Office Worker Toji X Puppy Girl Reader Bonus Tidbits
office worker toji x puppy girl reader bonus tidbits
time to get this out of the drafts :3
office worker toji helps puppy girl reader with her first heat while with him !! nsfw / 18+ !(ෆ’∀’ෆ)!
it’s been a few months since toji’s taken you in. to toji's delight you've begun speaking a bit more - from greeting him when he comes back from work to asking about his day, or shyly asking him for help when you need it. you've also maintained your openness to his petting, making soft noises of delight each time.
recently though, toji’s notices you’ve been more reluctant in letting him go to work. at the door you nuzzle him affectionately, which is cute, but you whimper more sadly than usual when he pets you on the head and tells you to “be a good pup” while he’s working.
you’ve also started licking him before the two of you sleep, climbing on top of him and laying your front against his chest. you whine out his name and make soft noises of contentment too, pressing your face into the crook of his neck and leaving warm puppy drool all over his adam’s apple with your tongue. it’s not that toji minds the drool, but he often ends up getting up out of bed once you’ve fallen asleep to splash his face with cold water or take a cold shower.
when he comes back home to your without your regular greeting, he finds you squirming under the covers of your shared bed wrapped in clothes stolen from his hamper he decides to give shiu a call.
“it sounds like she’s nesting, probably going into her monthly heat,” shiu says with a hint of amusement in his voice.
“heat,” toji repeats back blankly.
“yeah, she’ll be real turned on for a couple of days, make sure to keep her hydrated. some owners like to take care of it themselves, or you can get some toys to help keep her occupied. i’ll send ya some information.”
“thanks,” toji replied, processing shiu’s words.
“it’s real nice though, fushiguro, they get real hot and bothered-"
toji hangs up.
most of the “information” shiu ended up sending were various models of toys to help you get through your heat, but he did include some more informative links. it was important to keep you hydrated, and experienced owners suggested keeping snacks around, too. skin-ship, the more the better, was also recommended to help soothe hybrid instincts - basically it was best if you weren’t left alone.
he does decide to get one of the less extreme toys. a simple vibrating dildo at a decent size. he sets you up with some water and sits down beside you, alternating between some soft petting and holding your hand while ordering one for express delivery.
the night remains mostly uneventful. he’s able to leave a few times to fetch water and brings you a convenience store onigiri he stocks in the fridge so that you’re not hungry while he’s at work. he hand feeds you with you seated on his lap, back against his chest. occasionally, you swipe your wet tongue against his fingertips and when you’re done with the rice ball you lick his fingers clean. content, you look up at him, exposing your collar. toji asks you if you know why “you’re being all soft and clingy” and you don’t seem to be able to explain it completely, mumbling out “puppy like toji.” it’s a different kind of cute, knowing that you can’t control your desire to be around him and it ignites something in toji’s chest. he adjusts your collar, and fiddles with the small engraved charm. “yer know what your ‘heat’ is, pup?”
“mm hot,” you reply, playing with his fingers. he chuckles, tapping your nose.
“not quite,” he says, and rubs the skin around your collar. “i’ll take care of you though, okay?” you nod along and smile up at him with your puppy-dog eyes. “quit bein’ so cute,” he grumbles, pinching your cheek gently. “let’s get you tucked into bed, hm?”
with you finally asleep beside him, toji spent a few hours researching more about puppy hybrid heats. he found that it was common for owners to provide assistance to their hybrids during this time or owners also kept multiple hybrids so that they might help each other through their heats. there were even articles talking about how hybrids only went in heat if there was a certain level of attraction or companionship with their partner - hybrid or human. though your openness and affection towards him was tempting, toji wanted his puppy to be sure of what she was doing before being so involved. he also discovered some common biological functions. puppy girls often produced lots of slick as a means of self lubrication, hence why it was important to keep them hydrated. increased blood flow during heats also meant that sensation to their ears, neck and erogenous zones were heightened, becoming spots of pleasure. he lazily stroked one of your ears as you slept, wondering if and how your reaction would differ. a few websites also explained your nesting behaviour - it was part of dog hybrid instincts to build a nest for potential pups, but the strong scent of their partner was comforting during this intense period. toji furrowed his brow at “potential pups”.
cringing a little on the inside, he typed “how do hybrids become pregnant” into the search engine. multiple search results concluded that it was impossible for humans to reproduce with hybrids. well, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about that. essentially, heats were just your instincts going into overdrive and the best way to help you would be to let you fulfil them as much as possible. the website continued to talk about heat suppressants, which should be used sparingly for approved medical reasons to prevent long term issues. eventually, toji fell asleep with different fragments of information floating around in his mind, one arm holding you close.
as usual, toji woke up before you. he gave you a once over, checking your temperature with the back of his hand. you seemed to be warming up. he decided to go on a quick supply run to make sure you’d be stocked up with food and water. he tucked you back in and got dressed to go downstairs.
toji returned half an hour later with a few plastic bags full of water, juice and rice balls from the convenience store. there was also a parcel left by the door, which must’ve been the toy he ordered for you. he brought everything inside, and went to check on you. you seemed to be just waking up, reacting sluggishly when he returned to the room. “tojiii,” you drawled sleepily. he placed everything by the bed. you wriggled out from under the blanket and clothes on your hands and knees.
“what’s wrong, puppy?” he asked, petting your head. you whimpered and wagged your tail lazily.
“hot”, you mumbled.
“yer heating up a bit aren’t ya,” he responds. you sit up on the bed and wrap your arms around his waist. you didn’t seem to be heat stricken just yet. “are you hungry puppy?” you shook your head.
“sleepy,” you replied.
“how about you sleep a little longer, and let me wash off,” he suggested. he watches you mull it over with a little pout, and you begrudgingly set him free before holing back into your nest. toji brought the parcel to the bathroom with him. his mind wandered as he brushed teeth. on one hand, he was a bit worried about how he might react to you, and on the other he wanted to make sure you were able to act upon your instincts. he spat out the toothpaste and gargled. it’d been a while since he’d been with a woman - work took up most of his time and when he was free, he was too exhausted to actively think about sex. his university days had been far more carefree. well, it was all in the past now. before he left, he washed off the toy and plugged it in to charge.
your condition had changed rapidly in the moment he was gone. you were no longer in your nest, instead turned on your side, clutching toji’s pillows in your arms. your legs squeezed together when you heard the door open, toji’s scent filling your head. toji listened to you let out a desperate whine. “t-tojiii,” you squeaked out, rubbing your thighs against each other. toji was hit with a shot of affection watching you sit up and pull your shirt up to reveal your soft tummy. he pet your head, careful to avoid giving too much attention to your ears.
“what’s wrong puppy? is it your tummy?” you whined, tail thumping against the mattress. the timbre of his voice made your stomach swirl. “you want me to rub your tummy?” you nodded. the two of you arranged yourselves on the bed, toji’s back against the headboard and you seated comfortably in his lap. one hand reached under the hem of your shirt, rubbing slow circles against your tummy whilst the other held your warm hand.
toji’s warm hand seemed to soothe the feeling temporarily, though the relief didn’t last long. the itch soon spread to your thighs, and you rubbed them together in an effort to catch his attention. toji seemed to catch on quick, bringing his palm over the tops of your thighs. the heat slowly began to cloud your mind, focused only on the sensation of toji’s hands, how your back was warm against his chest. your head filled with little muted fizzles of pleasure as your owner stroked your increasingly sensitive skin. you began to let out soft little pants of air, hips squirming as you adjusted yourself. toji would soothe you often by saying “i know puppy, it’s just your heat,” but the words seemed far away in your hazy mind.
as time went on, frustration began to build inside you. toji could see the signs of it; your breath quickened, your whines more insistent, more frequent. you made multiple attempts to rid yourself of your shirt, but toji had gently taken your hands away and placed them by your side. but most of all, you had begun to squirm impatiently against him. heat pooled inside you and a constant throb made it unable for you to stay still. “where do you want to be pet, hm?” he watched you spread your legs shakily, and tried not to lose himself when he could see the slight glisten of slick on the inside of your thighs. “can you show me where?” you whine as you lift your hips slightly, as if inviting him. fuck. toji dipped his hand between your thighs, gently pressing his fingertips into your panties. you whined excitedly, thighs locking his hand in place. now that you were slicking up, you had soaked through your cotton panties. the wetness made the fabric cling to your skin, and he could easily feel the small bump of your clit.
gently, toji hooked his other hand under your knee, palm against your thigh, and bent your leg towards your chest, spreading you once again. he began rubbing you gently through the wet fabric, not with any deliberate intention to bring you to climax, but rather flattening his fingers against the soaked gusset and letting you grind yourself against him or trailing his fingertips up and down and watching you chase his fingers. he didn’t think you were aware of the noises you had begun making, quiet breathy moans escaping past your lips, or cute pleading whines when he momentarily drew his hand away. eventually, perhaps being tired of his teasing you wrapped both hands around his forearm, trying to keep his fingers pressed against you. he chuckled at your newfound boldness - even if heat induced - and let you grind yourself against his fingers, hips lifting off the bed to press yourself harder against him. it was cute to see you finally satisfy yourself, mewling out “toji, toji,” as you chased the pleasure.
perhaps in a moment of indulgence, toji leaned down to smother gentle kisses against the base of your ear. the sensation seems to tip you over the edge, cute whiney moans slipping from your lips as your stomach melts with pleasure. “yer like that puppy? that feels good, yeah?” toji can’t help the teasing lilt which slips out in his voice. it isn’t until you finally still against him and let go of his hands he pets you gently over your almost translucent panties, chuckling when your thighs twitch.
it didn't take long for your desperation to rise again. seeing that you had made no attempt to touch yourself earlier, toji decides to teach you. he takes your hand and presses your fingers against your panties, the other hand steady against your inner thigh to keep your legs open. he lets you explore rubbing yourself for a short moment, gaze unfocused as you feel over the slicked fabric. when you let out a quick surprised moan and try to clamp your legs together, toji knows that you've found your clit. he gently lifts your hand away and let his fingertip glide over the sensitive bump through the fabric. “this is yer clit, puppy,” he said softly. he presses his finger down, eliciting another squeal from you. “you have to be gentle.” you nod, and he withdraws his hand. the two of you fall into a steady rhythm. you clumsily rub yourself, hips occasionally bucking when you overstimulate your clit, all the while toji rubs your sensitive ears with one hand, his other hand continuing to hold you open. it doesn’t take too long for you to finish again, and your heat slowly ramps up.
it takes a couple more self-induced climaxes with toji gently guiding you and a nap for you to wake up feeling like rubbing yourself isn’t enough. what you want most pools inside your tummy, becoming needier in every moment. toji returns from his cold shower to you propped up on your elbows and knees, whining in frustration. the position makes your shirt slide forward, revealing the dip of your waist. your tail is lifted instinctually as you arch your back. toji groans as he spies the outline of your hips through the slick fabric. you’re presenting - a term toji remembers from his research, and it renders his cold shower entirely useless. at this point in your heat you’re ready for penetration and your heat really ramps up. he knows you won’t be satisfied until you’re full.
toji retrieves the toy. “you’re ready for something more now, right puppy?” he says as he brings the toy to your eye line. your excitement is clear and you nod desperately, shaking your hips even more. he sits down on the bed and pulls you back towards him so that your ankles rest against his hip bones, your cute ass right in front of him. tentatively, he begins to peel back the white cotton and lets out a deep breath as you're fully exposed. your skin glistens with slick, small strings snapping as he draws the cotton down your thighs. you whine loudly, arching your back in earnest as the air cooled your exposed skin.
he now knew why some owners liked to personally help their hybrids through heat.
“settle down puppy, have to stretch you out first,” he huffs out. holding you still with one hand against the top of your hips, he used the other to gently pat your sopping cunny, inhaling sharply as you bucked back. “yeah puppy, yer ready aren’t you.” you could hardly contain your sounds of anticipation. gradually, he sank his index finger into your tight heat. he bit his lip, trying not to imagine sliding something else into your slicked hole. heat made your puppy-cunt soft and inviting, and it didn’t long for toji to be slowly working three of his fingers in and out of you. slick clung to his fingers, dripping down to his knuckles as you squeezed against him, whining. when he could tell you were getting antsy, he withdrew his hand (to your temporary dismay) and began to rub the tip of the toy against your hips instead. your excitement was evident, eager to push back onto it as he lubricated the toy with your slick. it was cute watching you squirm for the toy with desperate huffs and toji couldn’t help but run the length of the toy along your folds, gently bumping the tip along your clit. he rubbed the head of the toy against your cunny, finding delight in your twitching and bucking. for a brief moment, he felt a minuscule of guilt for teasing you at this stage and supposed his habits in bed hadn’t really changed all that much. to your delight, he finally slipped the head of the toy into you.
toji swallowed dryly as he slowly worked each inch into you, savouring your mewls of satisfaction. it wasn’t hard for you to take the whole toy and you pressed back on it as if craving more. toji longed to give it you, but he had no choice but to wait. once you had taken the toy down to the handle, toji began moving it. he started by slowly dragging the toy away from you, letting just the head stretch the entrance of your twitching cunny before sliding it back in. when you seemed to crave more he gave you harder, more consistent thrusts of the toy, angling the tip along the sensitive areas which made your stomach coil with heat.
it didn't take long for toji, who was now perhaps lost in the haze of it all, to begin rambling mindlessly to you, fucking the toy into you as if it was himself.
“yer cute puppy-cunt’s all drooly, making a mess all over my hands.”
“is that yer g-spot puppy? feels good doesn’t it - i can when see yer squeezing.”
“good, good puppy, take it all.”
your throbbing cunny soaked up all the attention, clinging tightly to the silicone as toji fucked it into you. heat burned throughout you, and you lost focus on everything besides the feeling of toji’s palm against your hip and the toy he was using to pleasure you. your moans slipped out in rhythm with the toy bumping into the spot which made you clench your toes, and it built up bright bursts of pleasure throughout your tummy. you squealed and whined, pressing yourself into his palm and arching further as the feeling grew.
seeing your reaction, toji fucked the toy into you with a greater intensity, trying not to lose his grip on the soaked handle as he mimicked a partner getting close to filling you up. the sudden pace made you squeal loudly, jolting forwards in surprise. your hands reached forward, fisting themselves into the sheets as your body prickled with pleasure. toji wrapped his arm against the front of your thighs, reeling you back towards the toy before you could successfully pull yourself off.
"where're you going puppy? i thought you liked it, c'mon, take all of it."
a couple more strokes has you collapsing forwards in a loud cry of satisfaction. toji chases your wriggling hips with the toy, finishing you off with long, deep thrusts. he notices how his fingertips are coated in slick. you lie still against the bed, panting. toji watches slick dribble around the base of the toy onto the sheets, and when he gently lifts the fat of your cute ass he can see your hole twitching weakly around the toy. as you lie flat on your tummy to catch your breath, toji notices how your hands are still fisted tightly in the sheets as you come down from your high. he can’t help but climb on top you, straddling your thighs and pressing himself against your ass as if he might be the one inside you instead. he reaches forwards and tilts your chin up to look at him. your eyes are a little unfocussed when you look up at him, but you give him a little smile as drool slips out from the corner of your mouth. you can see the scar on his lip lift before he wipes it clean with his thumb and presses a gentle kiss against your forehead. “good puppy,” he says, before stroking your hair as you doze off.
toji waits until you’re asleep before gently pulling the toy out of you. it’s covered in your slick, and he’ll rinse it off when he takes his next cold shower. instead he leaves it on the sink and brings a warm cloth to gently wipe away the slick from your thighs, carefully swiping over your sensitive puppy-cunt so he doesn’t disturb your rest. he thinks he’ll spend the time you’re sleeping to cool off - he can’t risk losing his composure while you’re in heat. when you wake up, he’ll make sure you get some food and water, then maybe show you the toy’s vibration feature.
END
office worker toji is going to need a lot of cold showers for the next few days~ hopefully before the next heat he can talk puppy about helping her out personally ^_^
it's my first time writing something like this, so i'm a bit nervous about sharing ᵉʰᵉʰᵉ(*/∇＼⭒) hopefully you guys enjoyed it and that there are no glaring mistakes u_u
and also when i said "its been a couple of months" with toji, i just want to clarify that the puppy girl isn't underage or anything (since i feel like most hybrid writers treat heats similar to periods) when she meets toji. i just think it's kinda cute if you only get heats once you have a companion you like, and i feel like it would take a couple of months to warm up to someone enough to desire them that much.
okay thank you luvs for reading <3
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pairing: half-dragon emperor!zhongli x afab!reader
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warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact
disclaimer: there is no pronouns for reader but they are afab, reader is a concubine, emperor au, slight angst, some guizhong x zhongli, monster-fucking, zhongli has some patches os scales, horns and fangs, tongue fucking, zhongli’s tongue grows, cunniligus, breeding, dick bulge, zhongli has a unique dick, marking, mention of blood, size kink, full nelson, overstimulation, dacryphila, implied size kink, reader passes out, unedited
summary: after being gifted with immortality after being exchanged to becoming one of the emperor’s concubines, you noticed he is acting very strange this springtime.
a/n: this is my first submission for my monsterfucker may collab! I hope you guys enjoy it
The empire known as Liyue was an extremely prosperous nation, holding many luxuries as trade seemingly thrived. The emperor, Zhongli, was always celebrated, triumphing and gaining more land, more gold and more commodities for his people.
He was ethereal, untouchable to so many people. People couldn’t believe he was human, but only a few people on the other side of the large pearly gates of his palace knew otherwise. Regardless of his humanistic face and body, a dragon lay underneath it—strong, powerful, and unforgiving.
“Pardon, the emperor, has requested to see you. He’s currently in his chambers,” a servant murmured towards you. His esteemed secretary, Ganyu, gave you a small smile. She was always timid and reserved, doing her tasks to perfection regardless of whatever ridiculous request other concubines would ask of her. As a sigh escaped your lips, you nodded your head getting up from your place at your desk.
Although the emperor has thrived for years, the blood staining his hand had known heartbreak and hurt. The emperor once had a wife—the beautiful, kind, collected Guizhong. She did her best to let the culture of Liyue thrive as Zhongli focused on his countless battles. Art, calligraphy, music, dance—Liyue owed a lot to her.
The sweet white-haired empress fell ill though, a disease unknown and incurable despite the many doctors Zhongli commissioned from around the world. It was said, he refused to be there when she took her last break, soft ruby eyes of her going dull.
In order to get worried nobles and artisans off of his back, Zhongli soon created the concubine system. Beautiful women from the various regions of Liyue soon flocked and decorated the once barren palace. Still, Zhongli did not indulge them—hiding away in his studies. It had been a millennium since her passing, and yet he closed the world and his heart off.
You were sure why you were chosen as a concubine either. You were from Liyue, only a traveler that was down on their luck. As you were on the ground, trying to recover some strength from walking hours—golden laid down on you. His expression was unreadable, his hand reaching out towards you.
And you took it without a second thought, not once fearing the monster in a human disguise.
Instead of rags, lay fine silk covering your form. Instead of dirt, jewels decorated your body. Instead of mortality, you were blessed to be immortal. You even had specialized servants there to listen to your every need.
And like the others, he did not touch you once in all these years.
“Thank you for letting me know Ganyu, I’ll be on my way,” you replied. As you left your abode, the halls of the palace seemed more deserted than usual. It always seemed to have someone hanging out there, drinking wine, chatting, etc.—yet none of that could be seen. Your stomach churned as you headed towards the east wing of the estate.
Something just didn’t seem right.
Your face felt warm when you finally discovered where he was in his chambers. The emperor was in a bath. His eyes were closed, long hair drifting down the milky water like a stream. Flowers floated among it as the smell of glaze lilies drifted heavily in the air.
“...Please join me in the other tub. The servants have already added milk, honey, and flowers. I hope it is to your liking,” his deep voice reverberated. Your eyes drifted down momentarily, your heart throbbing in your chest. Zhongli had not touched you once, and now he wished to see you bare in a tub next to his.
The contract you signed in mystic golden ink flashed in your head.
You chose this title. You accepted being his concubine for his luxuries and royalties. He must finally want his share of his agreement.
You slowly took off the sash of your hanfu, letting the various expensive fabrics fall on the tile floor. A shiver took over your body as it tried to adjust to the sudden temperature. You swiftly headed towards the bath, sinking into the sweet water with a loud plop. Water sloshed around before it finally calmed and adjusted to your sudden change.
The water was warm, as it tried to tempt your body to relax. You couldn’t though, not when the emperor was in the tub next to you—eyes still closed.
“You wanted me, my lord,” you murmured. He let out a deep sigh, nose slightly whistling before finally letting his eyes open. Those pupils of his always pierced your own—golden like the sun shaped as if it were a citrine gemstone on top of honey-hued irises.
Your eyes narrowed gazing at a patch seemingly glowing from the light of the window. A patch of golden scales lay on his cheek. Was he beginning to shed his human disguise? You have not once seen the scale on his skin before. Even though you knew of his status, he never showed any of those traits openly like this.
“Zhongli, are you alright? I apologize if I’m speaking out of term, but you don’t seem to be acting like yourself,” your murmured. You caved in to the water hearing him chuckle, almost amused at your statement.
“Do you think so, I think I’m actually beginning to act like myself, my dear,” he replied. My dear? That was new too…
Zhongli rose from the tub, letting his nude form be free to your gaze. As much as you were tempted to turn away, your eyes lay focused on his cock. He was big and so thick. He was fully erect as well. Patches of various scales were scattered at different parts of his body too.
“M-Zhongli!” you stammered out, getting up from the tub as well. Zhongli could only smile, gaze darkening in lust and desire at your form. He slowly got closer to you, large hands holding your side on the base of the bathtub. You could feel sharp nails poking where he felt you, as he leaned in closer—lips whispers away from yours. Your lips quivered at the anticipation, feeling his soft lips hover on top of yours.
“Are you still alright with this, I didn’t clear you from your busy schedule did I,” he murmured. You nodded your head
“N-No…but, I don’t mind. This is what I agreed to when you saved me that day Zhongli,” you whispered back. Zhongli only grunted, capturing your lips finally. As your eyes fluttered closed, you noticed how rough he was, almost taking your breath away in the process. His lips parted, letting his tongue come and savor you. His hands had begun trailing up and down your curves as well, as if memorizing the way your skin felt underneath his touch.
You felt something slightly painful beginning to poke at your bottom lip. The familiar taste of iron hit your tongue. Zhongli leaned out, letting you get a glimpse of the long canines protruding from his teeth. Your eyes widened, noticing the horns that also materialized on the sides of his head.
His human disguise was really beginning to dissipate.
His lips only curled into a smirk, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek before littering them slowly and slowly to your form—your neck, your shoulder, your breasts, your naval, your thigh—letting that sweet taste of honey and milk stain those petal-like lips of his.
He moved your legs wider, getting a better look at your entrance. Your body shivered, feeling his lips connect with your clit, the familiar sensation of pleasure was beginning to burn inside of you. His tongue prodded out, beginning to swipe his tongue along the bundle of nerves, groaning as he could feel your juices beginning to leak out and coat your folds.
“Mmm. I don’t know whether this is from the bath but you taste so sweet my dear,” he murmured out as a moan coaxed out of you as your hands darted up to reach his horns, tightly gripping them to stay steady. His eyes flickered up to you momentarily in surprise only to close once more to properly savor his meal.
Zhongli sucked hard on your clit, lifting it up with the amount of fervor he had, watching it jump back into place once he finally let it go. His tongue maneuvered around the bud too, only drifting away at times to go back and flicker along the actual nub.
His fingers traveled to both of your folds, stretching you out wider for him to continue his abuse on your clit. His tongue slowly drifted down to your puckering hole, pushing it inside as his fingers replaced where his lips once were.
“H-How is this possible. F-Fuck!,” you moaned out. Your eyes blew wide, squirming under his grasp as you felt his tongue reach deeper and deeper inside of you. Your walls fluttered, clamping down at his inhumanely long tongue hitting the deepest parts of you. Your body shook as the pleasure began getting overwhelming for you. With slow, meticulous circles rubbing along your throbbing clit and his tongue somehow curving up and hitting that other sensitive part inside of you.
Your legs caved in his heavy, pushing his face deeper in your crotch with your grip still on his horns. You could feel his lips forming a smirk, as his factions began going faster and faster. His tongue drilled in and out of you, fingers rapidly rubbing your clit. He was slurping loudly, your essence dripping down on the tile.
“M’gonna. M’gonna. Zhongli!!!” you screamed out, back-arching as you finally reached your peak. With your tear-pricked eyes rolled back, your body convulsed trying to recover from the immense orgasm that just rocked you.
When Zhongli finally raised his head away from your hole, your half-lidded eyes noticed his tongue was normal, swiping your slick coating his fingers. His cheeks held a rosy hue, almost as if he was shy all of a sudden. As you let your back fall backward, Zhongli quickly held an arm out, cradling you in them.
“Are you alright?” he murmured out. A flash of confusion hit your expression. You wondered why he was being so attentive and caring, for someone who seduced you not even 10 minutes ago.
“Y-Yeah…” you croaked out. Zhongli sighed once more, eyes drifting down to the floor. His gaze hardened, grip on you getting tighter.
“...I want to apologize. I lost my composure and ended up dragging you into this. I did not wish for you, or anyone to see this side of myself,” Zhongli murmured. You didn’t respond, only drifting your hands up and pressing it on the patch of scales on his cheek. His eyes momentarily widened but softened as he leaned against your touch.
“Spring is a beautiful season for almost everyone. The bitterness of the cold is gone, there is a new harvest and treats to eat, even the glaze lilies I adore so much bloom beautifully at this time,” Zhongli hummed with a slight smile. His lips soon after curved down, eyebrows furrowed in frustration and sadness.
“But it’s a reminder that as much as I’d like to be human, I’m not. Humans don’t go through ruts. Humans don’t lose themselves in lust. Humans don’t have an unbeatable desire as I do,” he sighed.
“Most years I have managed to close myself off and deal with my…issues alone, but I noticed you outside walking around the garden in the window and I completely lost control. I sincerely apologize from the bottom of my heart for putting you through that. Let’s get you up and hydrated. I’m sure Ganyu is already worried and will gladly take care of you—”
“But who's going to take care of you, my lord?” you whispered. Zhongli flattened his lips, not answering your question. The patch of scales under your touch was jarring, they were rough and juxtaposed against the rest of his soft smooth skin.
“...I don’t mind assisting. I agreed to take care of your needs when I signed that contract years ago Zhongli. Let me do this for you for everything you’ve done for me…” you murmur back to him. Zhongli gulped, fighting a subconscious battle with himself, before pressing a kiss on your thigh.
“You know I won’t be this calm and gentle when I lose myself again. This is a temporary moment of tranquility…” he replied back. You chuckled, lifting your lips to his forehead.
“I figured as much…”
His lips captured your once more, as you laid in his bed. His hips were grinding into your core, you could feel just how hard he was rubbing it along your glistening folds. As he lifted his head from your bruised lips, you noticed his eyes had changed—diamonds becoming slits.
Even his dick had transformed as well, looking more monstrous than before. It now had a gradient, his pale skin turning into an obsidian hue. The symbol of Liyue, of his element, of geo glowed. Even his muscular arms favored that obsidian color, with golden geometric lines decorating the sides of it. Translucent precum formed at the black head, ridges now decorated the base of his cock.
“I’m going to breed you…fill you up again and again. Remember, you’re the one that decided to stay and deal with this side of me,” he growled lowly in your ear. He leaned in close to you, hands clasping tightly at your hips.
The head of his cock pressed into your entrance back and forth trying to find a way for it to fit in. Your body jolted as he slowly entered inside of you. You sucked a breath in, feeling him stretch you out wider and wider as he slipped in deeper. Tears pricked your eyes once more, you weren’t a virgin but he was too big for you not to experience some kind of pain and discomfort.
Sensing the pain, Zhongli growled once more letting his fingers swirl against your clit once more trying to distract you from the pain. A moan escaped your lips as he eventually bottomed out, tip hitting against your cervix. You never felt so full in your life, your hand pressing against the new bulge on your stomach.
Not even giving you time to get used to him, Zhongli began thrusting hard inside of you. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, fingers digging into the silk. The bed squeaked and moaned, wood hitting against the wall with the rapid pace he had set.
His lips connected with your neck, sucking and nibbling the skin. His fangs had returned once more, poking you every so often. Your gummy walls squeezed tight feeling the ridges of his cock rub against that mouth-watering spot inside of you. Your legs wrapped around his waist in a futile attempt for him to get even deeper.
“M’M-Zhongli,” you moaned. Your body quivered once more, reaching an orgasm. His jaw clenched firmly, heavy balls slapping against your ass. A low groan came from him as his warm, thick cum spurted inside of you. A ring of white decorated his cock as he continued fucking the cum deep within you.
“More. More. I need more…” Zhongli groaned. Your tired eyes widened as you were flipped over. He now laid under you, his forearms lifted up your legs lifting up your rapidly pounding into you. Your walls only squeezed tighter, as his previous cum began slipping out and falling on his sheets.
Your hand pressed against his own that was rubbing his clit before you found yourself reaching another high. Tears were cascading down your cheeks as how overwhelmed and overstimulated you were. Your clit burned, still being rapidly rubbed against as a wave of pure exhaustion hit your body. You were becoming so tight that he could barely thrust inside of you. Zhongli growled, letting himself cum inside you once more.
Things began drifting after Zhongli came again. You were repeatedly flipped, handled, and fondled in different positions—with him cumming inside of you again and again. You started losing count of just how many times he had done it.
Gold that once enveloped the room turned to navy as you finally got a barring of your surroundings again. Lips were pressing against the various marks and bruises that now adorned your body and your lower half burned in dull pain. As you tried to move, you whined as the dull pain became much sharper.
“Shhh…easy there. Let me just clean up the rest of this on your legs and I’ll get you some water alright?” Zhongli murmured. That sweet smile was on his lips again, as a damp rag wiped off the leftover cum staining your body.
“Z-Zhongli?” you whispered out in confusion. Zhongli only chuckled, reaching over to a glass of water and placing it on your slightly chapped lips. You slowly drank the water, letting the cool liquid lubricate your once dry throat.
“I told you when I’m like that I lose all sense of myself. Still…thank you for sticking by me. No one has done that for me before,” Zhongli murmured, pressing his lips against your forehead. You leaned your head against his, eyes feeling heavy once more. Zhongli’s hand placed itself on your lower stomach with a small smile.
“...I think it may be time this nation sees a new Empress anyway. How do you feel about that?” Zhongli murmured. You whined, closing your eyes again as exhaustion took over you. Zhongli could only chuckle, noting to get you properly fed and checked out once you wake up from his arms. He could only play with the strains of your hair, bringing it up to his lips.
“...Because I think that’s a splendid idea…”
All I wanna spend is one more night // Between your sheets, behind your eyes
Karasu Tabito x Fem!Reader • Word Count: 4.5k
content warnings: established relationship, porn with little plot, lover boy karasu, reader has an aversion to sex kinda sorta, first times, loss of virginity, mutual masturbation, handjob, multiple positions, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare
You met Karasu Tabito in year three. He had chubby cheeks and a missing tooth, knees dirty from falling into the muddy ground many times over as he rhythmically kicked the school’s worn soccer ball at the wall.
He was sweeter then, face flushed red when you handed the ball gone astray back to him, lisp on his tongue from where his adult tooth hadn’t quite grown in.
It’s hard to forget the twinkle in his eye when he shyly whispered “Thank you,” before scampering back to his spot. It’s natural, the way you fall into each other’s lives. Transferring to a new school during the middle of the year had done little to help your social life. Cliques already made; friends grown up side by side. While your classmates weren’t mean, they did little to include you. Recess consisted of you building little homes out of sticks you’d find scattered throughout the play yard, gritty nails digging into dirty as you play. After your first interaction, you gravitate towards another. You move to be closer to watch his kicks, and he makes his way down the wall to tease you. Calls you weird and then cries when you throw the ball in his face. Sniffles a weak, “Sorry,” before asking if you can be friends. You agree despite your previous disdain, keeping track of his hits in the dirt with the sticks he collects for your work. Red strings drawn close, tangled in mud and sticks and leaves.
The first time Karasu kisses you, you’re in year ten. He’d walked you home like he always did despite it being out of the way for him. His ears turned crimson when he shyly asked if you wanted to go to the arcade together, scarlet when you looked at him confused because you always do. He wins you a bunny plushy and makes you swear to keep it forever, holding out a pinky to you. You link the appendages before pressing your thumbs together, and as you move to press a kiss to your own nail to seal it, he moves your hand down abruptly.
Chapped lips meet yours in an awkward attempt at a kiss, and you pull back violently at the action.
“Why would you do that,” you’d asked haughtily, hands on your hips as you scowl up at him.
“Cuz you’re my girlfriend.” Karasu had replied matter of factly.
“Since when? You never asked me to be,” you grump, finger poking accusingly at his chest, “you can’t just go kissing girls and claiming them to be your girlfriend without even asking.”
You’d expected a snarky come back from him as he usually generously bestows upon you, but instead he scratches his neck shyly and asks quietly if you’d want to be.
“Speak up.” You demanded.
“Would you?” He finally asked, uncharacteristically nervous, “Be my girlfriend?”
You stave off the embarrassment coursing through you, a faux air of confidence burning through your veins.
“Well,” you finally say, “if you insist.”
You fight and you squabble and you cry and lick old wounds once more, but you stay together throughout it all. Tabito dabs at your tears and kisses fresh wounds with a soothing tongue, always making sure you know with full confidence he’s at your side.
Truth be told there wasn’t much of a difference as friends than lovers; albeit your touches grow more intimate.
Tabito insists you’d been his girlfriend since you’d chucked the soccer ball in his face back when you were both snot nosed children, and well, you can’t find it in you to argue. A part of you had always been his, and you’re sure if you were ever to split, it would always stay with him. A seed buried deep in your ribs, watered by the brashness of his love.
It would be dramatic to say that when he left for Blue Lock, a small part of you died. Autumn leaves dry and fall; yet we celebrate their beauty. You still see your friends and make sure to stay steady in classes, but you can’t deny you miss Tabito.
Ironically, it’s around spring time when he returns. He takes you to see the cherry blossoms bloom and tells you he’ll love you until his legs give out.
(To which you tell him that it’s likely enough to happen sooner than later with a sport like soccer; cackling loudly when he grabs fallen blooms and tosses them promptly in your face.)
You both turn twenty-one together; celebrating just the two of you in the small run down apartment you now share. You kiss and you eat sweets until your stomach aches, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
(The day of moving in Tabito finds the old plushy wrapped delicately in a blanket.
“You still have this ratty thing?” He’d asked with a smirk, holding it out to you.
“Don’t talk about our son like that,” you scold, snatching the plush from his hands before smiling down at it lovingly, fingers brushing the worn fabric of its ears.
“And of course I kept him, I promised you, didn’t I?”
Tabito smiles widely at this, scooping you in his arms and kissing you obnoxiously as you squeal and shout for him to let you go.)
It’s not until you’re out eating lunch with friends that you truly think about it; sex with Tabito. It’s not that you don’t want to have sex with him. You’re well aware your boyfriend is handsome, you’d just never got around to it.
(Your friend’s jaw drops when you say this, shaking her head in disbelief.
“You haven’t done anything.”
“I gave him a handjob once,” you’d replied with a shrug of your shoulders.
Your friend scoffs in disbelief, but thankfully drops the topic, but you can’t help but let the seeds of doubt whittle their way into the sanctuary you’d built with Tabito.)
“Do you want to have sex with me?”
It’s an ordinary Saturday morning when you spring the question. You’d been thinking of roundabout ways to ask, but you’d never been good at subtly and you know Tabito prefers when you’re blunt with him.
He splutters on the drink he’d been taking, cleaning his throat before looking at you incredulously.
“Do I… what?”
“Do you want to have sex? Make love, copulate, fuck, the hanky—”
He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence, moving to stand in front of you with red ears.
“No, I know what you said. This was just… unprompted. Do you want to have sex with me?”
You cross your arms and huff, ignoring the cheeky smirk on his face as he steps closer to you. There’s a buzzing energy you’ve never quite felt stirring in the room, and you sway from one foot to another with nerves.
“I asked you first,” you respond lamely, looking at him straight in the eyes in a poor attempt to keep up your confident facade.
“Yes, of course I do. Why wouldn’t I want to have sex with you?” Tabito answers honestly, large hands prying your fingers away from where they’d been digging into the fat of your arm in anxiousness. He kisses the heel of your palm softly before wrapping your arms around his neck and bumping his forehead lightly against yours. When you still don’t respond he gives you a boyish smile before attempting to soothe you.
“If we’re being honest, it’s not something I thought you were interested in,” he explains, “you’ve always shied away when I’ve tried to touch you in the past, and that stuff doesn’t matter to me. I love you as you are now, sex won’t change that.”
You frown in thought at his words, fingers threading through his freshly washed hair as you contemplate.
“Have you ever had sex before?”
Tabito laughs at that, presses obnoxious slobbery kisses to your cheek before answering.
“You know I haven’t.”
“Well then how do you know you’re not missing out?”
“I mean I still masturbate, can’t be that much different.”
Your body heats with embarrassment (and perhaps a bit of something else at his vulgar words).
“Well it’s surely better. Tighter probably… and wetter. Or whatever.”
Heat blooms on Tabito’s face as he hugs you close to him, shoving his face in your neck to hide his blush (it doesn’t work, you can feel the heat on his face and see the crimson flushing his ears).
You press closer to him and kiss at the junction of his neck and shoulder lightly before furrowing your brows and pulling back.
“Are you… hard right now?”
A smug smile creeps on his face, and you have an overwhelming urge to kiss it off.
“Can you blame me? My beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend just propositioned me with sex and told me how she’d feel tighter and wetter than my own hand.”
You scoff at his words before picking at the lint on the neck of his shirt.
“So… you want to then?”
He smiles sickeningly sweet down at you, walking you backwards and guiding you to your shared bedroom.
“I do, but I want you to want it too. Don’t think you have to do this because of me.”
“I do, want to, I mean. But I don’t know what I’m doing.”
He laughs softly at this, turning to sit on the bed and pull you into his lap, familiar hands rubbing up your sides soothingly.
“Neither do I,” he replies easily, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then your pouted lips.
“But you just said you masturbate.” You frown, settling deeper into his lap as he maneuvers you into a more comfortable position, his back pressed against the head of your bed.
“I do.” Tabito’s smile is shy, fingers tracing the familiar lines on your palms as you speak.
“So you’ve watched porn, so you know some things.”
He pauses in his movements, looks at you incredulously before laughing.
“I’ve never watched porn. I just think about what I would do to you. What you’d do to me.”
“Oh.”
“Oh,” he mocks, teeth nipping at your nose as you scrunch it.
“Can you show me?”
Tabito’s movements halt, hips shifting nervously under you as you stare wide eyed at him, a face far too innocent for someone who just asked him to stroke his cock in front of them.
“Only if I can watch you, too.” He finally says after clearing his throat.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
You’re almost offended at the shock on his face, but have little time to register before he’s flipping the two of you over, switching your positions.
“Have you touched yourself before?” He asks, hands helping you wiggle out of the sweats you’d stolen from him back in high school.
“Yes,” you answer honestly, pulling your shirt over your head.
A shiver runs down his spine at your words, cock straining in his sweats as you leave each other in only your undergarments.
“Shouldn’t we like… kiss or something?” You ask shyly, fingers picking at your nail beds.
Tabito laughs softly before spreading your legs, and pressing as close to you as he can so he can sit between them, eyes flickering from your chest to your eyes.
“How about you tell me,” he says, “tell me what you think about when you touch yourself.”
You shy away at this, whining when his large body stops you from being able to close your legs; the exposure too much.
“Why are you so shy, baby? I’ve seen you naked before, you know?”
“I know but this is… different.”
Tabito presses a reassuring kiss to your lips, teeth nipping at your bottom lip before pulling away. There’s a smirk on his face when you lean to chase him for more, hands making their way down your thighs as he soothes the tense muscles.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” he whispers breathlessly, the heat of his words caresses your face, sends a shiver down your spine as he pulls away to palm his cock.
“I- I think about that night,” you finally squeak out, “when you let me touch your cock.”
(Moonlight shone brightly through the room that night, the lewd sound of Tabito’s mouth licking at the fat of your neck filling the liminal space. Big hands dug crescents into your skin, breaths heaving as you part for air. There’s a pause when you shift forward and feel the length of his cock beneath his sweats. Tabito eyes you warily, opening his mouth to assure you that you don’t have to do anything.
He’s cut off by his own moan, hips bucking up into you as you palm his cock.
“Baby,” he whines, head falling back against the headboard with a thunk.
“Can I touch you?” You ask sweetly, eyes entranced at the sight of pleasure watching over Tabito’s features at your featherlight touch.
He nods frantically, aiding you in pulling the sweats down to rest on his thighs. You press your mouth to his, licking against his teeth before sucking his tongue into your mouth. Tabito whimpers at this, neglected cock twitching. You pull back with hooded eyes, spitting down onto the leaking tip before using the palm of your hand to spread it over his tip, wrapping around his cock before giving an experimental tug.
“Like that?” You ask, eyes darting up to look at him.
“God— yeah, just like that, baby,” he whines, hands fisting his hair as your movements speed up.
You keep your eyes trained on his face despite his eyes being scrunched shut, watching the way his jaw clenches when you grip him harsher, the way it falls open shortly after when your thumb traces along the tip of his cock.
“Don’t stop,” he says through gritted teeth, hip bucking wildly into your hand as his high approaches.)
“Don’t stop,” Tabito groans loudly, heel of his palm pressing harshly against his boxer shorts, dark spot seeping through with precum.
His obvious arousal has you wishing for more, more noises, more skin, more, more, more.
“I think about the way you sounded, how you moaned my name when I rubbed my palm on the head of your cock.”
Your hand makes its way down to your cunt subconsciously, fingers ghosting over the band of your panties before Tabito’s stops you.
“Not yet,” he instructs, “just— touch yourself through them, please.”
You do as he says, fingers pressing against your clit. You moan at the contact, rough fabric catching just right. You feel the way your arousal seeps through your panties, high on power as you watch the way Tabito’s eyes dilate when he takes in the sight.
“Keep going,” he encourages, “tell me more.”
“I think about how big your cock felt in my hand, think about it stretching me open,” you whine, fingers moving faster, Tabito’s own matching the rhythm you’ve set, “I— I think about what you’d taste like, if you’d let me put it in my mouth, how you’d sound when I choke on it.”
Tabito moans out loud at this, hand sliding down the front of his boxers before pulling his weeping cock out. You take this as your sign to follow, eyes narrowing in on the way his fingers flex as he strokes himself.
“I wanna hear, too,” you whimper, fingers pulling your panties to the side so he can see how wet you are for him, the tips dipping into your heat to gather your slick before moving back to circle your clit.
“You’re killing me, baby,” Tabito groans, hips bucking up into his own hand as your chest heaves with pleasure.
He remains quiet for a while, the only sounds in the room is the wetness between the two of you, bodies inching closer and closer until you can feel his hand against your own.
“I think about the way you’ll taste on my tongue,” he says, voice husky with arousal, “the way your pussy will feel when she’s stretched open for the first time.”
You press a finger into yourself at this, hips canting up at the intrusion. Tabito groans at the sight, timing his thrusts into his hand with the way you fuck yourself on your fingers.
“T-think about the way you sounded that night, when you let me fuck your hand,” he groans through gritted teeth, “the way you talked to me… the way you licked my cum off your hand afterwards, how it tasted when you kissed me.”
“Please, Tabito,” you finally break, hands moving to pull his face towards your own, lips crashing messily against each other as you claw at the exposed skin.
He pulls you into his lap, cock jumping as your pussy presses against him. You can’t help but moan at the friction, humping his cock as you gasp and cry out for more.
“I don’t want to wait anymore, need you inside me,” you whine, but make no movements to stop the current pace your hips have set, your wetness pooling down onto the base of his cock as you use him for your own pleasure.
“Cum like this first,” he pleads, hands pressing you down harder, “cum like this and I’ll give you my cock. Stretch this pretty pussy open, make it mine.”
You cry out as you fall over the precipice of pleasure, hands clawing at his chest while your hips buck desperately into him.
“One more,” he says, pushing you until your back hits the mattress.
His lips press harshly into yours, tongue licking at your teeth as you whine into his mouth. He pulls away to kiss at your neck, teeth nipping at the familiar skin while his hands smooth up your sides. Your bra is quickly taken off, tossed somewhere in the room before his hands are back on you. Teeth bite harshly at the fat of your chest, tongue soothing the ache before you can whisper a complaint.
“You’re so sensitive here,” he says, eyes transfixed on the way your breathing increases as he blows on your nipple. Tabito flicks his tongue over it, testing the waters and you moan loudly at the sensation.
“So good for me,” he murmurs, his hands pulling your legs to wrap around his waist. Instead of the heat of his cock pressing against you, his abdomen is pressed to the flesh, “I bet I can make you cum from just this. Just this.”
His mouth wraps around your nipple sucking harshly before moving to the next, your hips buck at the sensation, and he presses closer so the rigid muscle of his stomach presses against your aching clit. Calloused hands encourage the movements, hips bucking wildly as you hump his abdomen in abandon.
“Tabito,” you whimper, “please, please, please.”
Your hands fist his hair harshly, pressing his mouth firmly against your chest as his tongue rolls your sensitive chest between kiss swollen lips. Tabito doesn’t bother stopping, if anything he moves you faster, bites harder, kisses soothing the ache until another high crashes down on you.
“You’re so sexy,” he murmurs, mostly to himself, “can’t believe I finally have you like this.”
“I’m sorry for making you wait,” you finally whisper as your breathing evens out.
“Don’t apologize.”
His tone leaves little room for argument, and you nod obediently at his words, smile spreading across his face as he takes in the flush of your face.
Harsh kisses turn soft, and Tabito moves you once again to rest in his lap.
“This way you can go at your own pace,” he says, settling back into the sheets, eyes blown with lust staring up at you, “don’t take more than you can handle. If it hurts, we’ll stop.”
You nod in agreement, leaning to press a kiss to his lips before lining him up to your entrance. You’re wetter than you’ve ever been, hands shaking before his own moves to aide you.
“Look at me, please,” he asks softly, “I want to see your face when my cock stretches you out for the first time.”
You do as he instructs, eyes nearly rolling back when his tip presses past the tight ring of your cunt. Gasps of pleasure are shared between the two of you as you slowly work your way down, pulling up to ease the ache before you finally rest against him.
“What the fuck,” Tabito groans, teeth clenching harshly as your cunt clenches on him.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re so fucking tight,” he whines, fingertips digging harshly into the fat of your hips.
Your cunt clenches again at the filthy words, nails scraping down his chest as he bucks up into you.
“If you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to cum before I even get to fuck you,” Tabito says, chest heaving as he tries to maintain his level head.
You smirk down at him before intentionally shifting your hips, grinding down onto his cock. Tabito’s eyes dart open, eyeing you warningly.
Tabito senses your hesitation, propping an elbow beneath him. His hand cradles your face, thumb brushing against your cheek lovingly before he pulls your lips to his. His free hand moves to your hip, guiding you gently. It’s not long until you find your own rhythm, gasping into his mouth as his cock presses against a spot that makes you see stars.
“Right there,” you whine, “Tabito, please, don’t stop.”
Arm still propped up, Tabito pulls you back, fisting the hair at the nape of your neck. His lips wrap around your neglected chest, hips bucking up into you hitting that spot deep within you over and over until—
“Cumming!” You cry out, eyes rolling back as your pleasure consumes you. Tabito hips fuck into you faster, moving at a bruising pace to elongate your high. You slump against him as your orgasm fades, his fingers tracing absentminded shapes into your back as you heave against him.
“We can stop here,” he coos, lips pressing against your neck.
“No,” you say, shooting your head up to look at him, “I want you to cum.”
He smiles at this, pressing forward until you’re on your back. You whine at how deep his cock presses into you in this position, nails clawing harsh lines into his back as he wraps your legs around his waist.
Tabito pulls back out slowly, eyes darting over your face for any sign of discomfort before he’s snapping his hips harshly into yours. He fucks you hard— deep, carving his cock into your walls as you whine and cry out for him.
“Fuck,” he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you use the leverage of your legs on his back to meet his thrusts with your own in desperation, “you feel so fucking good, baby. You hear that? Hear how wet this pussy is for me? She’s cryin’ for me, baby. Needed my cock to fill her up, stuff her full.”
Tabito pulls out suddenly, hand falling to his cock to squeeze at the base in an attempt to stave off his own orgasm. Before you can protest, you’re flipped over, limp body pulled onto your knees before you know what’s happening.
Fingers did crescents into your hips as he fucks you for his pleasure, grumbling moans falling from his lips.
“Just like that,” he whines, “just like that. Fuck yourself on my cock. Fuck it like it’s yours.”
He stops his own movements, hands fisting his hair as you press back against him again, and again, and again. You whine his name and his chest presses against your back instantly, large frame engulfing your own before you’re flat against the bed.
Tabito’s arms circle your front, cradling you to his chest as he humps into you, barely pulling out before he’s pressing back in again. Gasping moans are pulled from your lips at the angle his cock slides into you, drool slipping from your lip when he bites harshly at the junction between your neck and shoulder.
“Tabito,” you whine, “want you to cum. Please, please cum for me. Want you to cum inside me. I need it! I need it, I—
You’re cut off by a cry of your name, his hips pressing against yours as you feel the warmth of him filling you up.
You slump weakly against the bed, struggling to breathe as Tabito relaxes against you. He notices your squirming quickly, pulling you to rest on your side. You whine when his cock slips out of you, and heat burns a fire through your veins when you feel the way your combined essence drips down the side of your leg.
Soft words are murmured into your hair, hands massaging at your aches as you both come down from the intense pleasure.
“Still think your hand is better?” You ask, finally breaking the silence.
Tabito laughs, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck before loosening his hold so you can turn to face him.
“Not by a long shot.” He laughs at this, pressing sloppy kisses to your cheek just to hear you squeal out in protest.
“Tabito…”
“Yes, sweetheart?” He asks softly, propping himself up on his arm to look down at you properly, “Are you okay?”
You lean up to press a kiss to his lips reassuringly, nodding, “I’m okay, but… I can feel your cum dripping out of me right now.”
Tabito chokes out a laugh, blush rising on his face.
“You can’t just— just say things like that!” He whines, heat licking at his core.
“Like what? It’s true!”
He shakes his head at this, sliding his arm out from under you before standing and stretching. Dark red lines fill up the space of his back, and you smile shyly at the sight.
“Nice back, Karasu,” you tease, laughing when he uses the mirror hung on the back of the bedroom door to take in the sight.
“Babe,” he whines, “don’t make me get hard again.”
“I didn’t do anything!”
Tabito shakes his head at this before walking into the bathroom. He returns with a warm washcloth, pressing a kiss to your forehead before maneuvering you onto your back. There’s a smug smile on his face as he cleans you up, a soft kiss to your knee when you playfully knock it into his shoulder. He looks up at you from between your thighs smiling brightly at you.
“Hey,” you whisper.
“Hey yourself,” he says, moving his face to hover over your own.
“Come here often?” You ask, fingers tracing around his eyes before you lean to press a kiss to the mole resting just below the left.
“First time actually,” he laughs, flopping down onto your chest, nuzzling your neck to press soft kisses there.
“You’re so stupid,” you say with a roll of your eyes, fingers threading through his soft hair.
“I love you,” Tabito whispers, arms wrapping under the small of your back to hold you closer.
“I love you, too.”
ITTO - DATING APP HCS
WARNING: SMUT
PAIRING: ITTO X FEM READER
Where do I even begin here? Ugh, lol. Raunchy sex, lots of crack and Itto being head over heels with his Little Bumble Bee. I will just say I might be ashamed of some of the things I wrote here xD
“Plot thicker than Itto’s cock” - review courtesy of my lovely beta reader
Hypothetically speaking, how hard can it be to find a handsome but cute guy with the physique of a bodybuilder and a cock bigger than your dreams? Turns out, not that difficult at all. Especially if you aren’t particularly fussy about his intelligence level. You don’t need another Mr Smarty-Pants with a genius IQ score. Archons forbid. You have had enough of men like these. All you are hoping for right now is a good fuck. A good old pussy pleaser with a charming face to sit on.
And that is when you swipe right, drooling not too respectfully at the sight of an Oni. An Oni going by the name of Itto, sitting a bit too proudly in his jet-black, too-tight, look-at-my-enormous-dick leather pants on his equally big and just as a black motorcycle.
The smile on his face is promiscuous, too obvious to mistake it for anything else than ‘I will ruin your pussy’ promise hidden behind the upward curve of his lips. BINGO. That’s exactly what you are looking for!
HOLY SHIT! It is a match too!
You assumed it would be more trying of an experience than that. What should you do? Hit him up? Sure, you are looking for a fuck buddy, but you still need to be a little bit…, how do they call it? Hard-to-get? Yeah, yeah. That’s it. This is what you read on the Internet after you had been dumped by your ex - ‘flirt with them, but play hard to get.’ Men love the chase. You wish you had googled that before your previous relationship went up in flames together with the last shreds of your dignity. NO MORE HEARTBREAKS. You don’t need men. You just want their cocks.
DING-DING
The phone buzzes, interfering with your moment of eye-opening revelation.
From: Arataki Itto
Hey, bbby gorilla. I bet you smiled when you saw my name pop up on the screen just now :D
You re-read the message a couple of times, thinking that maybe you were too generous about the ‘doesn’t have to be that intelligent’ rule. Haven’t you seen something similar on the Internet already? You know auto-correct can be cruel, but this should be classified as straight-up meme material.
From: Arataki Itto
Baby grill*, sorry!
Should you take screenshots? Your friends would have a field day mocking you and your first failed attempt at finding a hookup. Hey, let’s give him a chance. Maybe, just maybe, it won’t be that bad.
From: Arataki Itto
Dayum, man, this shit is wild. Ignore that, yeah? So, whassup, Sweetie? Can’t believe I fished out such a pretty little thing. Look at you, fancy rags you are sporting there. Isn’t it uncomfortable to wear it every day?
You could be asking him the same thing. His dick cannot be happy, begging for more room in his male-hooker trousers.
To: Arataki Itto
Are you referring to my clothes? It is called a suit. I wear it to work.
You realise that you sound more condescending than it would be generally acceptable, considering the fact that you really want to bounce on that dick sometime soon. Itto doesn’t seem to pick up on it, though?
From: Arataki Itto
WOah, Dude. Are you some kind of businesswoman?
Yeah, he totally did not get it. He is the most oblivious person in the whole Teyvat. No doubt. You are still counting on a good dick, though.
To: Arataki Itto
Yeah, you might say so. I run my own company.
You don’t want to reveal too much. You are not looking for a hand-in-marriage, duh. He doesn’t necessarily need to know how rich you are. Well, probably he will discover sooner or later, but that’s just not important now. You have a clear goal in mind. After a year of life resembling that of nuns, you really need to let off some steam.
From: Arataki Itto
NO SHIT! That’s so cool, man! I don’t really know much about that. But, I am also someone you might call a big shot, like yourself. Wanna know what I do? :D
You snort out loud, grateful to Archons that you didn’t get to exchange messages with this big dumb-dumb during one of your business meetings.
To: Arataki Itto
Well, let me guess. You are a fearless gang leader and a multiple champion of bug fights? :)
You hit the send button, fully expecting him to tease you back.
From: Arataki Itto
Holy shieet, no way? How did you know? You important people really have your way with things, don’t you? Sweetie, you are a keeper.
The sip of coffee you took ended up jetting out of your face, splashing on the documents and your desk.
To: Arataki Itto
No, Itto. I just read your profile info?
There is a longer period of silence in which you deal with the mess of your soaked papers while all cogs in Itto’s brain come to a screeching halt.
From: Arataki Itto
Sure, I was just fooling with you, Babe. You are a sharp one, though. Cool. Anyways, Sweets, fancy meeting me soon???
Yeah. For some inexplicable reason, you send him a short ‘yes’ answer before your common sense can convince you otherwise.
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DAY 17 — VIRGINITY LOSS
kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3
𖧡 — including — neuvillette, heizou, wriothesley
𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, first time, virgin! reader, taking your v card, soft & passionate, pussy drunk genshin men
𖧡 — NEUVILLETTE
neuvillette was always tender-hearted and caring with you— nonetheless, this specific night, he was burning up through his entire nervous system— only a minimal glance of your body was able to drag him into such brimming state with sweat spouting down his back while only inches away from feeling your skin on his hands— just the whisper of your soft words scurrying at the head of his sinful imaginations.
at the present moment in time, there were no thoughts other than doing this correctly, no focus other than the one centered on your angelic frame— a crucial need, as much as air and water, sewed up within the pain of anticipation simmering over his psyche.
you can feel how his fingers silently curve over the flesh of your thighs before he inches you closer to his bare body, "voice any discomfort to me—," he pauses before coughing out, barely breathing as his heart thuds hard against his chest from how tight your legs were wrapped around his hips, "—immediately."
you nod in compliance, and you rest your head against his broad shoulder before feeling neuvillette's complete weight shift, soon after caging you beneath him as he towers on top with a new perception prodding at your wet core, his cock gently resting between your silken pussy lips— it's unique to any other feeling you have ever experienced before and your thighs instantly clamp around his hips harder, your ragged breathing tottering over his neck and shoulder.
you try to relax yourself, letting your hips fall into the mattress before suddenly trembling at an increasing pressure on your cunt— you hear a whimper as neuvillette rests his forehead on yours, holding his gaze on your eyes, the force of the increasing press precise and cautious as your hole parts around the intrusion.
it seems to be everywhere, all at once trapping your body and you suddenly feel so hot inside, then cold, then hot again, the way it manifested so quickly in you like a spumming inferno that imprisoned your body before your mind floats in the air, above clouds— again, it's hot and cold, hot and cold, the pressure in your lower area penetrant and heavy, and you're becoming dizzy by just focusing on how his shaft was stretching you out as neuvillette fills your cunt to the hilt.
neuvillette notices an immediate reaction from his elevated senses, in the way a strong current of oversensitivity stung along his thick, sheathed shaft like a bee stinging their victims— nullifying his pace as his hips stutter before coming to a hold, reveling himself into the warm hug of a wet, gushing pussy enveloping him.
it's just too much right now, for the both of you— or how your body was beginning to smell just like him, your pussy shaping over his length and casted all around it— as if the both of you, had claimed each other entirely.
𖧡 — HEIZOU
"squeeze my hand if it's too much or uncomfortable,"
regardless of heizou's confident and soothing sentences towards you, before smirking down and giving you the feeling that he had it all figured out a long time ago— was in reality, a helpless attempt to hide his genuine panic deafening his inner spirit, and even though the detective believed he did a good job at concealing it from you, the way he'd awkwardly scrunch his brows together or stumble over his own words aired his self parading nervousness spotless for you to see.
despite that, it's a heavenly sight to have you splayed underneath him, bare and exposed— untouched, so hot that it has you clench around his waist as he first slips himself in, his cock immediately showering your warm walls with love. your heart was racing and so was his, yet it was impressive, his self control, slowly pushing in and out of your little hole and leaning his head down to plant a soft, tender kiss on your lips.
"you're so beautiful," heizou praises as you part your lips, "you're mine," and wait for heizou to slip his eager tongue deep into the warm cavern of your mouth, your mind lost in a swirl of senselessness by his gradually fastening thrusts and the mild pain accompanying them— yet such, didn't matter in this moment, because your thoughts travelled up the soul-deep river over emotions unlocking deep inside that bonded your bodies in a new sense of awareness.
𖧡 — WRIOTHESLEY
watching you smile filled wriothesley with a love he never thought he was capable of feeling— and it's warm, as he believed love should always be perceived as, with your bodies moving unitedly, ugh, archons, he was obsessed with this intoxicating feeling.
“f-fuck, fuck, princess, fuck," he stumbles over his wet trembles, his mouth parted and forehead bedding a film of sweat as wriothesley persistently grinds into your sensitivity, his voice raspier than usual and for once he wasn't cracking occasional jokes, instead he hold your gaze forevermore, groaning out a shaky heave as you mewl out from the deep-rooted press on your core— it's a little uncomfortable you won't lie, and wriothesley being above average wasn't aiding you in that particular battle.
despite that you welcome him completely, no matter the circumstances you keep your legs pressed around his thighs when he tirelessly embeds himself so far inside your cunt that you're nothing but a babbling mess, hardly capable to breathe nor voice your pleasure due to the lingering compression on your slit being penetrated for the first time by a large, thick length, so perfectly shaped and harboring a soft pink on the bulbous tip.
he didn't believe he'd ever become so devoted towards another human being and utterly revel inside pleasing you for the first time, through your body and your soul and ugh— that you wanted him to be your first and no one else, how such reason alone was growing the addiction inside of him, his hips grinding inside your warm hole as his lower abs constrict at the pleasure.
wriothesley licks into your mouth in desperation, and each moment he pulls his hips back only to slip inside again, it’s so much better and it seemed like there wasn't a chance for it to subside, the sensation was growing between both your bodies rubbing over each other, his hips twitching with the sudden thud of vibrations due to your creamy walls clamping down on him.
your soft frame squeezes underneath his rough one, hot walls and wet taste, your slit gripping him just the right way and swallowing him till overcrowded with his heavy length, stimulating the veins sloped over his shaft like you were made to do this with him and only him.
truly, there was no comparison to this, nothing would make him get bored of doing this with you.
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cw. all characters aged up to twenty+, sending nudes to your boyfriend at practice. not proofread.
Sometimes the timing of Rin’s morning practices can be quite bothersome, especially when you’re waking up to his side of the bed already cold and the space between your thighs hotter than ever. It’s to be expected after being pressed up against him all night, but it’s not fair either when he’s not there to do anything about it.
But because in your still half-asleep mind he’s the one to blame for your arousal— you think it’s only fair that he makes up for it, even if it means you have to tease him a bit yourself.
Rin’s already text you by the time you reach for your phone, asking if you’re awake — you’d normally wake up by the time he kissed you goodbye but you must have slept through it today. But his message is perfectly timed, so you decide to take advantage of that as you outstretch your arm holding your phone.
Angling down the camera a bit more before the shutter clicks and you click send without offering much more.
You think the photo will speak for itself.
And it does, Rin’s sipping on his water bottle on a bench at training — staring down at the little text bubble that lets him know your typing. He wonders for a second what’s taking you so long to respond, but before he can ponder on it longer than he needs, your picture pops up and he almost chokes on his next mouthful of water when it does.
You slept in his shirt that night but you’ve hiked it up deliberately higher for this photo, revealing the curves of your body and the bare skin of your thighs as you tangle his sheets between your legs.
It makes Rin’s jaw tighten before he’s quickly typing out a response to you, one that makes you giggle as you imagine him gritting his teeth.
Rin 💙 : What are you trying to do? Anyone could’ve seen this.
He’s probably frowning and giving off that aura that he normally does when he’s mad, though it’s not due to that this time, (Well, not completely anyway).
You know better than anyone that Rin would’ve been just as frustrated as you before he left this morning, given he normally doesn’t have any time in the morning to satiate himself unless you’ve both woken up early for some reason. Today he didn’t, and you know just how obvious his hard cock looks in his practice shorts first hand.
You’re smiling as you respond to him, before following it up with another photo.
Doesn’t matter because they know I’m yours anyway….
Rin almost pops a vein at that, and a hard-on as well.
You know exactly what to say to get him riled up. I’m yours anyway, and your positioning is lewder now— thighs a bit more spread and you’ve deliberately gotten your face in the shot this time.
He’ll tear this whole field apart if it gets him home to you sooner.
You’re giggling at the other side of the phone, rolling around on his luxury mattress as you watch Rin’s chat bubble appear and reappear.
Rin 💙 is typing….
Rin 💙 is typing….
Rin 💙 is typing….
No doubt speechless or too worked up to even think of what to say to you, you’re sure he’ll not be short on words by the time he’s home. But for now, you can only enjoy it… in your own little way as you position the camera one more time.
It’s cold without you…
He’s flushed completely red as he looks at this one. His jaw is clenching tight and his features have pulled into that deep set frown that he wore on the occasion he was particularly pissed. The sort of expression the rest of the team knows to avoid, so they make sure to keep their distance when calling back the team for the next practice game.
He sets down his water when they do, then looks at you again.
Your nipples are peeking through his shirt. He knows it’s not cold in his bedroom because he made sure to leave it warm for you — which means the only explanation is you’ve been playing with your tits over his shirt. In his bed.
Rin almost snaps his phone in half with how quickly he types out a response with that in mind.
Rin 💙 : This game won’t take long. Don’t move until I get home.
the spider’s sense! a spidercaleb series.
♥︎ spider-man!caleb 𝑥 fem!reader
synopsis. ┆ caleb’s life was perfect—until it wasn’t. a radioactive spider bite turned him into linkon’s friendly neighborhood spider-man, the daily bugle started hunting for the man behind the mask, and to top it all off, he was forced to partner up with you—his smart, competitive, and infuriatingly perfect classmate who threatened his spot as number one in the class rankings.
tags/warnings. ┆ college/modern au, academic rivals to lovers, fluff, angst, eventual smut, gran isn’t evil in this LOL, the canon event, college parties, alcohol consumption, cliches, depictions of serious crime, references to the spider-man comics and movies, mdni
a/n. ┆ fanart art is by 长白山小葱头 on weibo. this is my first series on this app to celebrate hitting 1K! if you want to join the taglist, comment on this post or send me an ask.
main masterlist. ┆ talk to me!
chapter one ── pest control.
caleb's worst fear comes true when the two of you are assigned as lab partners, especially after your first experiment together goes horribly wrong in more ways than one. (4.6k)
chapter two ── too easy, this game. (soon)
after you’re forced to check up on caleb, you realize that your methods of revenge can be sweeter and much more interesting than you had originally anticipated.
one. two. three. four.
“I don’t hate you. That’s the fucking problem.”
Days passed and the words kept echoing in your mind as well as Sukuna’s. Almost as if he's trying to convince himself as much as you.
He knows what's the root cause of this problem. He needs to get laid.
It's just lust. If I can't get you out of my head, then I'll fuck it out of my system.
Yeah, that's his solution. Go to a random club and get fucking laid.
He found a distraction as soon as he ordered his first drink from the bartender. Some random woman clung to his arm as he downed his drink. Didn't even have to try.
He forgot how easy it was for him to seduce a woman. Before you lived with him, he used to have random hookups here and there. Now, it's like he doesn't even recognize himself.
The woman introduced herself and tried to make small talk but honestly, Sukuna didn't even pretend to care. Just a distraction.
Five drinks later, he finds himself in the dance floor as the woman grinds herself to his hips.
Bad idea. Bad fucking idea. Because as he closed his eyes, all he could think about was you, not the woman in front of him. Your hair, your skin, your body.
What are the chances of running into Yuuji and his damn circle of friends in the same club at Friday night? Turns out, it's fucking high.
Because when he opened his eyes again, he finds you staring straight at him from the mezzanine floor of the club.
Yuuji dragged you along with him to celebrate Yuta Okkotsu's birthday, your senior.
He couldn’t stand watching you sulk in your room anymore. He asked Nobara to dress you up and Megumi to help him convince you to join the party. You can’t say no to the trio.
You were met with a cocktails and vodka shots the moment you stepped into the booth, you were already half drunk by the time you managed to greet Yuta a happy birthday.
“Thanks for being here, enjoy the party!” He replied enthusiastically before being dragged away by Maki.
“Hey Yuuji, am I drunk already or is that really your brother at the dance floor?” Your eyes immediately darted where Megumi was pointing at.
“Nah, you’re drunk Fushiguro. I’m not even sure he knows a single dance move.” Yuuji dismissed and didn’t even bother to look at the man on the dance floor.
“Fuck, it is him.” You exclaimed, almost only to yourself.
You’d recognize that build and tattoos anywhere, he stood out even with the sea of bodies that swayed with the rhythm of music.
But that’s not all you noticed, you can clearly see a woman grinding herself to him. His eyes were staring back at you, but his hands were planted on her waist.
Your eyes were focused on the way his hands roamed around her body. When he pulled the woman close to him using her hair, you’re done for. You felt turned on yet pissed at the same time. You can imagine yourself down there with him, it's you that he's touching and not her. Why does it have to be another woman? God, why not you?
Seeing that scene made you sober up. Great, the reason why you were sulking was here, on the verge of fucking someone else.
Why did that annoy you so much?
“We’re gonna need more shots.” Nobara stated when she noticed your expression.
“You know what? Bring the whole damn bottle. Happy birthday Yuta! Let’s get fucking wasted!”
Sukuna watched as you retreated back to your booth. The blood that rushed from his brain down to his cock was now dissipating. It’s no fun when you’re not watching anymore.
“What the hell is your problem?!” The woman shrieked when she almost fell to her face, as he shoved her away from him.
“Sorry, lost my interest.” He simply said and went back to the counter.
Goddammit, he can't even get hard if it's not you that he's touching or thinking about.
Sukuna’s phone vibrates almost an hour later.
“What.” He answers it without looking, knowing fully well who’s on the other line. His eyes were fixed up on the balcony once more.
“Nobara got her really drunk and she’s been cursing your name all this time.”
Sukuna stayed silent, what the fuck was he supposed to do?
He had a plan before coming here, which was clearly ruined when he opened his eyes again and laid it upon you. When he saw you watching him so intently he couldn’t do it, either it’s you or no one else.
“Plus, she’s saying she’s going home with a man, so-”
“I’m coming up there right now, don’t fucking touch her.” He snarled.
Sukuna found you on the deck outside, with a man in front of you.
Who the fuck?
The loud stomping of shoes to your direction didn’t stop you from mindlessly playing at the shot glass in your hands. Your vision was spinning due to all the liquor you drank. Drinking with Nobara felt like playing a losing game.
“I live close by. Wanna come with me?” Toma, the guy in front of you said.
“‘m sorry, but I’m here with my friends.” You tried rejecting him but he was so persistent, even had the audacity to touch your arm.
“Come on. It’s only a five minute walk, I can-”
“No you won’t. Get your fucking hands off or I’ll break it.” Sukuna deadpanned. The guy tried to apologize but he scrammed almost immediately when Sukuna gave him a deathly glare.
“Hello Sukuna, where’s your woman?” Your sardonic tone pissed him off even more.
Right in front of me, pouting. He wanted to say.
“C’mon, we’re leaving. Now.” Sukuna stated. You set the shot glass down and stared at his palm that was stretched out in front of you.
“We can’t leave, haven’t found my man yet. Since you scared that one away, I should start looking for a new one.” You slur, whole body swaying as you stood up abruptly.
“You’re not going anywhere.” In an instant, Sukuna had already blocked your path.
Your upper body bends as he caged you to the closest railing. Surprised by his act and fucking scared of falling, your arms immediately clung to his neck.
His familiar perfume flooded your senses due to the distance between the two of you being mere inches from one another. It's intoxicating. Addicting.
Then you remembered what you saw on the dance floor.
“Let go of me, Sukuna. You haven’t answered my question, where’s the woman you were with earlier? Stay away from me and go back to her.” You tried shoving him with both hands but he didn’t budge.
“One minute you can’t stand me, the next you act like this. I can’t understand you. What the hell do you want from me?” You locked your eyes with his as you pounded your fists to his broad chest.
“You really don't get it, do you?” His jaw clenched.
“Get what? You confuse me a lot you know? You said you didn't hate me, so what's this? Do you just enjoy making my life miserable?”
“Fuck, I want you!” He finally exploded. “The woman that I want is you. You’re my brother’s best friend and I know I shouldn’t be having these thoughts but I can't fucking help it. I want to claim you, I want to make you cry out my name, I want every inch of you.” Your mouth parts as you stood still, stunned into silence. Sukuna’s chest was heaving as he continued on.
“I’ve been going crazy trying to keep my fucking distance because I know I’ll ruin you. But you ruined me, now I can’t get you out of my head.”
“You…want me?” You inhaled sharply. That was unexpected.
“More than I’ve ever wanted anyone. It’s driving me insane.”
“Yeah, I find that hard to believe.” You scoffed and crossed your arms. “I saw you earlier, you’ll fuck that woman if you haven’t seen me. Or have you done it already?”
“Don’t look at me like that, no I didn’t fuck her. I haven’t even touched any woman since you moved in with us. Fucking hell, even my body betrayed me because it wants only you.” He gripped the railing tightly, hands flexing at your sides like he was holding himself back from touching you.
The silence stretched between the two of you. The air was thick with tension and filled with something neither of you could dare describe.
“Tell me you don’t feel the same,” he murmured, his voice rough, pleading. “And I’ll let you go.”
Your fists dropped on your side. You should lie. You should lie and say the words that would make him leave.
You should say it. That this was wrong, that you didn’t want to betray your best friend by going after his brother.
But you didn’t.
Because despite knowing better—you wanted him too.
All you could do was do was look up at him, eyes burning with the truth you couldn’t escape.
You didn’t say a word.
And that silence was your answer.
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