your boyfriend wriothesley's touch is so soft— featherlight and how you'd imagine clouds would feel like under your fingertips.
and it makes your stomach squeeze together when he smirks against your lips as he catches you push up his clothed erection for a little pleasure, a silverness of pitchy noises and his deep, almost frightening groans diffusing the tension in the air, protecting you both as you whine out his name in a desperate cry— whilst, you know his teasing nature by now yet his only response to that was a chuckle, a little taunting, guttural and unhurried, his hidden cock remaining heavy against your naked core.
it hurts when wriothesley teases you in such mean way, it has you bite your lower lip in hopes you‘d be able to shut yourself up for good, so you wouldn‘t feed into his jesting— at the same time, your pussy burns ever so slightly when he fondles with your body while you're only waiting for him to take you, he touches you like you’re made out of chiffon and delicate silk, a slow twitch swelling through your aching core and all the way down to your puffy pussy fluttering around nothing.
the pleasure and repeated burn of his pants rub across your folds, and with ease, it outweighs the pain of waiting when he begins to grind his clothed, erected cock over your inflamed skin, back and forth in a skilled refrain, and again— this time slower so you could feel him even closer, how he's pressuring his dick against your pussy, back and forth, back and forth, his large hips taking all the space in between your own as he rolls them inside, grinding and fucking his length a little more, so you'd slick him up real good, fuck it makes him drool out of his mouth how fucked up you had gotten from him dry humping the broad daylight out of you, yet also when you make a mess out of his pants.
but when wriothesley suddenly sees the dampness of your cheeks and your flustered face rejecting his gaze, the way your evident frustration with his teasing was growing by a tenfold, he truly believed he might've crossed a line with you today, yet the man couldn't help himself and dream the sweetest, most pleasurable dream of you when he began to fantasize about what punishments you had in store for him.
when you sleep on the couch after an argument (except its more like the guest room)
diluc ragnvindr x reader
2.1k+ words | zhongli + alhaitham
warnings: hurt/comfort, more hurt on dilucs end im sorry baby❤️ no pronouns used
hello yes not even 24 hours later i'm back with more angst
“just forget i said anything diluc,” you sound as defeated as you feel. it could be so difficult trying to get through to a man as stubborn as him and it only upset you more when you started to lose your cool while diluc remained impassive about the whole situation. you’ve always known he had a difficult time expressing his emotions, especially the more uncomfortable ones like you both feel so swirling in your hearts right now, but that didn’t stop you from wishing he would let you in just a little more when you opened up about your own. you don’t know how long it’s been since the argument started, too long, long enough for the late afternoon sun to turn into dusk. by now your throat hurts, your eyes sting with frustrated tears, your lungs feel like they're suffocating in the heat of the room and all you want is for this to be over, to stop hearing his frustrated tone normally reserved for annoying bar goers and other annoyances being used to speak to you. how much longer could you take of this before you broke.. “i’m too tired to keep going on like this..”
“we’ll be finishing this discussion later.”
the coldness of his tone is the final blow to the cracking dam that was your tear filled eyes. with your back turned towards him, your steps quiet and shaky, you try your best to hide the quiver in your voice as you whisper a small ‘okay’ before exiting the study, softly closing the door behind you. thankfully most of the staff was gone by now and you could walk to your room with your head hanging low, without the embarrassment of them seeing you and accidentally making your tears worse.
you know you won't be able to sleep despite how exhausted you feel but you lay down and curl up in the plush duvet anyways, hating and loving how it smells of cedar, wine and a hint of smoke. you don’t know if the scent of him is making your tears better or worse but you don’t move from the bed until the sun sets behind the open curtains and you hear the large mahogany doors of the manor shut as your beloved heads towards the city. realizing a little too late how it would affect your already fragile heart, you rise from the bed and watch from the window as his figure disappears into the night.
all at once everything feels like too much and you find you can’t handle how every inch of this room feels clouded in your frustration and sadness. you couldn’t be in here, you wouldn’t find sleep with his scent lingering on the sheets. in your upset and frustrated mind you didn’t think you’d find comfort in any reminders of him but you soon found the guest room was not much better. it hadn’t been touched in so long, probably before you even knew diluc, and not a single thing in here is a remnant of him, it’s everything you hate about the room but you weren’t sure which was better. in the end it didn’t really matter, no matter where you were you were bound to cry yourself to sleep, hating that you’d still feel this way when you had to face this argument again in the morning.
“we’ll be finishing this discussion later,” he says, forcing himself to tear his attention away from you and return to the paperwork that needed to be filled out hours ago. you were getting nowhere like this, you both knew it and the only way he knows how to calm the uncomfortable tightness through his whole chest, that creeps up his spine and rattles his stolid demeanor, is to throw himself into his work, and he does just that.
he hardly notices the sun set and the darkness throughout the study as he gets through contract after contract. only when the words on the parchment became not enough to distract him from your argument and he was finding it harder to ignore the emotions still coursing through his veins was he pulled from his work. despite the late hour there was still so much to be done, the night was far from over for him. he slips on his coat as he exits the study to head to the city but is stopped at the edge of the steps, his eyes drifting slowly towards your closed bedroom door. he swears he could choke on his heart in his throat. he does his best to swallow it, and takes some solace in the fact the room is dark. hopefully that means you’ve found sleep.
he doesn’t even make it to the city before every ounce of his frustrations is used to fuel the burning flames in every swing of his claymore; every hilichurl, every abyss mage and treasure hoarder that was unfortunate enough to come in his path feeling the searing scorch of the uncrowned king of mondstadt.
as enemies lay defeated before him, proof of his anger, the feelings raging inside him turn from irritation at you for being stubborn, to confused frustration about the whole situation, to guilt ridden self loathing about his blindness and bullheadedness. why is it only now, as he analyzes the fight over and over, that he sees the tears pooling in your eyes, that he truly hears your words and that all you said came from nothing but concern for his health, all because you loved him and cared for him. it was him who was being stubborn. he pushed you away, he kept you at arms distance when you were so ready to accept all of him and tonight he pushed you even further from his heart but that was something he never wanted. without you -
his claymore clanks on the ground beside him as he tears off a sullied glove and rubs the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger before running his hand through his frazzled locks, trying to compose himself. archons he hates this. he hates arguing with you. he hates feeling so far away from you even though he knows he has no one else to blame but himself. he hates seeing you cry and even more than that, he detests being the one to cause your tears.
his aching heart leads him home, sending a plea to the universe that you’re still asleep and you will stay asleep as he holds you tightly against him, not caring how desperate his grip will be. he knows he messed up and when you awake tomorrow he’ll apologize from the bottom of his heart and keep his promise to do better, accept his consequences but tonight he can't be away from you any longer.
with quiet footsteps he makes his way up the grand staircase and to your shared bedroom, shaking hands quietly closing the door behind him. the sweet smell of you wafts faintly in the air and lessens the pressure tightly in his chest. hanging his coat on its hanger by the door, shedding his vest and changing from his day clothes to something more suited for sleep he wants nothing more than to crawl into bed with you. but as he steals glances at the bed, while normally hard to make out much through the drapes on the canopy, he notices how empty the bed looks. it has his heart pounding in his chest but he remains rational, it's dark and you often like to curl up, it’s oka-
he pulls back the drapes on your side of the bed, slowly at first, but when he sees the bed is completely devoid of you his body goes rigid, the heat his worried heart flares up nearly catching the drapes on fire. letting out what was supposed to be a breath to relax him, to not let his mind run with the worst of assumptions, with the fear he refused to let form fully until now- was this fight really enough for you to leave like this? had he lost you thanks to no other than himself, rather than the darkness that usually took those he loved- of perhaps he was the dar- no diluc. get a grip.
he had to think rationally before he burned all of teyvat down in search of you.
plenty of times you’ve fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for him to return, he hadn’t even thought to look there when he came home- his tunnel vision bringing him to the place you should be. gripping tightly onto the banister, he quickly makes his way down to the parlor and feels his barely held together calm slip completely when you’re nowhere to be found.
every door, even ones that don’t make sense- closets, the pantry, the cellar- are thrown open in search of you. every guest room that hasn't seen a guest in so long has the master's attention, one by one turning up empty, taking more of his sanity until he feels like he's suffocating. there’s only one more guest room left and he doesn’t waste a moment opening the door and lighting the candle by the bookshelf to illuminate the room and hopefully you.
he honestly isn’t sure how he makes it to the bed. he swears once he sees you laying in the normally untouched sheets his knees threaten to give way but nothing could stop him from holding you. he had to, if he didn't, what was the possibility this wouldn’t be real or that you’d slip right through his grasp while he was unable to do anything.. even if that chance was miniscule, it wasn’t a risk he was willing to take. he couldn’t imagine his life without you, more than anything else in this world he loved you.
shaking hands that grip and pull you harder than they intended to make it impossible not to be stirred from your restless sleep but you don’t question who it is, this warmth could only belong to him. you attempt to sit up to get a better look at him, to rub the sleepiness from your puffy eyes, but his arm wrapped around your middle and his other hand buried in your hair holds you steady against him, your face buried in the crook of his neck, tickled by soft vermillion locks.
“‘dil-”
“please forgive y/n..” he pleads softly. “i’m sorry for being so stubborn, i regret you see that part of me from time to time but y/n.. i.. i love you more than i know how to express.. i will do better for you. i can’t- i can’t lose you.”
“lose me?” your tired mind finally registers just how hard his heart is beating against your chest, how his breath is uneven, that his grip on you keeps growing tighter with each passing moment. it's almost crushing but you don’t protest, you need it just as badly as he does. pressing your head against his shoulder, accepting him completely, you speak honestly and hope he’ll hear the love behind your words. “‘luc, i’m not going anywhere.”
“i don’t know what i’d-”
“my love, you don’t need to worry about that,” your lips find his exposed neck and you place a tender kiss against his porcelain skin. “i’ll always be by your side. nothing will change that.”
you swear you feel his heart skip a beat. “i do not deserve you.”
“that is far from the truth. you are deserving love and everything you could ever hope for-”
“you are all i hope for, all i need…”
his confessions of love continue, each one stealing your breath away, melting away any lingering sadness from your fight. he leaves you blushing, speeches and you can’t help but cling to him. all of his promises, all of his apologies, were so full of honesty and love, they consumed you, dilucs love encompassed you and you melted against him, your heart so full you didn’t know what else to do but cry.
somewhere in the eternal warmth of his love and words he had lifted you up higher to rest his forehead against yours, to feel your touch, leaning into every brush of your fingers behind his ear as you moved hair out of his face and returned his love in kind.
only celestia would know how long you spent spilling the contents of your hearts until tears of love and pure exhaustion brought you both to sleep in each other's embrace, in a bed that wasn’t your own. but it didn’t matter, wherever you were together the flames of your hearts burned brightest and couldn’t be torn asunder.
Can i ask for Welt with breeding kink? Yk i am OBSESSED with that dilf😻
BABY-MAKING!
— featuring ┊welt yang x fem!reader
— warnings / content warnings ┊cw: breeding kink??, multiple orgasms, belly bulge??, uhm uhm hes a lil messy n rough w it! welt being a needy lil bitch, pussy so good bro kept cumming inside, use of nicknames, this mf is so filthy when it comes to breeding u like it isn’t even him anymore bro /j, overall suggestive themes || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
— a/n ┊i’m so sorry this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile but jesus i love that dilf too hes so fine, he’s expiring a bit like i said but it’s alright! i think he can handle it!
WELT YANG has a breeding kink. and he knows it. he’s always been so obvious about it, always asking you what your thoughts were on having children, if you were okay with those thoughts, asking you about pregnancy, blah blah blah! but you never took the hint, so you were just there and thought how sweet your husband was asking you about future plans between the two of you. it all came down one night when he absolutely lost it, letting his mind wander and take over him once and for all.
you decided it was a good idea to tease him one day, wearing some crappy old top you bought years ago. little did you know, it got.. a lot more smaller as your body grew. you tried pulling down your shirt, trying to cover yourself from welt hoping he wouldn’t notice. from time to time, welt would notice you clutch your shirt tighter each second, pulling them down to cover yourself. he couldn’t help but stare at how hot you look in that top.. he couldn’t help but just stare intensely at how your nipples grew harder by the second, poking out of your thin cotton top with a deep red hue on your face. were you doing this on purpose? he swallowed the lump in his throat as his eyes wandered from your thighs, to your face, then lastly to your chest, gulping at the sight of how well your shirt shaped your breasts, wondering how well it would fit if your breasts were swollen with milk for your baby, oh.. what a sight to behold that would be.
welt licked his lips at the thought, feeling your presence beside him as you had your hand on his thigh nuzzling against his shoulder, unknowingly rubbing your breasts against his biceps. “aren’t you tired of doing all that work, baby? ‘s too much.” you cooed, rubbing his thigh with your thumb in a circular motion.
“not really, no. i still have a few things to do. it’s late, run along and get some rest. i’ll join you for bed later.” he pushed up his glasses, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. but he just.. can’t help but notice how your nipples were poking out your shirt, how your shorts barely covered your plushy thighs.. he couldn’t take this for much longer.
“welt, i’ve been thinking.” you heard him hum, eyes still on his laptop as you shifted closer to his body, feeling his warmth against yours. “i’ve been thinking about how.. i think i’m ready.”
“ready for what?”
“for a baby.”
he froze in place, did you really just say that? he felt the blazing lust he was struggling to hold back wash over him, you leaned over to kiss his neck and before you know it, two hands grabbed your wrist pinning you down, knocking the air from your lungs as welt took off his glasses looking at you with such lust you’d never seen before.
“don’t play games with me, [name]. are you dead serious?”
“i’ve never been more serious in my life. i want a baby, welt. i want you to make me a mommy.”
well. that escalated quickly.
in a blink of in eye, you both were in the bedroom. back pressed against the soft mattress of the bed as welt hoisted your legs up around his waist, raising a brow at you in which you responded with a nod. he eagerly interlocked his lips against yours. his hands would slide under your shirt, taking your breast in his hand as he pinched your hardened nipples, twisting and tugging at them. “you want me to make you a mommy, hm? i’ll fulfill that wish of yours over and over again.. as much as i want.” you whined at his words, feeling his huge cock rubbing against the slit of your wet pussy. “y-you sure that’d fit?” you had your hand on his pelvis, holding him back before he leaned over to your ear, bring his voice down to a whisper. “i’ll make sure to stretch you out, don’t worry.”
he aligned his his erected cock with your soaking hole, slamming himself inside throwing his head back at the euphoric feeling of his dick inside of you “shit..” welt mumbled a few curses under his breath as he begin to move, raising your hips with your eyes sealed shut as “yeah.. that’s it. you’re doing great, sweetheart. you want a baby? s-shit.. i’ll fucking give you one.“ he rammed his cock inside, wrapping one arm around your waist pulling your bodies close together as he abused your needy hole with his dick. “you look absolutely ravishing, sweetheart. look at how good i’m fucking you.” you could feel your tight walls clench around him each hard thrust, he grabbed your hips and angled your body a certain way, making his cock brush against spots you never knew could feel so good. your body shook as you came on his cock the first time. “hm.. you liked that, huh? did that feel good?”
your moans and cries only grew louder, welt’s lips tracing down along the flesh of your neck, pounding into your sweet spot over and over again, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix. he was so rough with you.. you even asked yourself if this was really your husband, ramming into you over and over again. but you didn’t mind. really. welt’s dick was coated with a thick halo of white as you reached your second orgasm, whining at the continuous roughness of his harsh thrusts, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other squeezes your throat, applying enough pressure to force out a choked moan out of your lips. “gonna breed you so good, sweetheart. gonna breed you til i make you a mommy, you want that?” his hands reached down to caress your stomach, feeling him slide in and out of you, his lips curved into a smirk. “fuckin’ you s’ good that i can even see myself fucking you. look.” you hesitantly stared down at your stomach, seeing a deep bulge as you could see his cock thrusting inside you through your stomach, he grunted as he reached his climax, cumming inside.
“one more, baby. one more f’me.” you squirmed under his touch, mouth hung open as welt licked his lips, lifting your knees, pushing them down against the mattress as this position felt a little new to you, thrusting himself inside once more. “that’s it, pretty girl. take it all, mhm? ‘gonna fill you up until this pretty pussy has milked my cock to the brim.” you couldn’t do it anymore, you were a lot more sensitive than you usually are, even the thought of your beloved husband putting a baby in you was enough to make you go crazy. welt desperately wanted was to caress your stomach, caress it knowing he was the one who got you pregnant, and you were bound to have his child. he wanted more of you and it showed.
“take it.. take it all. take it like the good girl you are..” welt slowed his pace down, slowly but steadily, making sure not to miss a single beat. he was getting desperate.. you could tell. he wanted to get you pregnant already, he wanted to see your belly grow with his seed, he wanted to see it for himself. “keep clenching around me like that, princess.” he whispered lowly, voice filled with ecstasy as you felt his dick slide deeper and deeper inside of your abused little hole, stretching you out just like how he wanted.
“so tight.. you feel so fuckin’ good..” welt used all strength left in his body as he thrusted deep inside you, making sure not to miss any spot leaving no part untouched. “c—cummin’.. m’ cumming..” you whined, holding onto his arms before you squirted on his cock one final time as he came inside you too, streams of his load inside, coating the soft walls of your cunt.
“..was i too rough on you, sweetheart? are you alright?” the brunette panted, planting a kiss on the temple of your forehead as a way to say sorry, before you wrapped your arms around his neck. “n-not really.“
he grinned, spreading your legs apart as he went on to lick the mess he created in your pussy, licking it clean. “lemme clean you up, alright? stay still.”
-
long story short, he was not licking you clean, instead he made things more messier than it was.
can i request fem reader & dainsleif, please? reader's a bit on the shy side but dain's praise is enough to encourage her to ride him -> maybe convince her to go multiple rounds with his stamina ...thank you!
take it all
dainsleif x reader , nsfw
cw: 18+ content MDNI!!! , fem reader, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie, belly bulge, cervix kissing, dain is pussy drunk ya, overstim, dumbification, dacryphilia, not proofread
a/n: lawd have mercy this req is so 🤭🤭🤭🤭 ALSO SORRY FOR RESPONDING SO LATE ANON :(( I was out the whole day so absgshhs
reblogs are appreciated!
Dainsleif’s a man who knows the effect he has on you, and will use it to his advantage.
You were just sitting innocently in his lap, playing with his hair and talking about things that happened to you throughout the day, as usual. But unlike the other times you’ve done this, your words went in one ear and out the other, dain’s mind focused on the way your hips are grinding against his ever so slightly, blue eyes fixed on your plush thighs on either side of his hips. You just looked so soft and so pretty on him, that he couldn’t control the way his cock was hardening under your touch. He himself doesn’t quite know why he’s so sensitive today, but that doesn’t matter to him right now
He places his hands onto your hips, a dark blush creeping up his face as he tries to stop you from moving too much. You notice how he’s not paying attention to you and the redness in his face, your hand reaching up to cup his face to get him to look at you
“you ok, honey?”
he looks up at your face with a hazy gaze, head filled with thoughts of just wanting to be in you. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you onto him, lips pressed against your neck as he leaves feather light kisses down the column of your neck, his hips grinding into yours as he pants against your skin. Your hands grab onto his biceps to ground yourself as your body moves against his in a steady rhythm.
“d-dain what are you-“
“need to fuck you, angel. will you let me, hm?” he whispers against your ear, his voice deeper than usual as he tries to suppress the tent growing in his pants, your eyes widening when you finally notice the way his cock is hardening against your ass. “please, you feel so good” he’s nearly begging, growing impatient by the second. His hands are running up and down your thighs in light touches, sending shivers down your spine and arousal pooling in your panties.
Your eyes refuse to meet his, but you hesitantly nod your head with a blush on your cheeks and your head tilted down. He wastes no time removing your shirt, popping off your bra swiftly as he admires your pretty tits, wrapping his warm mouth around your nipple as you writhe on him, involuntarily grinding against his hips with even more vigor. Your hands run through his hair as he continues to suck on your tits, the lewd sight making your panties damp with even more of your slick.
He pulls away from your tits, his tongue cutting off the string of saliva as it runs across his lower lip. The sight of your swollen tits and your flushed face is making his cock twitch between your thighs as he moves your hips back and forth on his lap “fuck, I can’t wait anymore” he nearly growls while hurriedly undoing his pants, not even caring to take it off completely as he pulls his leaking cock out from his precum-stained boxers. You gulp when you see how big his dick is, standing proud against his abdomen with even more precum oozing out from his slit and dripping down onto his throbbing balls. Dain sees the nervousness in your face and reaches up to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, pressing a reassuring kiss to your cheek while his other hand fists his cock.
“don’t worry, I know you’ll take it so well for me, won’t you?” he softly smiles at you as he runs his thumb across your lips, your eyes wide and fixed on his face. He guides his cock with his free hand and rests it on your tummy, his blunt head reaching just below your bellybutton as his cum gets smeared onto your skin
“m-mhm, I will” he smiles at your response, his hand snaking down to your panties and pushing it aside with his finger, rubbing up and down your sticky slit as you stifle a moan. Slowly, he guides your hips up until your glistening pussy is hovering just above his cock, his tip lightly rubbing between your folds before he lowers you down onto him, inch by inch. The broken moan that leaves his chest as he bottoms out makes you delirious, your slick gushing around his cock and onto his balls as he reaches the hilt.
You place your hand on your belly with your mouth agape, feeling the bulge of his cock through the skin
“dain! s’too deep, s’too much!” you’re whining, thinking about how you’d be wrecked by the time he’s finished with you
he slowly starts fucking up into you, his tip smushing against your cervix and his balls kissing your asshole every time he thrusts up into you, your head thrown back as you try to be good for him and take it all. But your whines don’t falter, tears running down your cheeks before his hand reaches up to grab your chin, tilting your head down to meet his eyes.
“for me angel, please. You feel so fucking good on me” he moans out as he shifts his gaze to your bouncing tits, the hand that was on your chin now fondling your boobs as you slowly starts bouncing on his cock, a gasp falling from his lips as he throws his head back, both hands gripping onto your waist for dear life. “fuckkk, so tight…” your hands grip onto his shoulders as you pick up the pace, his moans stirring you on as his hips buck into yours to meet halfway. He shuts his eyes and savors the way your slippery walls slide up and down his dick, his tip throbbing deep within you as his precum oozes out against your cervix.
You just keep bouncing up and down his cock obediently, desperately wanting to hear his moans of your name and praises of how good you’re doing for him.
“fuck, just keep doing that, so good” his words slur as he praises you, his eyes fixed at where you’re connected, sticky strings of cum connecting the both of you, eyeing the way his thick cock is literally splitting you open every time your hips come down to meet his. His lap and abdomen glistens with your essence, his balls wet and producing an awfully lewd squelching noise every time it slaps up against your ass. Your pace harder in response to his praise, wanting to make him cum even as you struggle to take him in.
His calloused thumb finds its way to your puffy clit, rubbing tight circles on it as your walls twitch on him, your high nearing. His cock feels so big in you, as if it just might break you with just how rough his thrusts are and how it’s twitching in you wildly.
Your body slumps against his while he continues to play with your clit, his other hand kneading your ass as you keep bouncing on his dick. You feel the hot coil in your stomach snap as you cum onto him with a scream of his name, walls convulsing onto his cock while he keeps thrusting into you, chasing his own high.
You’re trying to come down from your high but the way he doesn’t stop thrusting into you sends shivers down your spine, screaming at the overstimulation. “w-wait dain, please!” you pull away from his chest as you try to get him to stop, placing your hand onto his abdomen.
But he only pulls you down, seemingly in a trance as his gaze is fixed on your pussy taking in his dick, thrusting up into you wildly as you just keep whining, sobbing on him. He pulls your hips down until you’re flush onto him, his dick going in the farthest it’s ever gone as a punched out moan leaves your throat. Guiding your hips, he grinds you onto him as he spurts out hot jets of cum directly against your cervix, emptying his balls as he fills you up with what seems to be an endless stream of his hot cum.
“oh fuck baby” he moans out with his head thrown back, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulps, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he milks his cock into you, giving you every single last drop of his cum.
-
Now though, his arms are wrapped around your waist, pushing you up and down his cock as your body lays limp against his, tits flushed against his chest and his pace animalistic. His cum from the previous rounds leaks out from your pussy and drips onto his abs, a translucent ring of cum evident at the base of his sloppy dick, more of it smearing onto your asshole and onto his throbbing balls. You’re too fucked out to even care, just letting him use your pussy as he pumps more and more of his cum into you, his thrusts still having the same vigor as he did rounds ago.
“d-dain” you whimper against his chest, weakly gripping onto him, not having any energy left from how overstimmed you are, head empty except for the feeling of the way his fat cock continues to drive into you.
“j-just a bit more, angel, this is the last one, promise” you’d believe in his words if that wasn’t the last thing he said rounds before, his hard dick still not faltering despite cumming countless times in you. In reality, the head of his cock is burning with overstimulation, shooting out nothing but watery cum into you, but he persists, not being able to pull out of your sopping wet heat.
But of course you just let him fuck into you, not caring about how sore your legs are or how tired you feel. You did say you’d take it all, didn’t you?
okay hear me out. genshin college bfs nsfw headcanons. how likely they are to just tease you during a lecture or straight up hook up in the toilet stalls. if they'd h up w their roomies still in the dorms and so on.
College AUs are a lot of fun to write, I've written them for several of my OTPs.
A/N: I kinda wanna write more modern au things for a lot of the fandoms that I'm in so if you have any cute ones send them in.
College!Kaeya is the very popular guy among pretty much everyone but particularly among the girls. He's very easy to talk to so it's no wonder but you're the only girl he has an eye out for. He always walks with one arm around your shoulders to send the message that both of you are taken. He's very flirty and teases you a lot during class, even going as so far as to finger you and dare you to stay quiet for the entire lecture.
College!Diluc is the golden boy of the school who many look up to. He's a little quiet sometimes but everyone knows he's a hard worker. What he works the hardest at however is making you moan when he sneaks you into his dorm after class. He keeps his grades up for sure, as do you, but it helps to get rid of the pressure and illusion of being perfect all the time by just letting go and indulging in each other's deepest desires.
College!Itto is the jock with the heart of gold who would do anything for you. He's also the kind of boyfriend who always brags to others about what an amazing girlfriend you are to the point where his friends tease him about it. He doesn't mind that, he's happy that they see he makes you happy. His favorite time to have sex is after practice when you join him in the shower, getting all that sweat off him before he presses you against his locker and hammers his cock into you, not caring if anyone could walk in and see.
College!Childe is very competitive when it comes to many things including your attention. When its on someone else he will casually walk up to you and pull you in for a kiss, just because he can, and because you melt into it so easily. He's the kind of guy who will push you against the wall in the hallway and make out with you until he gets a boner and you get wet, after which he will take you to his or your room to finish the job and keep your panties afterwards.
College!Xiao doesn't talk to many people except for you. You're a good study buddy but sometimes he can't keep his hands all to himself, or his lips, pushing you against the door and biting your neck, your breasts, going down to his knees to eat you out, all the while insisting that you repeat today's lesson for him, making sure you memorized it well. He does the same to you when he's balls deep inside of you, thrusting away while babbling about the latest thing he's learned in class.
College!Kaveh really likes party hook-ups with you. The thrill of seeing you across the room and chatting you up, working his magic on you until he's able to push you into an empty closed and lift you up to make you roll your hips on his cock. He makes you forget everything but him, everything outside of this small, cramped space and the feeling of his warm, hard cock entering you over and over.
College!Al-Haitham doesn't really like parties but he goes because his roommate goes. He gets ditched pretty quickly which then leads him to finding you and catching up with what's been going on. He hasn't spoken to you a lot, he knows, but he plans to make it up to you soon. Sooner then you expect as you're lead back to his dorm where he throws you on the bed and spends the entire night making love to you, even after he hears the door to the other room slam shut.
College!Zhongli is pretty famous as the mature and cool, no nonsense kind of guy. He's not easy to approach, other then by you. He likes to stay in after class because it's the best way for him to go over the materials in peace. Not when you stay with him however, then all he can think about, all he can do is bend you over the nearest desk, take you panties down and start rutting his big cock into the pussy that's been on his mind since you sat down next to him.
cw. nsfw, angst. breakups, ex's hookup, no happy endings. petnames: beautiful, perfect, my love. this is so not proofread, finished it in like two days and I'm so desperate to post it.
characters. fem!reader x Alhaitham ( he's whipped n this hurts )
words. 2.2k
check the end for a note, ( what's this AO3? )
the first time you slept without him was probably one of the hardest nights of your life.
the room was a mess, clothes thrown haphazardly around the floor mixed with books and papers out of their binders, and the mess on the floor mirrored the mess that was you. the bedsheets ripped out of the mattress, pillows damp from the never ending tears stream as you cuddled closer to yourself in a shirt that obviously didn't belong to you but still had soft traces of sandalwood fragrance.
you still remembered, the first time you met him.
it was sunny and all thanks to Nilou, of course it was Nilou, she was the one that took care of you when you first arrived at Sumeru from Mondstadt, the new girl in a foreign city with way too many expectations seemed like a heavy burden, but not to the red haired girl, she was so kind and patient, taking a lot of time from her schedule to show you around, and for you to meet everyone in town.
and the moment your eyes laid on him, you knew you were going to fall, hard.
the Sumeru scribe wasn't a talkative man, neither was he friendly, but you somehow clicked and he couldn't get enough time with you; instead of the cheerful Nilou that skipped on every step and greeted everyone around on the crowded bazaar, Alhaitham was quiet, speaking softly on your ear and guided you through secret zones and lookouts he knew you would like, with a hand ghosting over the small of your back.
those small details soon turned into private conversations and soft smiles between excuses for leaving any event earlier than usual, since none of you cared about anything rather than being together.
"you're so beautiful" he once had said, tipsy and giggling over any minor detail, his big palms cupping your cheeks with an intense stare that you've never seen on him before.
and just like that the platonic became romantic, with kisses shared at your doorstep late at night, or a quick peck on the lips between gigantic bookcases at the akademiya.
your alma mater, the place that held so many beautiful moments and almost always remained empty, with such a low number of students it was common for you to meet a grand quietness in the main library. although that day one day, it chilled your bones, the emptiness in the room felt oddly similar to the one inside of your heart, perhaps the tall walls filled with books could help you fill the void at least for a bit.
"what's troubling you?"
"nothing"
"you've been sitting here alone for a while" he sat next to you in the cold grass shaded by a tall tree "by this time, you should be running to your" Cyno scoffed, "—boyfriend"
"I'm fine" you gritted.
"that pencil says otherwise"
"—fuck" you mumbled under your breath, not noticing how tightly you held the wood between your fingers and the red marks it left behind.
"so, explain why you're suddenly so focused on your studies"
"maybe I've always been this way"
"maybe you're lying"
you sighed, rubbing your temples in annoyance from how sharp your friend was, nothing ever escaped Cyno, and you low-key hated him for that.
"i want to finish this thesis soon" you mumbled, biting the edge of the pen while staring at the ancient ruins at Dahrma forest.
"missing home?"
"no" you breathed, "i want to be a sage"
the calmness was suddenly cut thanks to Cyno's sudden burst of laughter, "what's so funny?"
"you have to be joking" he whipped fake tears out of his eyelashes, "you hate the sages"
"people change"
"not you"
"i hate you" you whined, falling back to observe the blue sky, lost in thought with Cyno's chucking in the background.
"I'm tired" you said that night, with tears threatening to fall even before you were done speaking, "I'm tired of waiting, it's like you decided to disappear and leave me behind—"
"that's not true"
"i don't know" you half yelled, taking a few seconds to swallow and continue, "don't know anymore, i haven't seen you in so long Haitham, it's horrible, to be in this house without you, alone with my thoughts"
"I've been busy—"
"that's what you always say, and I've been as well, but I'm trying, making an effort for this, for us to work and i get nothing in return, how can you call this a relationship"
"don't do this— we can work it out" he said with a strangled voice, reaching out to cup your cheeks like many times before, when things were alright.
you sobbed while shaking your head, "I tried, i did, and you never arrived or replied to my texts" perhaps your own blurry eyes were at fault but for a second you saw his green eyes glinting with accumulated tears, "i waited for you, endless hours and days even though I also had to attend the akademiya, but you shoved it off when i tried to speak, like we aren't important"
"we still have time, please just—" Alhaitham practically begged, pressing his forehead with yours, bodies almost melting together in the darkness of the living room, of your home.
"I'm not trying to make you choose" you cried, "i don't intend on interfering with your career, perhaps this isn't the time, not the right time for us" your grip on his wrists tightening with each rub of his thumbs below your eyes, collecting salty tears with both his digits and lips pressed on your cheek.
"I'm sorry" he whispered, "I'm an idiot"
"you're not" you said back in the same voice tone, burying your fingers in his soft hair when your burning anger dissipated at his fragile state.
"can I kiss you?, please" and you didn't need to reply, instead you brought your lips to kiss in a last goodbye.
the salty taste of his last i love you and mixed tears might always remain on your brain.
weeks later and you still were at Faruzan's home, she was kind enough to let you stay until you found a new home, or either finished your thesis before going back to your hometown.
"Nilou said she'll do a performance tomorrow followed by a small celebration, and hopes to meet you there since your presence banished from all Sumeru since a few weeks ago, her words not mine"
of course you haven't met anyone after what happened with Alhaitham, too tired to have to explain the situation to all your friends, you decided that avoiding them was the best option, that and the fact that you were buried to the nose in books.
"did she say what the celebration was for?" you asked confused.
"no, she said you might already know about it" your friend answered, chewing a piece of apple in their mouth.
it couldn't be that bad, you thought, just arriving, greeting your friends and finding a perfect excuse to leave the event right after Nilou's performance.
except nothing really went well.
the dance was stunning as always, also was the bazaar's decorations even though it made your stomach turn when the same flowers that were present the day Alhaitham confessed his love to you, were currently surrounding the theater. your friends were there too, familiar faces you haven't seen in so long, but of course, it was obvious he was also going to be there.
your knees still shook when you saw him there, his muscular arms more prominent from the way he had them crossed in front of his chest, staring at Kaveh with a scowl and a one sided conversation that soon ended when the pair of green eyes laid on you, ignoring his senior to walk quickly to where you stand.
"is it true?"
"are you talking to me?"
he sighed, gritting his teeth, "answer, is it true that you want to become a Sage?"
you closed your eyes for a second, thinking deeply about how to assassinate Cyno next time you saw him.
"yeah" you said casually, "why? worried i might win you?"
"that's not the point" Alhaitham mumbled, holding you by the elbow and dragging you into a more private place, "why are you doing this?"
"i don't owe you any explanation" you gritted, brushing away his hand from your skin fast enough so he won't notice the goosebumps on your arms.
"i don't want to fight right now" he sighed, "but Nilou doesn't know we broke up"
it's true that she hasn't seen either you or Alhaitham ever since you parted ways, and you definitely didn't want to ruin her special day.
so with your best fake smile and linking your arm with the taller man, you pretended everything was fine, until the toast began and you found out what the huge celebration was about.
"everyone! raise your glasses in honor to Alhaitham who will become the new Grand Sage!" Nilou said happily, all sounds of cheering muffled by the pounding of your heart.
like in slow motion, you quietly sneaked out of the party, it was dark outside and you managed to reach a hidden garden behind the stairs that you visited so often.
one, two, three heavy exhales and you heard him, breathlessly reaching you.
"i tried—"
"save it" you laughed humorlessly, "you're always trying to be better than me, huh?"
"would you let me explain?"
"do you really hate me that much?" you asked with tears in your eyes, and you swore you saw the air get knocked out of his chest.
"i love you"
"then prove it" you mumbled, broken.
the walk to Alhaitham's house went in a blink, your senses immediately relaxing when the sandalwood smell filled your nostrils and his soft lips captured yours, he was quick yet calm, desperate to feel your skin on his but trying his best to make every second worth it.
"i love you" he kept mumbling between kisses, slipping his tongue inside your mouth when you whined softly, addicted to the taste of him and the sugary drink you had previously.
the bed, your bed, felt as soft as ever, sinking under your weight when you fell backwards, Alhaitham quickly climbing on top of you, peeling every piece of clothing with a kiss left behind until you were left bare, inside and out.
"you are so beautiful, so perfect, so—" he grunted, biting back the urge to say mine even though he knew you were no longer his, so instead, he focused on your body and the reactions it made under his touch; how your back arched when he sucked on your nipples, fondling the skin of your breasts underneath his big palm while the other trailed down and rubbed on your sensitive clit, dragging out soft moans and slick that helped his digits slip with ease inside your pussy.
"don't hold back, my love" the petname made you squirm and moan softly, tangling your thighs around his hips in an attempt to grind against his hard cock.
"please— just fuck me" you whimpered, playing with your nipples at the same time Alhaitham pressed his cockhead against your slit, rubbing it against your drenched folds and catching on your clit with each roll of his hips, so slow and torturous your head started to spin within minutes.
"i missed you, so much" he whispered on your lips, "you have no idea how crazy i went when i couldn't find you" in response you could only choke out sobs when he began to stretch you with his length, curving just perfectly to rub against your g-spot and get as many moans from your lips.
"y—yeah, just like that" you sobbed, wiggling your hips to feel him deeper while your hand came down to circle your clit.
"fuck!, you're so tight" the silver haired man grunted, twisting his hips just lightly to get into a better position before pounding you hard, pushing one of your thighs up so he could reach impossibly deeper.
"missed you" he babbled again, "missed this pussy so much" the loud squelching sounds getting louder with each passing second, enough to make you squirm and get wetter from the lewdness of it.
"want you to cum on my cock, can you do that, pretty? can you be a good girl and cum for me?"
"yes, yes! 'm so close" you sighed, ignoring the loud thumping of your heart and the fact that you were hooking up with your ex.
but that didn't stop you from clinging to his forearms and creaming all over the length of his cock, shaking from the intensity of your orgasm while Alhaitham fucked you through it, minutes later and he was slipping out of your sloppy hole and cumming all over your naked stomach and breasts.
"i love you" he said again, heart clenched when you remained quiet, and worse when he woke up the next day in an empty bed.
note: i wanted to add a happy ending where Alhaitham visits you at Mondstadt and gets on his knees begging for forgiveness but idk, couldn't make it work so it's up to you to imagine this ending or just leave if the way it is lol.
they love you, care for your needs, and protect you, they did all that because you're important to them... or so you thought. one day, to show your appreciation, you made something for them, only to overhear a conversation of theirs. childe. xiao. alhaitham & cyno. PART 2 HERE!
tags: heavy(?) angst. gn!reader. plot twist?
authors note: do i trust myself to write a decent piece while very sleepy? no, but here i am. should i apologize in advance? love y'all. i'll be starting on requests tomorrow, if interested in sending one, do check the rules first!
word count ৎ୭ 3.01k words. 11.12.2022
penned by @doctorheusch
The sun which was burning overhead now settled below the tides of the oceans, escorting its cool counterpart to grace the lands. This proceeds in every part of Teyvat which means Liyue naturally bears witness to such a scene. As the moon rose, you gathered your belongings and stepped out of the house you call home. The evening breeze greeted you and made your locks dance with it as you walked, your hands carrying a small box.
It contained your newest invention in the kitchen, Xiangling has assisted you with the correct formula, and you took the initiative to complete it on your own. You named these treats chocolates! They're small in size and seem to be not much from their dark color, however, they taste heavenly. As they say, don't judge a book by its cover. This creation of yours made you happy, there's nothing like hard work paying off. You just hoped that he would also like it just as much as you do.
Arriving in front of Northland Bank's doors, you raised your hand to knock, only to freeze midway, hearing voices from the small opening, “I can't wait for this mission to be over.” The Eleventh Harbingers' voice sighed exasperatedly, he seems to be complaining to someone not knowing their door is slightly ajar, “That place is not somewhere I can bear to live in for another day.”
You were stunned, not daring to presume that the place he spoke about with a disdainful tone is your home. Both of you bought the house so you could have a place to settle down in, Childe himself said that it is like his second home, a place he can let himself loose from all the responsibilities he shouldered. “What went wrong? Wait, no. It's not certain if he's talking about our home, let's not jump to conclusions.” You thought to yourself, clearly agitated, “He is talking about somewhere else, I'm sure of it.”
It isn't unusual for Childe to quibble because of work, he has daily rants about why he hates a certain part of a building or person. Going with this knowledge of yours, you became positive, not until you heard the next part of the conversation.
“Lord Harbinger, bear with it for a few days more. The mission is almost a success, that person won't be a burden to you any longer after.” A female voice said, you know this voice, it belongs to Ekaterina. Childe made a sound of affirmation, “Mm. So much for the adopted child of the Tianshu, I expected more. However, was given a person who likes cooking as a hobby. I mean, there's nothing wrong with that except that their cooking is not up to par. Everything tastes bland. I will accept anything else but another bite of their food.”
The world stopped moving. A burden? Those moments Childe whispered sweet nothings in your ear and kissed you after saying he loves you, the meet-ups you organized and enjoy, walks that open your hearts to one another. You thought his actions and words were genuine. Every day you longed to be embraced by him, he wasn't with you all the time but when he is, Childe is like a koala clinging to its branch. You gave him all of you and you thought he did too, however, what you got isn't a piece of him instead, a piece of love made from deception and lies. “Don't judge a book by its cover. Right.” You silently said in one breath, turning around and leaving the premises, “Ah. How stupid am I?”
What hurts the most is how he told you he didn't like the food you made and didn't even want another bite of it. He made you believe that he supports your passion by eating the dishes you serve him and giving you compliments and constructive criticism. Cooking is what you're proud of in life, it gives you happiness and peace. Now, as you were about to pick up a knife and chop the ingredients you've robotically got, the utensil shook in your hands. What if the person who eats your food doesn't like it? What if your food is bland just as Childe said it was? Perhaps everything you'll make is bound to be a disaster and nobody would even tell you, just speaking their honest thoughts behind your back.
“It hurts...” You mumbled, eyes turning blurry because of your forming tears. The pain you felt in your chest is indescribable as you leaned on the kitchen counter, slowly sinking to your knees as you clutched your chest, “It hurts.” You sobbed, covering your mouth with your free hand as the tears finally fell. All those efforts, the love you gave, and the time you spent with him are now labeled as lies in your mind.
“Thank you, Ekaterina. I would have faltered if you weren't there.” Childe gave a bitter smile, “(Y/N) deserves a better person to be their partner. I will remove myself from their life for their happiness is most important to me but it is something I cannot afford to give them.”
Wangshu Inn is your most favored dwelling to go when you're exhausted. Someone who lives there is an important person to you and seeing him after a long tiring day already made you feel giddy. After greeting Verr Goldet and the employees, you made your way to the upper deck where plants could be seen around. It was empty, only the lone shine of the celestial body in the sky providing comfort like it always did. You placed your hands on the railings, breathing the fresh air in before gently calling out, “Xiao.”
He would constantly appear beside you from a dark green mist, mystifying to the eye. Sometimes he silently materializes behind you, sneaking his arms around your waist as he pulls you against his chest into a warm embrace or he wouldn't, opting to hide his face in your neck, placing a small kiss on your nape, just to see your reaction. You spent the end of your days like so— meeting him, having a conversation if he's up to it, strolling in Guili Plains, visiting Pervases’ temple, and finally, showing him whatever you've worked on. You're an architect who previously studied in Sumeru Akademiya under the Kshahrewar Darshan and left said school to explore. The design you finished today is based on the ruin where the adeptus Bosacius hid his treasures. Of course, you can't even dream of entering the ancient area without the Traveler and Paimon's help.
Xiao talks about his adepti companions quite a lot and he didn't even realize how less tense he gets when they're mentioned. You've noticed though, and that is what motivated you to design a building with Bosacius’ ruin as inspiration. The excitement in your heart grew, wanting to see the Conqueror of Demons’ acknowledgment. Yet Xiao still hasn't shown up. “Xiao?” You tentatively repeated your call with no response which made worry begin to flood your being, “Where could he be?”
Deciding that timidly standing wouldn't do anything, you turned in the direction of the room where Xiao resides. If he's not there then you'll need to ask a certain worker at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor... There are only two small steps left for you to reach the door, surprisingly, you heard faint murmuring inside. “He's here.” You murmured, sighing in relief, “Thank the Archons.”
As you were going to knock, taking the final step– you stopped. The discussion happening inside could be heard through the door and you heard your name was mentioned.
“(Y/N) is a pleasant individual, you've assigned me to look after them, and I did.” Xiao stated with a formal tone, “Now that everything is alright while Azhdaha rests, may I be allowed to part with them?” It didn't sound like a question, the adeptus made it seem like a statement already agreed to and wants confirmation.
What? You stilled in your place, the pounding of your heart can be heard ringing in your ears. Xiao wanted to part ways with you, are you dreaming? No, you weren't able to dream and haven't dreamt ever since you were a child. This is real. What did Xiao say? Being with you was a task given by someone? Then all those meetings... Were they just for the sake of completing the mission? Questions plagued your mind and they didn't cease, only when another voice spoke did you temporarily return to your senses.
“It was our agreement so go ahead. Although this is a duty I've given you, it seemed like you fabricated your emotions for (Y/N) too well.” Zhongli continued the conversation and you could already see how he was sipping tea, “Should I be worried that you've fallen for them during the mission, Xiao?”
“There is no need for useless worry, my lord. I have learned how to forge my emotions as they should on certain occasions. (Y/N) is nothing.” Xiao said this in one certain breath, he didn't stutter nor was there a hint of regret, “I do have to commend them for their architectural designs, nonetheless, I think they're destroying the beauty of the friends we've bid farewell.”
Destroying the beauty. So Xiao thought of your designs this way despite praising them or did you misinterpret his nods and little looks of pride as praise...? Thrown into a limbo of distress and disbelief, you held onto the doorframe for support, Xiao's next lines being the final blow.
“I will talk with (Y/N) later to end this fanatical relationship.”
Ah, so this is the end. You supposed you meant nothing to him if you weren't someone he needed for a mission. Maybe he won't even bat an eyelash your way if it was a normal day. Still, it hurts. Fanatical relationship? Your legs automatically started moving on their own, taking the elevator down. There's nothing more you could think of than pain and anguish. Where are you going? You don't know, you can't see anything clearly from the blur of your tears.
How long has Xiao thought that way? You heard how his usual soft tone with you was replaced by harsh words. All of Xiao's words replayed in your mind like a broken record. He only approached you for a mission. Loved you for a mission. Pretended to be caring for a mission. In his eyes, your designs destroy the beauty of the ancient world. “Still, I am nothing here.” You hiccuped, leaning against a tree, “Even the Sage of our Darshan didn't think I am someone worthy of entering the Sumeru Akademiya.”
Indeed. Leaving Sumeru to explore is only the facade for the real reason, you were never accepted. Every project you've presented was rejected. No matter how hard you worked or how intricate your designs were, they weren't enough. Aside from them, the other students alienated you from their groups. Xiao knew all of this because you told him. Did he lie to make you feel better or... keep you ignorant of reality? You gasped for air, feeling the suffocation in your chest begin to grow stronger, ripping your lungs apart to make room for themselves, “I... I am never enough. Not to the Akademiya. Not to Xiao. N... Not to myself. Xiao is right. I am nothing.”
The next moment you were seated next to a teleport waypoint, your hands not the same anymore as they intensely shake when you try to draw. You plan on leaving Liyue, your next destination? Undecided. Notifying Xiao of your whereabouts didn't cross your mind any longer. You're taking yourself off of his plate. What you don't know is the last bits of the ex-Geo Archon and General Alatus.
“I want to separate from them because everything I have been doing is for the mission and I wish to start a genuine relationship. You should not be worried, my lord... I do not plan on deceiving them.” Xiao finalized, “They are the only person who has accepted me as I am. I want to show them that I genuinely care too.”
The nation of the Dendro Archon is beautiful, everything around is pleasing to the eye, especially the flora and fauna. You made a flower crown out of Sumeru Roses, two of them. Tighnari waved at you from a distance, shouting, “(Y/N), let's go back!”
“Okay!” You waved in return, standing and patting the soil that got on your clothes while holding the flower crowns. Following the Forest Ranger out of Avidya Forest, you conversed with him along the way, Tighnari matching your energy as the topic is about a certain plant that responds to water. You got closer to your destination, the place being Gandarva Ville. The peaceful atmosphere is to be expected, nevertheless, you found it strange that your lovers. Yes, with an s. Aren't where they would usually pick you up on. How strange, they would always be present when you're finished working, if one can't make it then the other would.
Tighnari also notices this as he turned to you, asking, “Did those goofballs tell you they won't be picking you up or they would be late?” You shook your head. Before you departed from your shared home, they told you to wait for them before saying they love you, “No. They haven't told me anything.”
“I see. Well, I could always escort you home if you want?” Tighnari offers, unwilling to leave you alone in the desolate night. You shook your head but smiled, “Thank you, Tighnari. However, I'm capable of walking by myself so no need. You're a busy person.” Now he's the one who's shaking his head, “They will skin me alive if they knew I let you return alone and I'm worried—”
“Wait, I hear them.” The Forest Ranger's ears twitched, moving by themselves. You've always wanted to pet his ears, they're so fluffy! This desire is the most difficult for you to stop. Tighnari points in a direction, “Follow this path, they're at the end.”
You nodded gratefully before immediately walking in the direction he pointed. Resist the urge, (Y/N). “Bye, Tighnari. See you tomorrow!” You waved before stepping into a jog, Tighnari also shouted his farewell, watching you disappear before going his way, “Don't run, you'll trip!” Arriving at a spot where you can hear a distinct chatter, you stopped into a silent walk, planning to surprise them. Standing behind a boulder, you covered your mouth as a way to stop the chuckle threatening to escape, “They are the famed Scribe and General of the Sumeru Akademiya? What a joke, they can't even sense my presence.”
“Are you really set on continuing this play of pretend with (Y/N)?” Cyno asked which halted you in your plan, choosing to listen first. What play of pretend? You are curious. Alhaitham answered the General Mahamatra, “No. I'm tired of being in a relationship with them because of a stupid bet. It's a waste of my time.”
“Huh?” You whispered, not quite registering his words. A bet? What bet? They aren't people who would do such ridiculous things, they assured you countless times that they love you. Genuinely. Cyno heavily sighed, “I agree. We cannot continue this. It is illogical. We made that agreement seeing how long we can stay with them.”
“It has been 35 days, 12 hours, and 17 minutes. A good record for our patience I'd say. I do not wish to receive a single flower from them again such lovely flora being torn from their roots just to rot.” The Scribe didn't hesitate in responding. You were dazed. Your mind slowly absorbed their words, finally making it clear to yourself. They agreed to be in a relationship with you because of a bet.
Not wanting to listen further to their discussion, you quietly left just as you came. Like the breeze that you are to them. You see the picture now, you've been ignorant of the subtle movements because of their “love”. The slight narrowing of Cyno's eyes when you give him a flower or the blatant ignoring of Alhaitham when you greet him. You realize that the only time they gave you what seemed like genuine love is when they had you in their arms. Cradling you in an embrace or when you're sleeping between them, Cyno's hand placed around your waist and Alhaitham's arm acting as your pillow as you held hands.
It broke. The image of your happy relationship with them broke. They said that it was illogical. They had a bet to see how long they would stay with you. They didn't like how you gave them flowers. Until now, they've done nothing but tolerate you and your actions. Basing on how they've said all those things. It's apparent enough that they are serious. What's more? They think your relationship is just a waste of time.
“I'm a joke...” You clamped your mouth shut after saying so, afraid that you'll cry in the middle of nowhere. Pain. You felt pain around your body and especially in your heart. A stifling pain that came in waves. Why did you expect that two of Sumeru's best would accept you as theirs? You placed yourself in a delusion and they did too, enforcing your fantasy of finally being accepted into someone's world, being accepted as a normal human. You gave a broken chuckle, laughing at yourself for being naïve, collapsing behind near a lake. The tears that left your eyes became part of the water as you stared at your reflection, laughing at yourself even more, “I really am a joke...”
“It's a waste of time to be in a relationship with (Y/N) through a bet. I haven't felt this alive and... loved.” Alhaitham showed a small smile whilst Cyno nodded in agreement, “The flowers they picked all withered, I feel guilty for not taking care of them properly.”
“Listen to our words, we're lovesick fools for them. (Y/N) is what brings us the feeling of wholeness, no doubt.”
ABOUT: you get closer than you could have ever imagined to best friend's older brother.
CONTENT : sub fem reader, virginity loss, slight corruption, oral, praise, soft ayato.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
your best friend's big brother usually kept to himself whenever you were over. you knew about how he took care of ayaka after the loss of their parents, even funding her college degree with his own paycheck.
slowly, he began to take a liking to you. in comparison to the timid demeanour of his sister, ayato found your preppier disposition a welcome change of pace.
the man grew so fond of your presence that he'd allow you to stay with him while ayaka had a class to attend and you had a free morning. it began with simple coffee and cookies, yet turned into you spilling your deepest secrets to him — ayato became somebody you could confide in, almost like another best friend!
when you told him that you hadn't ever been with another man or hadn't even touched yourself in such a manner, he offered to show you how much fun you were missing out on. and of course you agreed, not really knowing any better. you trusted him, and it'd be a lie to say that you didn't find him extremely attractive.
ayato led you back to his room, a california king filling up the majority of the space. everything was pristine, royal blue shades complimenting what were otherwise rather monotone colours. the most notable feature was the floor to ceiling windows that gave you the perfect view of the city below.
ayato took his time with you. he let you get comfy against his silk pillowcases before kissing you softly, ensuring that you really were okay with what was about to happen.
his large hands pushed up your pretty skirt and he almost groaned at the mere sight of your cute panties. they were white, almost fitting considering that he would be the first to touch you so intimately, and decorated with an adorable little pink bow. ayato noticed the faint wet spot seeping through the material too.
it didn't take him long to discard your underwear. hell, he was already as stiff as ever just from seeing you like this. god, if only you knew that he'd sat on these same sheets and fucked his fist to the thought of your pretty cunt.
ayato began with butterfly kisses that trailed up your inner thigh, a smirk on his lips from how damn responsive you were to his touch. a peck to your pussy lips you left you making moves to squeeze your thighs together, yet the man placed a firm hand on either one and kept you spread out for him.
slowly, he flattened his tongue and licked a few thick stripes up your drooling cunt, experimenting as to what kind of touches and pressure you liked best. of course, every sensation was new to you, so ayato had to read your body language to the best of his ability.
your whimpers as he sucked on your clit were music to his ears, a symphony that he wished could be stuck in his head for all eternity. your hands gripped his baby blue locks, finger becoming entangled as you grew closer to your first orgasm
"ayato!" you cried out, tugging his head away from you. "p-please stop…"
immediately he pulled back, looking over you for any signs of visible discomfort: yet he found none. "what's wrong, princess?"
you looked down, not wanting to make eye contact with the man whose lips and chin glistened with your juices. "it felt weird…"
"oh, baby..." he cooed, licking his lips and pulling you in for a hug. "a good weird or a bad weird?"
you shrugged, honestly not having an answer.
"i think you were about to cum, love. it's okay, i promise. i've got you. do you want to stop?"
"no!" your response was instant. ayato wanted to tease you, yet bit his sharp tongue so as not to cause you and unnecessary discomfort. so far, he pegged you as somebody who would be much more receptive to praise anyways.
this time, ayato tried something different. instead of throwing you back in at the deep end, he suggested you removing the remainder of your clothing and let him see your pretty tits. and, my god, they were angelic. after playing with your hardened nipples for a moment or two and some reassurance that you wanted to continue, his fingers found their way into your cunt.
he began with a single digit, gently stretching your hole open. he didn't care about any blood that shed, his sheets were dark enough to conceal it. after all, he assumed that it would likely make you a little embarrassed. eventually, he added another and his soft fingers continued to tenderly scissor your wet hole open.
once ayato was content, he removed his own clothing. you couldn't help but gawk at the size of his hard cock, worried about how it was supposed to fit inside of you. the man only hushed you, reassuring you that he knew what he was doing and he'd take care of you. you squirmed as your cunt twitched around his tip, stretching to account for his sizeable girth.
one of his hands came to rest on your hip, tracing illegible shapes into your delicate skin. the other held your much smaller hand, comforting you with occassional swipes of his thumb across the back of your hand.
ayato held this position as he pushed deeper into your sticky cunt, praising you for taking him so fucking well. it felt like he was inhumanely deep inside of your stomach by the time that he was bottomed out. he admiring your wide, innocent eyes peering up at him before whispering: "i'm gonna fuck your pretty pussy, okay, darling?"
he received a few eager nods in response, and that caused a sweet smile to break out on his face. god, he felt so lucky. ayato guided your gaze towards him, carefully turning you to look at him. they eye contact made you clench around him, this new sensation overwhelming you."fuck," he breathed heavily, "you're perfect. i need to move, is that alright, love?"
you were already toeing the line of being so utterly dumb on his cock, drunk on the pleasure of your virgin cunt being used. pride filled ayato as he remembered that only he was fortunate enough to be privy to such an angelic sight.
ayato's words remained saccharine as he dragged his cock along your sloppy walls, thrusting his hips against your own. his deft thumb fiddled with your swollen clit to help ease any discomfort.
your eyes rolling back in your sockets as you grew close once again. you were too dizzy to realise you were about to cum, but he had a sneaking suspicion by the way that you tightened around him. tears graced your lashline as your high washed over you, leaving you all sloppy and messy for your best friend's brother.
ayato halted as you went limp against his pillows, stiff cock bouncing against his navel as he pulled out of you. he coddled you as you came down from such an intense orgasm, caressing your soft skin as you ultimately failed to keep your head from floating away into the clouds above.he continued to pump his own shaft, stroking his cock only a couple of times before he spilled milky rivulets across your lower tummy.
ayato kept his grip on your hand throughout all of it. your hold was tight enough that you wouldn't let him move away to go and grab a washcloth to clean you, instead insisting that he stay by your side for a moment longer. the man assumed that you were just processing things, and allowed himself to spend a few minutes watching over you. shortly you drifted to a state of dreams with ease, soft snores echoing off the walls.
ayato chuckled lightly to himself before making promises to keep you safe and make you feel at home around him, all of which proved to be true by the way you began sneaking into his room late at night every time you stayed over. you'd even visit just for a taste of his cock when ayaka wasn't present, sometimes kneeling under his desk as he worked. ayato felt proud with how addicted you were to him, his touch, his body.
who knew his little sister had such good taste in friends?
Hi, will u continue to write icarus' fall? I just want to tell u that I love it sm I can't wait to read the part 4, im sorry if this seems rude. And please take ur time! I hope u doing well and have a good day.
Hi Anon ! Yes I will continue the Icarus’ fall series although I have trouble to find some inspirations for the next chapters -but I know the end tho- ! I’m glad you like it ! Stay tuned 💕
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