of these little marks, you give a dreamy sigh, and Xiao snorts in amusement.
“What wretched thoughts are you conjuring now?” He asks, and you stick out your tongue in response.
“You still haven’t answered my question, by the way,” you instead recall, a wicked smile spreading across your lips like a crack in a mistreated dalgona candy. The only difference Xiao can find is that your smiles are far, far sweeter– a sharp contrast to your roguish actions.
“You know my answer,” he retorts, suddenly shy. He knows it is foolish, to be bashful now, of all times– with you seated on his lap, his cock upright between your bellies, his swollen lips still varnished with your arousal. But perhaps that's the cause, the reason he's suddenly glancing away, flushed, and you laugh softly, kissing his cheek once, then again, and again. Xiao turns his head to intercept them with his lips, but you pull away, smiling mischievously. He heaves a long-suffering sigh.
“Well,” you say, shrugging. “I do know your answer, but you know, you can never be too sure. Maybe you don't want to wear the mawashi–”
“I–”
“Unless you tell me,” you snicker, pressing even closer to him, his cock squished between the two of you, “I won't know.”
Xiao exhales softly. When he speaks, his words are grave, dignified.
“I do not wish to wear the mawashi,” he states, cracking a fond smile at your giggles. “As for your question… the answer is yes. Please.”
You tilt your head thoughtfully. “I seem to have forgotten what the question– mpfh–”
Breaking away from the kiss, Xiao grumbles– “I could make you recall it,” before diving back in. Your legs twitch once more.
You pull away for a moment to lift yourself up slightly, panting. He sees a thin string of saliva pull taut between your mouths before it snaps, catching on your lip and across your chin as it falls. Xiao rubs it away, cradling your jaw in one hand and your ass in the other, thumb caressing on your lower lip. Tugging it open, he kisses you, breathless, groaning deep in his chest as you grind down on his length.
Archons. This man is incorrigible. He’s doing it again– insistently pressing his warm, warm mouth to yours, setting you ablaze, making you dizzy and breathless with every lazy, tender kiss. Xiao’s hand supports the back of your head, but gently enough that you could simply pull away if you wanted. You don’t.
You whine as he eventually pulls away, hand shifting lower and lower until he’s gripping your ass in both of his palms and looking up at you with the most pleading, beseeching eyes. He looks so much like a lost puppy that you smile immediately, and he presses his face into your sternum with a lowly whispered please.
And so when your hands push him gently back till he’s splayed before you, Xiao considers this predicament entirely his fault– beheld in the soft lights of the lamps on either side of the room, crouched and descending over him, your hair a mess– strands unevenly framing your familiar, cherished face. Xiao hurriedly swallows and evens his breaths.
Your lips are swollen and soft and his eyes follow as your tongue darts over them to wet them in preparation. With his wings splayed out on either side, you have no choice but to lay your palms directly on him as you sit atop him– on his chest, his shoulders. Mistaking his flusteredness for anxiety, you squeeze his shoulder comfortingly.
“Is this okay?” You ask, and he’s breathless at the sight of you, beautiful and luminous and warm, and atop him, for the Archons’ sakes. His eyes drop from your face to trace the constellations of marks he’s left atop you and he’s embarrassed to be subsequently checked by your gentle, enquiring– “Xiao?”
Xiao coughs, looking more sheepish than you’ve ever seen him. He’s exquisite like this– the downy undersides of his wings splayed on either side of him, his body sweaty and flushed, eyes looking up at you from underneath those feathery lashes. His soft expression at odds with his lucent, gold gaze.
There’s that perfect little hickey, proud and conspicuous against his neck. His nipples are beautifully upright, perfect little buds for you to reduce him to a mess with his consent.
Sweet, dignified Xiao looks so debauched right now, after barely anything, and you’re unsure how you’ll ever explain away your joy about it to even yourself. He’s just so pretty.
When you tell him that, tucking a strand of hair behind his ears, your voice awash with sincere admiration, Xiao blushes more than he has this whole time. He is so impossibly soft that you cannot resist gently kissing him, his erection still probing your belly, and he becomes even softer when he tells you quietly that you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.
And, Xiao thinks, you become prettier still when you thank him with the sweetest smile, your mischief thankfully vanishing for a moment when you kiss him again. And when, between kisses you ask him– “may I?” Reaching for his cock with your gentle fingers, all Xiao can do is nod with a fervor that he can't even find in himself to be embarrassed of anymore.
You run your fingertip along the tip just as you kiss him and he gasps in your mouth, trembling beneath you. When you nibble gently on his tongue, for once it is his turn to catch his breath. You catch his lips in yours again as his hands take your waist in an almost bruising grip. Wrapping your fingers around his cockhead in response, you run your thumb over the length of a vein running along its underside, and Xiao breaks away from the kiss to just look at you, wide eyed, his pupils mere pinpricks against massive golden disks.
You’re both rubbing off on one another in more ways than one, you deliriously think as he tugs you closer, pressing down on your hips to make you grind down against him. He’s becoming as impatient as you now, bucking and whining– but suddenly he falls still again, instead tipping his head obligingly for you to trail kisses along it better.
Years of knowing him have made figuring his moods out your expertise– and therefore, knowing full well that this is some part of Xiao feeling guilt for indulging, you carry on, sensing he’ll be swept back in the act eventually.
Your guess is soon proven correct– you’re midway through tasting his exhilaration in the harried pulse of his throat when Xiao suddenly presses his mouth to yours, groaning softly against your lips– “please– I c–” before breaking off and lifting you up. You gasp, but quickly catch on, aligning his cockhead with your cunt as he gently, gently lowers you down– or at least, you try to. Being more than sufficiently lubricated, you end up falling down it with a soft squelch. Xiao purrs, eyes narrowed to slits with pleasure and you whimper at the sudden push inside. Xiao adjusts his grip on your hips as you rock yourself, feeling him shift more comfortably inside of you. You can’t tell if your mind is playing tricks on you or not, but you swear he’s far warmer than a normal man, heating up your insides deliciously. You let out a trembling exhale.
“Pretty one?” Xiao murmurs, nuzzling into your neck, and you return to your senses once more as he nibbles and licks gently at the bruises he’s already littered across you. “Is this alright?”
“Alright– doesn’t–” you gasp when Xiao sits up straighter and the base of his cock presses further up against your clit. “Doesn’t cut it,” you finish weakly as he kisses a line back up your jaw to once again meet your lips with his own. Years ago, you swore to yourself that Xiao’s fondness for kisses would be your undoing, and you are entirely too delighted in knowing that you were right all along. Bracing a hand on Xiao’s shoulder and the other on his chest, you begin to rock yourself slowly, building momentum. Xiao allows himself to be pushed back against the mess of pillows and you’re pleased that for once, somehow, he’s allowing you to take care of him instead.
Unbeknownst to you, what’s persuaded Xiao is the sight of you, sweaty and warm, your hair a messy cascade, and your breasts, soft and marked and bouncing deliciously.
Earlier he could only play with them, tug at them– but with you upright and leaning into him, he’s free to reach up with his fingers and cup them in his palms, to rub his fingers over your nipples and squish and knead the warm, damp, soft flesh. He’s unreasonably enchanted by the fact that like this, your nipples are far slower to pucker, no matter how much he tugs and teases and suckles on them. When he does successfully get them to wrinkle, a few soft squeezes have them smoothing out again. You moan above him as he continues to play with you with one hand, the other bringing you closer with an arm round your waist. His trembling fingers rub circles into your sweaty hips, and he keens into your chest when you drag your nails over his shoulders and bring your fingers to his nipples in pleasure-tinted vengeance.
You push him further down on his back, wiping away a string of drool off your chin with a wrist. Slowing your bouncing to a punishing grind, you wrap your lips around one of Xiao’s hardened nipples and he groans, the vibrations somehow echoing in your mind, against your mouth, pushing you into a frenzied haze.
Xiao twitches and cries out beneath you, gasping and groaning prettily, warm fingers pressing into your back to somehow keep you close even as the stimulation makes him buck his body up against you, once, twice, before he stills himself to a tremor, his shaking wings sounding like wind through a meadow– a potent reminder of his immortality.
That’s what makes it all the sweeter when, once your movements become sluggish, mortal limbs feeling the burning ache of tiredness, Xiao flips you carefully onto your back and begins fucking into you, panting mouth open and eyes narrowed. It almost feels like he’s telling you– let me take over now. A droplet of sweat makes its way out of his hair, over to his forehead and you wipe it away. Xiao hooks one of your thighs tighter round his waist as he steadily speeds up until you're whimpering and reaching a hand lower and lower, over your breasts and your belly to your clit, rubbing it with your trembling fingers. The fiery heat already trickling steadily in your stomach builds into a cascade again. You steady your breaths in preparation when–
Xiao snatches your hand up in his own and throws it selfishly over his shoulder. You cry out, preparing to incoherently scold him when his slender fingers replace your own, rubbing soft motions around your clit, teasing and building and oh dear god, it's so good, it’s so good–
It's taking everything in Xiao to not come instantly as he hears you babble on and on about how good you feel, and how beautiful he is, and Archons you're a mess beneath him, pliant and soft and sweeter than anything he's tasted before. What's a sweet dream to his eager, dissolute beloved, coming undone in his arms? Your sweet voice has him crying and rasping back, telling you how good you feel and how beautiful you are and how if he could have his way, this moment would never end.
You let out a shuddering gasp as he finally rubs his fingers over your clit, cock twitching inside of you and feeling white hot now, far warmer than before. He's struggling now, he really is, to keep his thrusts rhythmic and be good for you but by everything that has ever existed, you are so perfect, your hair sprawled out on your pillow in loose coils, looking like wisps of incense smoke unfurling in the breeze, your soft fingers caressing the scratches on his back and cupping his cheeks.
The experience is overwhelming, all engulfing. Xiao’s heightened senses feel like they’ve been dropped directly into a vat of the keenest pleasure he’s ever known. He can smell every inch of you– your scent, your sweat, your soft arousal, the remnants of your perfume and lotion leaving the barest of bitter aftertastes against his tongue when he tastes your skin. Your cries wrap around him like satin, and he half wishes you would stop because it’s all becoming nearly too much, and he can’t go on much longer, threads of pleasure beginning to spool near his very spine now, making his hips stutter against your ass as your walls flutter around him with his every touch and caress, his weak fingers still circling and rubbing your clit.
It’s a wonder you’ve lasted this long, too– he can see you doing your damndest to regain control of your breaths, chest heaving, wanting to stay on the precipice of pleasure for as long as you can. Your fingers tremble as they scrabble for purchase over his shoulders and he nearly cums then, snapping his wings in two quick beats to press up closer to you, leaving no space between the two of you for a long moment before beginning to thrust again, slower but harder this time, grinding into you as he does.
“X– iao I’m going–”
“I know. I– know.”
Grabbing onto Xiao’s face, you tug him closer for a kiss and he responds with slow, breathless hunger. The newly lain, white-hot webs of pleasure against your skin tighten first at your crotch, then your spine and finally onto themselves as your orgasm shoots through you, slipping out of your grasp, uncontrolled and all consuming. You cry out, clenching tightly around Xiao as he fucks weakly into you, engulfed in waves of his own pleasure. You wrap your hands round his back, pulling him ever closer. Xiao’s fingers don’t leave you for a second, although his entire body shudders as he sinks himself to the hilt inside of you, crying out against your mouth, hot breaths mingling with yours. Your slowly receding orgasm flares wildly again when you feel unnaturally warm liquid thoroughly fill your insides and spill past his cock, dripping steadily down your ass. You spasm again.
All you can do is gasp for breath, electric aftershocks still coursing through you as Xiao stills above you, carefully adjusting his trembling body so you can breathe better. He rests his cheek gently against your chest as he pulls out. Your breath hitches when he’s all the way out and you’re left empty, sporadically tightening around nothing.
Xiao regains his breaths first– you know it when he exhales softly against you, chest moving evenly now, although his pulse still races. You lift up a weak hand to gently stroke his cheek. Your body feels almost as though it were cooling in the wake of your lovemaking, joints loose and lashes heavy and all of a sudden, you are gripped by the desire to sleep.
“My love?” You murmur into Xiao’s hair, because he’s been silent for a while now. The room feels bigger and quieter somehow, although it still is warm and the air is tinged with the smell of sex. “Is everything alright?”
Xiao kisses your sternum for a soft, lingering moment before hoisting himself carefully up and off of you. You survey his face carefully and he raises an elegant eyebrow at the searching look on yours.
“I am well,” Xiao tells you quietly as he tugs you up so you’re seated leaning into him. He wraps his arms and wings round you, cocooning you in layers of affection as he presses his forehead to your temple. You nuzzle into him, even sleepier now.
“Don’t sleep just yet,” Xiao chides, sounding suddenly alert. You grumble softly, something about work and an annoying early bird when he scoffs and lifts you off the bed, bringing you to the bathroom. “Freshen up first.”
“You’re mean,” you grumble, swaying a bit on your feet. Your legs are immensely sore from bouncing yourself up and down on Xiao’s lap– the memory makes you reel even more, and Xiao steadies you, arms wrapping round your waist.
“And you’re mortal,” he reminds, voice firm but gentle. When you turn to roll your eyes at him, you see him surveying you now with a searching look.
You blink. “What is it?”
Xiao flutters eyelashes– skies, he’s gorgeous– in surprise. “Ah,” he says, in the sheepish tones of someone who knows they’re caught. “Earlier… you mentioned sex was supposed to be fun.” Xiao tips his head slightly with feigned nonchalance. You don’t know why he tries, when you know him well enough to catch every silly, earnest lie.
“So I merely wondered if you did have fun. That is all.”
When your eyes widen at the question, Xiao’s shoulders tense a bit. And when, a moment later, you beam and tell him yes, it was, he is gripped by relief so powerful he visibly relaxes, shoulders settling and wings tucking back.
When you reach out to hold his face in your palms, Xiao voluntarily tips his face closer. And when you ask if he had fun too, he tells you softly– yes, he did.
✦—————————————✦
Xiao is quick to freshen up and leave the bathroom, drying himself off hurriedly with anemo, splattering drops of water all over the shower. You let him go, scrubbing yourself at a far more leisurely pace– maybe he needs to be alone for a moment, or maybe he needs a snack. No matter. The warm water coursing over your body makes your bruises sing with stings, but you like being reminded of them, of him.
You’re still smiling to yourself when you step into your bedroom, towel wrapped around you when you see Xiao has been busy with, clad similarly in nothing but a towel– fresh sheets, the bed laid out as you like it, a couple bottles of water ready for you. He’s currently drawing the curtains open and you sigh pleasedly when the cool ocean breeze fooling around Liyue harbour slips inside, cooling the room instantly. The lamps have been turned off, but it matters not when the moon herself illuminates your home with her silvery fingers reaching in through your window.
Padding over, you hug Xiao, uncaring of the open window– it’s pretty high up and opens to the harbour so no one can really peek in, and besides, it’s so late now that only the Pearl Galley is awake, tossing sunny bunches of warm light onto the twinkling waves around her. The harbour is quiet, so for once all you hear is the ocean and the wind, and Xiao’s soft breaths by your ear.
Xiao wraps his arms round you as you lean into him again, yawning. Something about being near your beloved makes you instantly sleepy– knowing he is safe and close, knowing he’s right there when you reach out for him in the night.
You slide into bed, not bothering to get dressed and open your arms, flicking your fingers in a universal come here gesture. Xiao clambers into them, plumy lashes downcast, a quiet, stifled yawn on his lips.
You tug him atop you and he lays there without protest for once, tucking his head cozily under your chin, his cheek pressed to your chest. His wings are draped on either side of him, swathed across the bed in elegant arcs that end on the floor. You kiss his hair.
There’s a lot you want to ask him– there’s a lot you wish to talk about, but your body yearns for the heavy caresses of sleep and you yield unwillingly, head lolling slightly sideways as your consciousness leaves you.
Xiao, on the other hand, is unable to fall asleep just yet.
His body is tired, and fleecy tendrils of comfort weigh him down, pin him to you– but no matter how hard he tries, his heart just won’t stop racing and his eyes won’t shut. One of the little bruises on your chest is right in his line of sight and not quite knowing why, Xiao brushes his fingers across it gently. He can remember every moment of your coupling, and he remembers this love bite, made mere moments before his memories caught up with him, cloaking him in panic, choking him with fear.
He still couldn’t puzzle out what it was that terrified him so. He knew for certain that it was you beneath him– your gentle hands in his hair that he asked to guide him– but oh, you didn’t, did you? Not really, save for when you simply requested him to go a bit slower.
He doesn’t know why it fills him with so much warmth.
Perhaps what scared him was just the mistaken familiarity of the situation, although Xiao now knows they are more different than the sky and the earth. Your hands are gentle, not heavy and forceful and demanding. You do not rejoice in his terror– you worry with him instead.
He shuts his eyes, remembering when you tugged him up and against you, so instantly willing to set aside your pleasure in the face of his presumed pain. Pulled him out of the shallows before he could even get in waist deep. With you, he realises, there was never a danger of him losing his footing and drowning. He wonders how you even noticed his distress so fast– caught up in his pleasure and anxiety about potentially disappointing you, even he hadn’t.
He wishes his master didn’t haunt him the way she did, her heavy hands wrapping round his neck even in death. Truth be told he can hardly remember her– he was so young, and it was so long ago that both time and age have washed away most lingering memories, although now he realises his terror remains, chipped by years past but stubbornly present.
When you pulled him up and against your chest, it felt like he was quite literally being torn out of his master’s– no, the old god’s clutches, and being held safely in yours.
He wonders what he’s ever done to even begin to deserve you.
What he believes in more and more with every passing day though, is that you really do love him. That you won’t leave him– that you are eager to help bear his burdens, that you are willing to engage in the repetitive trouble of wiping away his tears, kissing his cheeks to assuage his fears.
Reassured by the knowledge that the dip of your collarbones would cradle his cheek regardless of what may come, Xiao finally shuts his eyes, letting sleep take him.
Before it does though, he whispers softly against your resting form.
“Good night, my love. Sleep well.”
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The adeptus looked forward to when you’d call his name and it always left him wondering what the next scene to unfold would be when you’d summon him again. One time it was just because you missed him, another time you were in slight danger and he assisted you, and the other day you had called his name just so he could enjoy the setting sun over the mountains with you for a brief moment. Xiao was always at the edge of his seat waiting to hear your voice, even when tending to his own duties his thoughts still trailed off to you as your whereabouts— but he knew if you needed him, that you’d call his name in a time of need.
Oh, how foolishly innocent was your adeptus.
It’s a slip of the tongue, the letters of his name leaving your lips in a symphony as your voice rises in pitch and the sight before him stuns him completely. Was this really a time of urgent need from him? He was torn between leaving or staying, eyes stuck on your figure splayed out in your bed, sheets wrinkled up and a hand gripping at the mattress between as if it would stabilize you. Your other hand is low between warm and trembling thighs, two fingers pushing in and tugging out in a fast motion and your palm bumping the puffy pearl beneath it that he can’t get a peak of.
His breath is caught in his throat, fingers twitching by his sides as he’s unmovingly in place yet his legs move on their own until his knees bump against the edge of the bed. It’s as if you have a sudden sense of keen hearing, gasping as your eyes that were squeezed shut now open widely and stare at him in horror of being caught. You hide yourself, hand outstretched over the expanse of your bare pussy that oozes arousal as you back up from him to create distance until you hit the bed frame behind you. You aren’t sure what to say, embarrassment and confusion clouding your hazy mind and you can’t help the wanting stare you’re giving him in the mix of all of it.
You lift your other arm to hide your face in, legs propped up and close to your chest as you bury your face in your inner elbow and whine out in embarrassment. There’s a shift in the air even if you try to ignore it. The bed dips in front of you and you squeeze yourself closer, hand over your most sensitive area as a form of barrier or shield to hide yourself from his view, but you’re well aware he’s already seen too much as is and you don’t know how long he’s been there watching either.
“Is that what you need me for?” His voice is against your ear, breaths fanning over your temple but you’re too nervous of the heat pooling in your stomach to lift your head and look at him. There’s a newfound growl on the edge of his voice that seems to be shaky, there’s restraint in his tone and you don’t want to think about the way it makes you feel.
You don’t answer him, hiding your face further in the crook of your inner elbow as you hum in response, body tenses up and your response isn’t one of affirmation or denial simply just acknowledgement of the words that left his lips. Your body is so trembly, his gaze drops to your exposed chest being hidden under your arm and he reaches up hesitantly, grabbing at your forearm with gentleness before tugging it from you and you don’t fight back despite your arm being your only cover from his eyes. His other hand shakily cups your cheek, it's soft and warm under his touch and it makes him take a trembling breath.
Your eyes open slowly and look up at him, glassy and pupils blown wide as you take deep breaths. You looked… Cute. His hand moves from your cheek to your chin, holding it between his thumb and index to keep your eyes on his. His gaze makes you feel as if you’re unable to hide yourself, completely bare under his watchful eyes that seem to drink you up with a hesitantly curious want you’ve never seen in those golden eyes of his.
“Let me help you,” He breathes out, voice and body stiff as if he’s unsure of the words leaving his own mouth and what they entail. Your shoulders slump, a sigh leaving you as he pushes you back until you’re laying on the bed again. “Tell me, where do you need me?”
It’s so embarrassing, Archons is it embarrassing. Your heart is fluttering in your chest and your lungs feel heavy as if it’s hard to breathe with the weight of it all. You swallow dryly, “H-here,” You whisper the word shyly, taking his hand that was gripped onto your forearm and dragging it lower until his cold fingers brush along your thighs making you gasp at the ticklish feeling.
“Here?” His hand parts your legs, eyes raking down your bare figure and he would be lying if he said his mouth wasn’t pooling with saliva at the sight of you so vulnerable and on display. The moonlight casts you in a milky glow and you looked utterly ethereal.
You nod before gasping sharply as the pass of his calloused fingers bump your clit, his eyes flick up to yours as if searching for signs of pain but all he sees is eyes beggingly staring back. He swallows thickly, looking back down at the mess that awaited him and without thinking he moves himself until his head is situated between your warm thighs. There’s a certain heat radiating off this area that’s calling to him, the sight of your glistening pussy makes his dick embarrassingly hard against the mattress that he subtly grinds into.
He lolls his tongue out, looking up at you as if waiting for some sort of guidance and you bring a hand to his hair, gripping at the strands which seems to be all the reasoning he needs before lowering his head until his tongue makes contact with your sweetness. He moans against you immediately, guttural sound as his eyes nearly roll back in his skull and his eyes flutter shut as he becomes more eager. His tongue flicks between your folds, long strips up and down between diving into your clenching hole and the sounds you make only encourage his actions more.
His whimpery moans were something you could only fantasize of hearing, the vibrations of his sounds hitting your clit and making you tug on his hair harder. “X-Xiao !—” “Say my name again.” It’s a command, muffled against your sticky pussy with the edge of a growl to it as he stares up into your eyes and just that alone pushes at the hotness boiling in your stomach.
“Xiao— haah, ngh, X-Xia— ooh !” Your eyes roll back, mouth hung open when he latches onto your clit, sucking hard and moaning against your slick skin and it’s just too much, so much at once that you can’t voice when you’re close. The words are caught in your throat as you choke on a sob of his name. Your body feels like it’s on fire, muscles tensing up and spasming as you throw your head back and tug him closer against your pussy as your high rolls off you in red-hot waves.
You’re panting, blinking through blurry vision before you feel his lips latched onto your clit again. You squeal and try to push him off you but his hands grab at your hips and pull you closer. You look down at him, his hips digging into the mattress beneath as he groans against your messy skin, flicking his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“‘m not done,” He gasps, pressing a messy kiss to your puffy pearl. His pupils are dilated and his eyes are half-lidded, glued onto your face and the expressions you make. He releases you with a heavy pant, “I want to do it again. I want to make you come quicker.” The words are so explicit to your ears, making your face feel warm to the touch, hair sticking to your forehead as you try to catch your breath.
Your fingers tug at tuffs of his hair and he nearly comes in his pants at the tingling sense of slight pain it causes. His fingers dig into your plush flesh before diving his tongue back down across your cunt that oozes cum for him to lap at. “‘m not done ‘til you’re satisfied.” The words make your brain mushy in your skull, heading lolling back as you whimper and moan, arching off the bed as you feel another knot pulled tight in your stomach. His name slips off your lips again, and it won’t be the last time he hears his name fall from your pretty mouth tonight.
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pretty boys who stare up at you while they suck you off or eat you out, kneeling between your legs like they worship you. just show him he’s making you feel good. his hands tremble where they lay resting on your thighs as cum from your previous orgasms drip down his chin. his lips stay parted as he takes in shaky and desperate breaths, waiting for your next instruction. he looks at you through lust ridden eyes like you are all he’ll ever need and all he’ll ever even begin to want. he doesn’t even try to get off or touch himself even though his cock is red and sore and dripping precum onto his thighs. he wouldn’t dare ask. all he needs is to see you in pleasure. so he keeps eye contact with you, promising you with each flutter of his eyelashes that he’s devoted to you and only you. he always will be. all you need to do is tell him he’s yours.
you're so stuffed full it hurts, the blunt heaviness of scaramouche pressing mercilessly against your deepest point, first feeling like a gentle sharpness seeping into your cunt, bit by bit— alas now, brutally expanding into a thick dagger that teared through you, making your stomach flutter and your legs kick weakly around his waist.
the wreckage between your bodies was sickening, disgustingly filthy, yeah? with the sheets soaked, your thighs sticky and spent, every sinful sound echoing the endless hours he'd spent splitting you open, filling you past the point of reason, his cum leaking from your overstretched hole, smearing wet and hot across your thighs and down to soak into the dampened sheets.
now, scaramouche suddenly doesn't let up and you're wondering if he's spent his entire energy already, yet he stops thrusting out of you completely and doesn't let you move either, instead, he just holds you there, wraps his arms around your frail body which was still impaled so deep you swear you could feel the furious throb of his cock even in your lungs.
scaramouche presses his mouth to your ear, panting ragged and uneven, a broken little laugh clawing free— high and breathless as you knew it, almost delirious with how good you felt squeezing around him, "can i stay like this, please? you're so perfect, so perfect around me, i could stay like this forever— fuck, watch you fall apart without even fucking moving," as your body clenches down, taking him, another hot gnaw of your walls gushing around him turning the man on fire as scaramouche shudders like he's about to lose what little sanity he has left.
⚝ XIAO
you can feel it— the stretch of xiao grinding himself inside you, the crushing pressure too, fuck, the way he's buried to the hilt of your cunt right now, so violently heavy it felt like he's splitting you open at the seams, surely wanting you to properly go through his girth and memories its entire shape.
you can feel every fevered twitches of him too, the way his cock thickens inside your spasming walls and the veins on his length hardening, deepening into your swollen walls until they painfully scratch you, although forever locked in place by the desperate squeeze of your body.
xiao's breath stutters against your shoulder, his sharp teeth scraping your skin as he's too far gone to be gentle with you anymore, your slick dripping between your bodies, pooling a filthy mixture under you both as every time you even attempt to breathe, your hips flinch upwards, sparking another molten jolt of overstimulation that made your toes curl and your gut tighten painfully.
"i can't—" xiao chokes out, voice breaking, but he doesn't move, cannot move, you hear him? the man just stays buried in you, shaking when you play with the hair sticking to his forehead as your warm pussy begins to milk him in slow, unbearable pulses that made both of your heads spin endlessly.
⚝ KINICH
kinich's too big, yeah, that's it, and frankly? it's a miracle how you even took him at all, your whole pussy burning from the stretch as he bullies inch after inch into you— to well, yeah he fit everything inside your cunt of course, there was nothing that the man sought more after other than relishing in the wetness of your constricting flesh moulding to his warmth.
you're overflowing of pressure and your back arches at the mindless spasms of his cock, every lazy throb of his thickness inside you and even worse? whenever kinich slightly repositioned his hips, he'd indirectly grind into your sweet spot deeper, branding you from the inside out.
kinich's breath hitches, his mouth trailing messily down your jaw as he whispers broken, worshipful nonsense against your fevered skin as his cum spills out of you with every tiny shift of your hips, thick and hot and endless— yet he only moans lowly into your neck, cradling your hips to his like he's afraid you'll pull away.
your stomach feels heavy from all of it— thick and weighted with his cock bulging in you as if somebody would continuously press down on your lower stomach in order to have you so very stuffed, on the verge of cumming.
your thighs jerk and seize around his narrow waist, his pelvis muscle tensed so tight it's like your body was trying to trap him and keep him forever, or, hm devour him whole perhaps?
every flutter of your overstimulated walls pulsed a broken sound out of your boyfriend, "stay, baby, stay—" kinich gasps against your mouth with a voice so raw it broke apart, forehead crushed to yours like he's drowning, like if he lets go of you for even a second, he'll be ripped out of you and lost forever, "please, i can't— i can't be anywhere else but inside you, don't make me leave."
⚝ KAZUHA
who could've imagined you'd be left gasping like this, half-choked and frail, twisted up in the brutal shape kazuha had folded you into— with your breath snagging, lungs burning, every heartbeat a dizzy pulse between your legs where he refused to let up, refused to let you go.
you can't think, it's impossible— not when he's seated so deep it felt like he's branded something inside your walls, a black hole carved inside your stomach that only aches for him, the blunt head of his cock catching again and again against your fragile, delicate place that left you flinching and gasping for more, truly lost to the slow, helpless spasms of your own body losing control.
your thighs quivered violently, wasted of his movements, clutching around his waist in a desperate, mindless bid to keep him buried inside— to keep things brutal too, the searing stretch of his cock pressing against your sore, slippery walls which were addicted to how he felt.
every breath hitched on the throbbing swell, on the way your body reacted around the thick, unrelenting weight still seated deep inside your pussy— with every twitch and turn, hot, viscous drips of cum ooze from your hole which only made you clench harder, wanting to be full forever, like your body could mold itself around him only if you begged hard enough.
kazuha's hands tremble where they cradle your face, like he's terrified he'll shatter you if he moves as his forehead presses to yours now, breath broken and stuttering, "you feel so good, it hurts," he whispers against the shell of your ear, as if confessing a dirty secret.
his hips continue to twitch helplessly yet he does not pull out, enjoying the warm tightness of your pussy, yet another wet spill floods into you when you realize he's cum again, your hole milking him hard in response as kazuha groans out your name through a husky tune, like your body alone could tear the soul right out of him.
thinking about waking up xiao after you have a minor nightmare, not wanting to be alone, and he pulls you closer and drops soft, sleepy kisses along your shoulders as he tugs the straps of your camisole down, murmuring about how he’ll “put you back to sleep.”
the gentle scrape of his teeth against your skin, kissing all the way up your neck as his hands slide up your thighs to rest on your hips as you grind up against him, knees bending to keep him between your legs (as if you have any real power over the mighty yaksha — or any physical power, at least. he’s absolutely smitten with you either way) while you grope at his arms and whine for him.
and him cooing at you, just the tiniest bit smug at how little it takes in your drowsy state to get you worked up, so pliant and needy for him with so little provocation. “shh. i’ll give you anything you want — exactly what you want. just say you’ll be good for me.”
you can huff and sigh his name into his mouth and collarbone as much as you want (believe me, he takes a quiet pride in it), but all he does is chuckle, breath tickling your neck when he presses another few chaste kisses to your cheek, your jaw, your neck. he won’t budge, won’t let his hands wander any farther than your rocking hips until he hears you plead in his ear. “i’ll be good. promise i’ll be good.”
you can feel the hum in his chest, the warmth of his lips as he kisses you again, soft and wet and messy like he’s got all the time in the world. “that’s my angel, always so good for me.” his praise lights something in your stomach, and the feeling only grows when his strong hands lock under your thighs and lift them, press them up, up, up until you’re practically holding your knees to your chest.
it’s vulnerable, your soft skin under his hands like lovingly molded clay, like you’re an artifact on display for him. the way he’s looking at you, you very well might be. you feel…open, in a way that you wouldn’t like had it been anyone else with you. but not with xiao. with xiao, you feel loved. revered, adored in ways that only he can bring out from you.
the surrounding darkness is soft, the faint moonlight like a hug in the small abyss of your bedroom. you whisper his name into it like a prayer when his fingers finally slip between your legs, one hand still steady on your hip as the other meets your slick skin. you lift you hips to meet the touch, feeling so much from such little contact. he smiles against your skin, brows furrowing and lashes fluttering on your collar as he sighs. “that’s it. you like that, don’t you? going to sleep so good after this.”
he keeps you drawn out like that for just a little longer, cherishing every whine and gasp as you writhe underneath him. he can feel the sleep leeching back into your body, feel your limbs heavy under him as your body melts like chocolate left in the sun.
so he decides to finally give you what you want (after all, you said you’d be good for him, and he did promise), so he sighs as loud as he dares when he leans his full weight against you, hips flush with the backs of your thighs as you cry out. the sting of your nails digging into his biceps is delicious, shivers running up his spine as he sinks as deep as you allow.
you look like an angel, hair spread out like a halo on the pillow beneath you and blissed out expression on your face. taking all of him, inch by inch, like an angel. whispering his name like a prayer, like a mantra, like an angel. if he believed in heaven, this would be it.
your body sinks deeper into the mattress with every rock of his hips against you, your mouth parted into the most beautiful ‘o’ as you fumble for purchase on the sheets, on his arms, trail your nails down his shoulders. he swallows your every moan, soft cry, gasps of hitched breath. watches your eyes flutter shut as you come undone beneath him, the quiet “ah, ah, ah”s punctuated by a soft but present “xiao!” as your legs lock around his stuttering hips.
smiles when you relax your vice grip on him, falling back into the sheets as your eyes remain closed, holding out fatigue-heavy arms for him as you mumble a sleepy plea for him to come here. he cradles your tired body to him, lips pressed to your forehead as he cleans you up a little, just enough for you to sleep comfortably (as if you’re not half-passed-out on his shoulder already). the last thing he hears before your soft snoring is a mumbled “g’night. love you.”
he doesn’t care to wake you up any earlier than noon come the next morning.
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Below: rambling, cockwarming-ish, slight sub space(?) kind of, Xiao being fucking whipped, AFAB+Enby Venti
Okay but I can literally see Xiao’s favorite time during sex, not actually being during it, but afterwards. When Venti still has this dazed look on their face, hands scrambling for some type of post-coital comfort, Xiao’s cock still buried deep inside of them and his arms either already, or soon thereafter going to wrap around them and pull them close. The way they whine at almost any movement, Xiao immediately hushing them with apologies and kisses. Venti’s brain feels comfortably fuzzy at this time, their chest bursting with just immense trust and love for their lover as they can feel their hair being stroked. Their eyes are still wet with tears of pleasure despite being half lidded and on the verge of sleep, as well as their pouty lips still reddened and plumped from Xiao’s passionate kisses moments earlier. Xiao just lets them stay put, either pulling them to lay on his chest if he was riding Xiao previously, or softly encasing them overtop if it was Xiao who decided to blow their back out that night. Either way, complete with a bow-like protective hold that screamed with a feverish volume; “MINE!”
Xiao would coo at Venti every time they shuddered from the post-orgasm twitches, the ones Xiao literally could feel inside of them, swallowing their whines with a gentle kiss, Venti’s still fuzzy head only registering the safety and comfort they felt in that moment. It was something truly they could only trust Xiao with. That feeling of being entirely reliant on him for even but a moment. And it was something Xiao came to cherish, especially given Venti’s independent nature. To finally be relied on, and not only that, but to have the privilege of seeing this side of Venti? Was not something he’d wanna take for granted. Not one bit. He wanted to keep them in this blissful state for as long as he could since he was aware of how short it lasted, oftentimes just a minute or two, but after discussing it with them as well, he knew how good it felt for his lover as well. Which is why he’d take extra attention to be gentle with his words, soft with his kisses, and protective with his hold. He would often whisper to them very simple but reassuring things, such as; “don’t worry, I’m here my baby…” “you did so good, so good for me. Such a good angel…” “I love you more than words could tell… you’re so beautiful, fuck…” “my poor baby can barely stay awake? Hm? It’s okay, rest, my songbird, I’ll still be here…”
