#overstimulation Drabble_02 (ft. Diluc + Kaeya)

#𝐃𝐑𝐍𝐆𝐈𝟎𝟐𝟎𝟒𝟏𝟏⠀⨾⠀overstimulation drabble_02 (ft. diluc + kaeya)

！ :⠀NSFW, fem! reader, multiple orgasms, messy (so fucking messy), an unnormal amount of cum, riding, cock slapping, m/s dynamics, oral (m), breeding, baby trapping, orgasm denial, bit of dubcon (kaeya says 'no more' one time), kana is a cocksucker for kaeya, pure filth v.2, you all are so thirsty for them bcs me too ☹️ suggest me who to write for next with these drabble thru asks bcs i'm an undecisive bitch 💅🏻✨

✙⠀⋅ ⋅ ⋅⠀D I L U C

diluc’s grunts echoed in his study, the objects littering his desk clattering from how rough you were moving against him. his hands were tight on your hips, teeth softly biting down on the soft flesh of your breasts before his tongue starts licking on your hardened and sensitive nipples.

he is too good, always too good for you. always giving you what you want, treating you as his queen, pleasuring you just the way you want to. you have him wrapped around your finger, always there to present the best this crooked world has to offer. he just loves you that much.

“hng~ you’re so hard inside of me, master diluc.”

the tips of your fingers slowly dig themselves on his shoulder, successfully keeping you in place. his shaft was hot, prodding so deep inside your walls, hitting every spot that would send tingles throughout your body. you can feel each nerve of his dicl twitching whenever your walls tighten around it, hearing more of his deep voice grunting in pleasure.

you love it, you love it, you love it. “always wanna keep you inside me, make me your lil’ breeding doll master 'luc~.”

diluc is a man who had his fair share of people slurring on their words on the daily, mind barely processing the words before they’ve been spoken. but yours sends a different wave of craving inside of him, the heat grew unbearable when your eyes flash him this unyielding desire to be bred, wanting to have more of your fucked-dumb state and it’s only because of him.

“you’d want me to fuck a baby inside of you?” you felt him lifting himself up, putting a hand underneath your thighs just to thrust himself back inside your awaiting hole.

"hm~ yes please. give me your baby, i'll be a good lil' mommy!"

words slurring but your body still so responsive every time he'd ram himself deeper in your cunt, if hearts can protrude from his eyes then maybe diluc had showered you more of this fiery desire the time you started to want him like this. this feral longing to be full of his cum awakened this carnal hunger in him, his hips speeding up just so he won't leave your sensitive cunt empty.

you can feel him so close, so big, aching and twitching to let go of his cum. there was nothing in your mind but the feeling of being full of his warm load. and the mere thought had your walls spasming, reeling at how the tip of his cock prods on your sweet spots while his pelvic bone brushes along your puffy clit.

The feeling was amazing, you can't stop how your body shakes under diluc's hold. but he doesn't stop, continuing to rut himself back your tight and warm walls. diluc bit on his lips, holding back the moans, focusing on how much he doesn't want to cum yet. but you've made it impossible for him to speak another word, pulling him close around your body, both arms on his neck to keep him bound to you.

"cum for me, master diluc. breed me, fill me up~" you whispered with teary eyes, triggering his own orgasm. it felt too strong, his balls felt so sensitive at how much he came inside of you. he was panting, legs shaking but his arms kept him stable on top of you.

he could almost collapse from how intense it was, feeling loads of his energy disappear. as he's about to pull away, you kept your arms around his neck and started kissing his cheeks, his neck, and his lips. "one more? make sure to knock me up, please."

"one more?" he asks, voice shifting mockingly as if to taunt your disheveled state but the smile on your face had him choking on his words after you followed your sweet grin with a thrust of your cunt back to his still hard cock.

"s-shit, you really need to be knocked up properly, yeah? one load isn't enough for you, princess? what a c-cumwhore you are." he had it difficult spitting out those foul words when he continues to feel the warmth brought by your hole. you aimlessly nodded your head in agreement, pushing more of yourself closer to his hot body. diluc shuddered, hips stuttering as his cock pulsed inside your warm walls, feeling how much he's spilling inside of you.

he wants to pull away, to take a brief pause from how pussy drunk he already is but the sweet smile on your face, gentlehands tugging on his hair, lips kissing anywhere it can reach, diluc felt himself moving along with the sloppy thrusts you're giving him. he's addicted to the slight pain on the pit of his stomach, the wet sounds of your cum-coated ass hit by his balls, the wrecked yet excited expression you pull off beautifully, yes, he's addicted this this pleasurable pain you're making him experience.

"yes and i hope master diluc has it in him to fill me up until he's sucked dry~."

✙⠀⋅ ⋅ ⋅⠀K A E Y A

"just be a good boy and let me suck you dry."

kaeya whimpers, fingers digging on the smooth leather covering the couch of your home. he bites down on his lips, feeling another round of moans about to spill out from his throat. he looks down at you, doe eyes hitting him with so much warmth that it sent tingles down his spine and blood to his already hard cock, causing it to twitch in your hand.

and that little movement isn't gone unnoticed by you, smiling as you start to softly pump up and down on his shaft. nimble fingers started to caress his balls as well, making kaeya buckle up on his seat. you look at his sweating form, his chest glistens underneath the light inside your home. 'you're so adorable like this, kaeya. are you ready?"

he nods, waiting the satisfying feeling of your lips kissing on the tip smeared messily with precum. he's so eager, so good for you that you can't help but give him what he wants so you start smothering the pretty head of his cock, his hips shaking from how good he felt with just the littlest movement on his dick.

"want to cum, kae?" you whispered, slowly moving down to kiss the side of his shaft, leaving gentle pecks on each nerve protruding on his skin. he nods, faster than he expected to. "use your words kae or i'd make you forget to use them."

"yes please, i want to cum f/n."

"good boy, kae. i love you, ' love you so much." and you felt this slight twitch on your hand and you felt beads of cum squirting out, ruining the shirt you're wearing as it stains it white. kaeya felt so embarrassed from how quickly he came for you, just hearing how you love him had him on his knees, submissive to the burning touches you leave on his body, compliant to every word you say as he could only trust and listen to you.

despite how much he wants to shrink and hide away, your suprised expression that shifted into a smirking one had him nailed down the couch, accepting the warmth that soon engulfed half his cock in one go. he groans and followed to moan when you suckled on the tip before letting it go with a pop. he was about to raise his hand and pull you back on his cock, wanting to feel more of your mouth around him but you slapped him away before he can do so.

"be a good boy and don't move. let me milk you dry, baby. letme do it, yeah?"

he looks down on you, his eyes watering from how painful it is to feel his cock waits for stimulation but receives nothing. "yes, i will. please, make me cum."

hearing his pleas, you continued and licked the tip to clean out all the cum, rubbing the side of his cock with vigor, spreading the spit you left from shoving half of it inside your mouth. he was hot and hard on your hands, the head letting go of so much cum whenever you went to focus on sucking on it. his moans were deep, smooth and pretty like he always is.

in a few minutes of sucking, licking and bobbing your hands on his dick, kaeya can feel his abdomen tightening. "i'm about to cum, f-fuck. i'm so close."

before he could even do, you pulled away and let his hard cock hit his stomach. he whimpered, thighs stuttering from having his orgasm denied until the feeling died down. "did i tell you that you could already cum?"

"n-no," he replied as he calm down but he didn't get another second to pull himself back when you went to spit on the tip of his sensitive tip before shoving down half his length until you finally had him deep inside your throat.

"you will not cum unless i said so. i will still milk you dry only if you heed to my commands. understood?" he nods but that doesn't convince you. "you keep on saying yes but you keep disobeying me. are you testing my patience, kae?"

"but i'm not, i really don't."

"hm, as long as you behave then i'll reward you."

and he behaves, listens and lets you do what you want on him. biting on the skin of his thighs, massaging his balls, licking from the base all the way to the head, sucking on the tip until he's too sensitive to hold himself back from coming. he looks so pretty, always so pretty for you as your hand got stained with his load that doesn't seem to stop from coming out of his cock.

"see? if you'd just stay and be good for me then you'd get to cum like this kae. want more?" a few of your words are already unaudible for him but he keens on your last sentence.

"n-no more, please f/n."

"no more? wrong answer kae." you shake your head, frowning when you looked up at him. "but you haven't cum inside my mouth kae, would you really let that opportunity go to waste?"

he is silent besides the heavy panting from his body. "answer me kae," you demanded, lifting four of your fingers and gave his cock a light slap on the head. kaeya groans in pain but his body twitches in delight. "you have such an honest body but a liar of a mind. what should i do to you, hm?"

as unfair as it sounds, you can't help but focus your gaze on his cock, standing proudly on your hand, stiff and pulsing when you gave it a short pump of your fingers. "or would you rather cum inside my cunt? you're choice kae."

even when he thinks he can no longer cum from how much you made him do so, you still had him pushing more of his load out and it either lands on your hands or on your mouth. he looks down on his legs and can he himself still hard and eager. he really has a honest body and can't help but feel excited when he sees you removing every article of clothing on your body, settling your legs between his thighs, rubbing the overstimulated cockhead on your clit before aligning it with your wet entrance.

"i told you kae, i will suck you dry so be a good boy, will you? "

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love at first bite.

premise: most customers visit your cafe for the delicious bread and good coffee, but he comes for the cute barista behind the counter.

info: your parents run a bakery-slash-cafe and as their child, you're naturally expected to help around the shop. unknowingly, you attract attention in the process.

characters: kazuha, thoma, xiao, childe, albedo, scaramouche & ayato !

kazuha, a part-time employee at the bakery

when your grandmother grew too frail to work at the cafe due to old age and had to retire, the shop had a shortage of helping hands thus needing someone to work her shift. enter kazuha kaedehara, a sweet boy in the neighborhood who's always been in good terms with your older brother. having his eyes on a particular game console at the time, he was happy to help while earning some pocket money for himself.

but even after successfully purchasing the item he saved up for, he continued to work at the cafe. it was certainly something your family appreciated, since kazuha was pleasant company and he was skilled in the kitchen. remarkably more efficient than you for the job, actually, despite the fact you're the one who'll receive the business in the future.

“you won't be so troubled if he were to run the business with you,” your mother stated in what you hoped to be in jest, not subtle in the slightest with her thoughts of kazuha being a suitable son-in-law after he so sweetly prepared a cake for your surprise birthday party. your face burned while kazuha only laughed in cheer, perhaps missing the hidden insinuations. (why else would he smile at that?)

time passed in the blink of an eye and he eventually became a face you often saw first thing in the morning, cheeks dusted with flour and hands gripping a tray of baked goods fresh from the oven. rays of shimmering gold bathed him in an otherworldly glow, smile brightening when he catches sight of your figure by the door.

then you'll grab a towel and rub off the dirt on kazuha's face, missing the way his eyes crinkle in mirth. missing the way your older brother rolls his eyes at the action very much alike pda. missing how you've been doing this for the past three years and not once stopped to think about why he had flour on his face all the time, and if he'd been doing it on purpose just to see you in this proximity. an unceasing part of routine that came as naturally as going to sleep at night and waking at morning.

you see him a lot more in the summer when you both share shifts at the same time, you working at the counter and him at the kitchen preparing treats that already sold out. (he reasoned he preferred it that way to avoid getting flirted with.)

“could i get another order?” the customer you noticed have been staring strangely at you for the entire duration of his stay suddenly went up to ask. you paste on a flawless customer service smile regardless of your discomfort, thinking he hadn't done anything wrong yet. “of cou-”

“[name], there's something odd about the hand mixer,” kazuha cuts in, peeking through the door and knocking on the wood to gain your attention. “could you check it for me? i'll switch with you.”

your expression drifts to one of genuine distress, not picking up on the excuse he provided for an easy way out. you rush to the kitchen and kazuha takes your place, much to the customer's disappointment. this does not not escape his attention and kazuha smiles, “what can i get for you?”

one half-hearted order later, the customer finally leaves. the smile on kazuha's face drops as he picks up the piece of tissue the man left on the counter, scrawled with a set of numbers in dark ink.

“it worked just fine?” you return after checking on the fully functional hand mixer, confusion apparent on your expression. kazuha breezily slips on a smile, crumpling the tissue in his hand and shoving it inside his pocket.

“really? that's great.”

thoma, your childhood friend

once upon a time at the tender age of seven, you had a timid disposition and had few names you could confidently proclaim as your friend. however, thoma was an intelligent child who figured out being friends with a person who owned a bakery entailed sharing snacks with each other at breaks.

lured by the mouthwatering scent of your lunchbox, he approached your desk and initiated a conversation. his friendly demeanor had managed to break you out from your shy shell, and from there on, you began to spend time together, him oh-so-generously offering to walk you home so he could stop by the bakery. his efforts were rewarded when your parents were delighted seeing a new friend of yours, shoving a packet of chocolate cornets in his hands.

...well, that's how it started, but it wasn't like all he wanted from you was free food. he wormed his way into your life, growing close not only to you but also your family; your grandfather was especially fond of him. he even became an unofficial employee of sorts, tidying the bakery when the opportunity arose. your parents spoiled him rotten with sweets in return, them often being the cause of thoma's cavities before you grew up...

speaking of growing up, you long left primary school and now attended different schools, but thoma made it a habit to pick you up and walk home together just as you did often before, leading to misunderstandings of your classmates thinking he was your boyfriend. which couldn't be any more wrong.

but it was true that he was the sole receiver of your valentine's chocolate for a long, long time, something that he prided over. which is also weird, considering he received more than enough chocolate to fill his bag close to bursting each year. (it's special, you remember him telling you once. as to why, he wasn't very keen on informing you, maybe even a little shy about it. is it because you're good at baking? it surpassed other people's attempts at homemade chocolate? it had more meaning compared to storebought chocolate? you can only guess.)

so really, he's astonished when he spots another box of brownies stuffed in your belongings, peculiarly wrapped in a more elaborate manner compared to his bland plastic packaging. heart-patterned in a pale pink, topped with a delicate ribbon trimmed with white lace.

he narrows his eyes, fingers ghosting over the box. “who's this for?”

he gets a whiff of a pleasant scent on you, some perfume your aunt had given you on a holiday. you styled your hair differently that day, too, not a single imperfect crease seen on your clothes, lips glossy with a sheen of tint thoma remembered gifting you as a present before.

your cheeks flush in a rosy color, stuttering out an excuse. an excuse that doesn't register in thoma's head because of the buzzing in his ears, but he doesn't really need to hear it to understand; he'd be a fool not to guess this was for a special someone.

a special someone that isn't him, clearly.

xiao, the classmate you've been crushing on

contrary to popular belief, your infatuation with xiao hadn't been established from the start. you belonged in the same class but you weren't especially interested in him at first glance, staying far, far away from classmates fighting over the seats beside him. he had a pretty face, that much was obvious, and maybe you did stare at him a little longer than you had to... but that was the extent of it, an appreciation for things you found pleasing to the eye.

“the inside matters more than the outside” is a phrase as good as horse shit, empty words used to placate the ugly community. even with unread love letters trashed in garbage bins, succinct replies to heartfelt confessions, and other actions that might be considered rude if it was a less attractive man doing them, xiao remained a desirable prospect as a lover. the world just worked that way. you didn't feel particularly envious of him, but you didn't see him in a positive light either.

and his opinion of you... well. it was less than ideal when he saw you at the supermarket going grocery shopping once; he had only vaguely recognized you as his classmate when the moment you laid eyes on him, you gasped “salt!” and ran towards the aisles containing spice.

(to be fair, he was reminded he needed to buy a comb after seeing your messy hair.)

though as the seasons changed with flowers blooming in warm spring and wilting in bleak winter, underneath all that grouch xiao was pretty nice. it was a matter of his apprehension melting away and your presence growing ever more familiar as days passed. his cold exterior warmed into something sweeter, something far less bitter compared to how he appeared at the beginning.

if it were five months ago, if you were to get yourself injured by accident while preparing a meal in home economics class, he would've frowned and said “did you cut your finger?” “yes.” “don't let your blood mix with the soup.”

if it were in the present, he'd frown all the same but the furrow in his brow would suggest visible concern rather than slight annoyance, taking out teddy bear-patterned bandaids he pretends he doesn't carry all the time for exact situations like these because you weren't good with knives. (baking is different from cooking, damn it.) his hands would be frustratingly gentle as he wraps your cut finger, and the soft tenderness that always graced his actions towards people he cared about was more than enough to make you fall hard.

then you remembered your mother's teachings. “the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.”

the thing is, nobody at your school knew your family ran a bakery. it wasn't something you actively tried to hide, it just never came up at conversations. if you were to act as a romantic “secret admirer” and send baked goods to test xiao's reaction before confessing, you'd at least get an estimation of your chance at success of snagging a hot boyfriend. that has to earn you extra points for bribery creativity, right?

so. that's how xiao came to receive colorful bite-sized macarons, cream puffs piped with custard, glazed cinnamon rolls, and anything of the sort packaged neatly in boxes sent anonymously every few days. the notes greeting him good morning or wishing him luck for a test later that day are all printed, hence not giving away the sender's identity by their handwriting.

as much as xiao appreciates the gesture, however, he also looks guilty. when you ask him why, heart pounding in your chest, he flushes red at your eager expression and quietly admits, “i already have someone i like.”

childe, a troublesome customer

from your numerous years working at the cafe, you've seen a lot of things: the anticipation and nervousness in blind dates, the endearing awkwardness of first dates, the sweet thoughtfulness of friends and family buying snacks for a certain someone, and —

the entire shop broke into collective gasps as the cup of coffee was thrusted towards across the table, splashing the boy seated in that direction. he seemed astonished, pristine white shirt soaked in a muddy brown, and the girl accompanying him made a point to place the now empty glass loudly against the table. “you're the absolute worst!” she seethed, tears rolling down her cheeks. she left in fury, leaving without waiting for a response.

...break ups. not the most common, but they definitely happen. they're mostly not this dramatic though.

the boy left behind attempted a smile. albeit strained, it was enough to stop the other patrons from looking at the spectacle. kazuha seemed hesitant to deal with it, so it was up to you to approach him with a towel. he looked a bit pitiful cleaning his face with tissues. “are you... okay?” you winced at your own question and amended with, “do you have anything else you need?”

he laughed. “i'll have to trouble you to mop this mess on the floor, but i'm alright. thanks.”

you nodded. not one to pry or meddle in someone else's relationship, you only went to do what you had to, mopping the coffee staining the ground. before the boy left, you noticed he left a generous tip.

you couldn't help thinking of him as that one guy who got dumped each time he visited the cafe though. but he never went with his (ex-)girlfriend ever again, only sometimes bringing along what you presumed were his younger siblings. he spoiled them, too, unrestrained as he pulled out his wallet and paid for a large amount of treats his brother and sister wanted to try.

and because he's a treasured benefactor, you thought it would be nice if you showed your appreciation somehow. you handed him a bag of pastries he hadn't asked for, to which he tilted his head in question.

“they're on the house,” you said. “new products. we're experimenting and haven't sold them yet. it would be helpful if you gave your opinion for them.”

he peeked at the contents, seeing they were muffins amongst other things. “thank you. i'll make sure to tell you my thoughts, though i'm already certain they'll be as delicious as everything else here.” he smiled.

it was simple as that. no entanglements that linked you in a personal level, but he found himself gravitating towards the cafe whenever he had free time to be idle. he didn't even eat what he bought most of the time, giving them away to his friends, aside from the time you personally gave him that bag of pastries yourself. he didn't even let his siblings touch them.

and maybe it didn't have to be so complicated. he was striving to find love all this time, only for each relationship to run dry quickly. it was always him not being enough, not paying his lovers enough attention, not giving them enough affection. what he thought was love didn't last for very long.

but maybe this could be. keeping it secret in his heart, quiet appreciation for the dazzling person behind the counter, nurturing the small crush that would only remain small if he didn't act upon it.

“could you try this for me?” you request, offering him a batch of brownies. you seem... shy. bashful. it's a new look. childe certainly have never seen you blush before.

he takes a bite and it's exquisite. “it tastes good. are you going to sell this too?”

“ah, no.” the tips of your ears redden further. “i'm... making them for someone.”

it is then when childe remembers valentine's day is approaching. it is then that he realizes, his heart sinking in disappointment. “oh. okay.”

albedo, the eye-candy regular

people-watching is a habit you pick up on when the clock is beyond hectic morning hours, the cafe that once bustled with cranky swarms of patrons demanding their daily dose of coffee emptying to something that lets you breathe more freely, frenzied atmosphere gradually settling into calm.

in the moments of respite, you find yourself fanning your face, having enough leisure to rest instead of frantically memorizing orders. that's when your gaze steers to the customers residing by the tables, enjoying snacks and sipping on their beverages. one specific customer catches your eye, and surely you aren't the only one who's unwittingly beckoned over by his charms.

beams of sunshine blanket around him in a soft glow, light brown hair almost gold in the bright rays. teal eyes are glued to the paper in front of him, hands smoothing over the surface as the pencil in his deft fingers glide in elegant strokes. his pink lips part when he brings the cup of cappuccino to his mouth, taking small sips and his tongue darts out to catch the foam-

...or so the girl near his table types furiously on her laptop, perhaps taking him as inspiration for a novel she's writing. good for her.

in any case, the face is a familiar one. you have no name to attach to his face, so you began dubbing him as “jeff”. for no particular reason. it's quite inconvenient to refer to him as “handsome window seat dude” all the time. unfortunately, the cafe has coaster pagers and there isn't any need to ask for customers' names so his name remains a mystery. jeff it is.

so “jeff” frequents the cafe during late morning, always bringing a new book with him or a sketchbook to while away the time. not that you see anything he draws. the most you see is other customers interrupting him in the middle of it, either to flirt with him or straightforwardly ask for his number. for politeness's sake, he makes an effort to not let his irritation show, but seeing the subtle shifts in his expressions over the course of several months has allowed you to notice the minute changes in his mood. (were you really staring that hard? or it's just a talent. you can't take xiao's words at face-value because he's a goddamned tsundere so now you've honed a talent for reading people.)

so it comes off as a shock when he strolls to the cafe visibly cross, exasperation rolling off him in waves. dark circles line his eyes, a crinkle in his brows hinting displeasure. fatigue emanates from his very being, and in spite of his impeccable appearance in the past in comparison to the zombies you have as customers before they get their desired caffeine, he doesn't look too different now.

even worse, when he finds his pockets empty without his wallet and he only manages a few coins in the deepest corners of his bag to afford the most bland item in the menu, he looks vaguely murderous.

you cough, driven to help since his expression makes you think your days are numbered if he doesn't get his coffee soon. “i can pay for you this time,” you offer. he stiffens, grateful but tentative. “it's no big deal.” you even slip in a plate of waffles as extra, topped with generous swirls of whipped cream and cut fruit.

“thanks, i'm... not myself today. stayed up all night,” he mumbles, adjusting his backpack strap where it's falling off his shoulders, heavy with textbooks he has to study. “i'll pay you back tomorrow... but i don't need the waffles, really.”

a couple bucks isn't much of a loss and you're not that much of a cheapskate. “it's alright. the waffles aren't even on the menu, it's just breakfast i made.”

“oh.” he seems mildly surprised at that. “...thanks.”

you push the brewed coffee in his direction when it's done, grinning at him. “have a good morning then, jeff.”

he gives you a weird look. “my name is albedo.”

“it's a trick. i wanted to find out your name.”

he blinks, still processing what you said. then for the first time that morning, albedo smiles.

(much much later when kazuha's cleaning the cafe, he finds a worn notebook placed on one of the empty tables. he doesn't like poking his nose into things he doesn't own, but in the hopes of finding the owner's name somewhere, he peruses through the pages of scrawls and doodles and sketches of scenery. he stops at a sketch of a face he knows by heart, surrounded by an embarrassing amount of flowers.)

(kazuha somehow dislikes how he instantly knows who it belongs to.)

scaramouche, a stray looking for shelter

scaramouche despises the rain.

especially when his partner for his project bails on him 30 minutes after their agreed meeting time (by text, no less! without a single apology!), and he wasted half an hour in the campus library for absolutely nothing. then 5 minutes after his departure, the sudden downpour takes him by surprise and further sours his sullen mood.

he rushes under the nearest roof he finds for shelter, the rain refusing to let up and only getting stronger by the second. cold winds nip at his skin, causing him to shiver in his partly drenched clothes. he follows the warm yellow light illuminating what he thinks is a coffee shop of sorts, the bell's chime announcing his entrance when he swings the door open.

the place is empty with the exception of one person behind the counter, storing the leftover baskets of pastries in the fridge. you blink, not expecting anyone else to arrive, and you assume you forgot to flip the “open” sign to “closed” again.

you don't have the heart to correct the customer though; he looks remarkably similar to a stray cat caught up in the rain, wet purple hair plastered on his forehead and cheeks and drenched jacket most likely not enough to give him warmth. his sharp eyes narrow and he's scowling, irritated at his stupid partner and this stupid rain and-

“you're closing?” he notices, and you nod. he clicks his tongue, obviously displeased.

“if you're only here for shelter, i can stay until the rain stops?” you suggest. “i closed early because i had to study, but i can study here since i have my textbooks anyway.”

“that...” scaramouche pauses, suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed for coming off as rude. “if you're fine with it, then that would be nice... thank you.”

you nod again, ducking behind the storeroom to take care of other equipment, so scaramouche takes it as his cue to sit at one of the tables, brushing back his wet hair from sticking all over his face. when you return, a towel rests in your grip and you offer it to him kindly.

warmth settles in his chest, gratitude filling his heart. it strengthens when you wordlessly push a cup of hot chocolate in his direction before seating in another table, sheets of paper and numerous books haphazardly littered about. the only noise he can hear is the gentle pitter-patter of rain outside and the mindless taps of your fingers against the table as you practice test questions. the intermittent loud flicking of pages in workbooks and constant clicks of your pen should peeve him, bad habits in the library he finds annoying when he's trying to focus on reading, but it's strangely comforting in the otherwise silence shrouding the pair of you.

(he finds himself sneaking glances, unwittingly stealing a peek at the way your nose scrunches up adorably when you come across a tricky question. the way you worry your bottom lip, eyes sweeping over the contents of the workbook. the way a defeated sigh parts your lips, inevitably switching to another question to answer.)

(then he catches himself being a creep so he pinches his thigh to wake himself up.)

less than half an hour later, the drizzle reduces to gray clouds pierced by rays of sunlight. scaramouche prepares to leave, followed by you scrambling to pack your things. in your haste, your bag tips over, revealing a small umbrella. that prompts a prick of guilt to seep in his skin, knowing you could've left much earlier if he didn't hold you back.

“thank you, again,” he can't help but say. you wave him off, insisting it's not a bother.

the next time he visits, it's a week later. an umbrella is tucked by his side, this time, and the rainy season has discouraged people from coming so you're closing early except you don't have anything to shield from precipitation. you lent kazuha your umbrella when he ended his shift because you thought the rain would come to pass after an hour or so, and it... hadn't.

scaramouche peers inside, the sign still displaying “open” but you're storing away things just like last time. the cursory “sorry, we're already closing for the day” sticks to your throat when you realize who arrives.

“are you staying because of the rain?” you comment, sympathetic. he shakes his head.

“no, but...” scaramouche coughs awkwardly. “i could help walk you to the bus station... or wherever you're going, really. to return the favor.”

his courage exhausted, he's barely able to find the bravery to check your reaction. he stills when you smile at him so brightly.

it was worth his dignity then.

ayato, the friend of a friend

it starts horribly, a stain on your first impression that you can never redeem.

in your defense, it isn't intentional, except it kind of is — you didn't notice the boy with pale blue hair trailing after thoma when they arrived at the bakery, so you engage in your usual light-hearted banter while he walks away to wait at the table. shame was never felt between two friends who've seen both the best and worst of each other, so crass jokes and ill-timed quips are the norm.

hence why you unabashedly draw dicks on thoma's coffee cup sleeve when he pisses you off with some offhand comment followed by a stinging pinch to your cheek, unafraid of the consequences from the small payback.

except it isn't thoma's coffee after all, and ayato is understandbly confused when he spots phallic doodles on his coffee cup.

he should be affronted, angry and disturbed by the childish display and utter lack of professionalism from staff, but instead he laughs good-naturedly as you explain the situation in ashamed stutters heavily sprinkled with apologies.

so yes. you have positively fucked up your first impression in front of a scholarly young man by behaving in the most disgraceful of manners. he must've thought you an idiot lacking all sense of propriety... and a loser who still thinks drawing dicks is funny.

as it turns out, ayato hails from a stinking rich family who isn't quite in touch with a normal person's lifestyle. his life has always been a constant stream of studies and networking, his future laid out for him. he had little time for leisure and friends outside of allies and business partners, and his story of bonding with thoma would be a lot more moving if you weren't anxiously looking at the inappropriate phallic figures artfully drawn on ayato's cup sleeve that he still hasn't removed. it is a jarring sight to see a boy with a regal disposition fitting for royalty holding such a thing in a way that would make you think he was drinking aged fine wine from a treasured goblet.

part of you thinks he might be doing it on purpose, if only to amuse himself peering at your expressions of panic. he likes to pose himself as innocent but as time ticks by the longer you spend time with him, the more you think he may not necessarily be as much of a goody-two-shoes he acts to be. the sadistic streak is worrying and you're beginning to remember thoma's earlier complaints about a certain mischievous friend of his who likes to play tricks on him.

anyway, the point is: he's stinking rich, he's a sheltered young master, and he's trying out new things he has never experienced before. one of them is trying “peasant food”.

“our humble business doesn't have a single michelin star so i fear we won't be able to satisfy your palate,” you say, looking at ayato who's poking at the egg tart experimentally. “...maybe it would do you good to eat somewhere else?”

“he was impressed by the existence of instant noodles,” thoma supplies. “i don't think he's very picky.”

“the price tag doesn't guarantee tasteful flavors,” ayato chuckles. “but i liked the sweets thoma gave to me the other day. what were they called?”

“petit fours?”

“you gave him those petit fours i was still experimenting with for valentine's day?!” you whisper-shout in disbelief. thoma holds up his hands in surrender.

“they were very enjoyable. i'm sure other customers would like them as well,” ayato confesses honestly.

flattery won't get you anywhere, you want to say. but the conversation escalates in that direction. time passes by too quickly and before you realize it, the sun is already setting and they've been chatting with you on the counter the entire time.

ayato tells you he best return home for the day, if only a little unwilling to go. “though i am hoping what i find on the cup sleeve in my next visit would be different,” he teases.

you're actually not supposed to write anything on the cup in normal circumstances, but you decide to humor him. treasured benefactor and all. you know he has deep pockets. “...such as?” you cock up an eyebrow in question.

“something that will help us grow closer, perhaps.” he leaves with those cryptic words, thoma not far behind.

??? something that will help you grow closer??? he wants to be friends??? what kind of thing does he want you to write?

(the next time, to his satisfaction, he finds your number written on his cup sleeve.)

(it's unfortunate you misunderstood his intentions. ayato would hardly be this forward if he just wanted a friend.)

🐇 omz did not expect my first post on here to do somewhat well, thank yall sm!!

anyway here’s a longer fic ab “studying” w ur roomie albedo thats based on this fanart which literally sent me into shock the first time i saw it <3

🩰 cw: face sitting/cunnilingus (albedo living up to my url lmao) orgasm denial, creampie, overstim (f receiving), choking, spanking, hair pulling, squirting

⁎⁺˳✧༚ nsfw below the cut ! ⁎⁺˳✧༚

you sighed dramatically as you rest your head on albedo’s lap. you looked up at him with a pout as you tugged on his drawstrings, begging him to get the hint.

“no,” albedo told you with a chuckle, playfully pushing your head off his thigh. “i told you before you came in here, that we’re just studying.” you jutted your bottom lip out, crossing your arms as you glared at him.

“we have all night to do that, and i’m horny now,” you whined. albedo didn’t stop you from climbing into his lap, straddling his waist as you tucked your head into his neck. he always smelled so good, like clean clothes and flowers. his skin was soft, too; really, his entire presence intoxicating.

“you’re so needy, you know that?” albedo mumbled into your hair, letting his large hands rest on your hips, rubbing small circles into the flesh with his thumbs. “can’t even let me study in peace. if i knew my roommate was such a nymphomaniac, i would’ve gotten a single.”

you pulled back suddenly. “you don’t mean that, do you?” you asked, your widened eyes scanning his face for a hint of humor.

albedo smirked, ruffling your hair. “of course not, they’re far too expensive. and, you are pretty cute when you actually listen to me.”

you smiled, burying your head into his neck again, smothering his pale skin with kisses and small bites. you felt something underneath you— he was getting hard. you continued your assault on his neck, grinding onto his hardening length. just as you began to feel relief, his hands stopped your gyrating hips.

“let’s stop there,” he said quickly, the outline of his stiff cock pressing against your sex. “don’t wanna start anything we don’t have time to finish, right?” you gave him another fake pout as you lightly bounced yourself on his lap. he watched with amusement, curious to see what you’d try next.

you pulled him to you by his shirt, crashing your lips against his. he let you kiss him; he even parted his mouth to let you slip your tongue inside, which he promptly began to suck. your hands made their way down his toned chest until they were on top of his dick. you pressed down as you pulled back from the kiss just enough to suck albedo’s bottom lip, biting the pink muscle while grinding your palm against his erection until he whined, jerking his head back as he rolled his hips up into your hand.

you smiled sadistically at the blond, your heavy lidded eyes taking in his flushed face. “based on how you reacted from just that, i don’t think it’d take very long to finish, at all.”

“fuck, baby, you never play fair, do you?” he murmured as he ran a hand through his pale golden hair. “look, i really do need to study. so do you, probably more than i do—” he grabbed your hand before you could smack his arm. “so how about this. we’ll play a little game with these flash cards. every answer you get right, i’ll take off one item of clothing. you’ll do the same for me. sound simple enough?” you considered the proposition. on one hand, there was a more than good chance he’d beat you in terms of knowledge. on the other hand, you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist seeing you naked. you gave him an eager nod.

————

you crossed your arms, hiding your bare chest from the man in front of you.

“this isn’t fair, ‘bedo,” you whined. you had forgotten how competitive you are, and after he had stripped you nearly naked in a few rounds, you were getting a little frustrated. “you started out wearing way more than me!”

albedo smiled as he continued shuffling the flash cards, looking up at you with a smug glint in his eyes.

“whose fault is it you walk around the house half naked? besides, i’ve been telling you to study all week, have i not?” he lifted a card from the stack, holding the definition for you in clear view. like every other turn, he rattled off the long, complicated explanation to the letter.

you huffed, turning away with faux indignation. “i’m done playing.”

“so, i was right, then,” albedo replied, nonchalantly, flipping the card over. “hm. well, you know the rules, strip.”

“i said i’m done playing, albedo.”

he chuckled, licking his lips as he leaned back on his palms. “are you, now? that’s too bad, i was about to give you your consolation prize.”

he had piqued your interest. “consolation prize?”

“mhm, was gonna give it to you once you lost. but, if you’re done playing—”

“wait!” you said, tugging off your black thong, discarding it on the chilled wood floor of his bedroom. you were fully naked now, and, though it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, you were a little sheepish. “i want my prize,” you murmured.

“good girl,” albedo cooed. “c’mere.” you crawled your way towards him, and he laid down on his back, tugging your thigh over his head. he gave you a lazy smile as he ran his large hands over your hips. “so pretty,” he sighed dreamily, pulling you down to his mouth.

your body jolted from pleasure as he suckled your clit, involuntary grinding down into the warm of his tongue. albedo’s grip was strong, guiding your pussy against his mouth as he traced each fold. your hands found his hair, tugging as you felt him slip his tongue inside, his languid pumps making you dizzy. with a final suck he pulled out, refocusing on your swollen clit. his tongue traced patterns on the bud, his mouth sucking the soft flesh around it.

“’bedo— hah- feels s-so good,” you mewled, rolling your hips into the delicious sensation. he hummed in response, sucking even more harshly. you moaned, your body frozen pleasure as you felt the tell tale buzzing of your nerves indicating your climax. “gonna—” you were cut off as he pulled you away, right before the wave of your orgasm crashed. “’bedo- why’d you—”

“did you honestly think i was going to let you cum after you’ve been a brat all night?” he lifted your leg back over him, laying you down against the hard floor. “pretty little tease, you always get me so worked up when i’m busy,” he breathed against your neck as he folded your thighs to your chest; you whimpered from the stretch. “i can’t ever think straight around you, ‘m not gonna be able to finish studying now.”

you felt the tip of his cock rub against your clit, sending a warm shiver up your body.

“i- i’m sorry,” you stammered, not even sure what you were apologizing for.

“it’s alright, baby,” he told you, stroking your cheek with a sinisterness in his eyes as he lined himself up with your entrance. “you’ll make it up to me.”

with one forceful thrust, he was inside, the thick head of his cock pressing against your cervix. you must’ve made some noise of discomfort— albedo’s lips were at your neck again, planting soft kisses and murmuring affirmations. you couldn’t make out what he said, your brain focused tol on the feeling of fullness you always got when he bottomed out. you could feel your walls pulse around then, your body trying to get used to his length.

“s- so big,” you moaned as he pulled out partially before slamming back into you again. “ah- ’bedo- not so hard,” you cried, throwing your arms around his neck. albedo clicked his tongue, pushing your thighs back further, throwing both of your calves on his shoulders.

“isn’t this what you wanted, baby?” albedo asked, still mercilessly rutting into you to punctuate each sentence. “so needy- fuck- practically begging for my dick, but now you’re whining like you can’t take it.” he wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing just hard enough to make you dizzy again. he shifted his angle slightly as he adjusted your leg, which had him rubbing against a spot that sent electric ecstasy through your core.

“fuck, ‘’bedo, right there—” you felt your back arch as he continued pounding into you, the pain of him hitting your cervix paling in the pleasure of his stroked hitting your g spot.

“i know, sweetheart,” albedo groaned, struggling to keep his rhythm as you clenched around him. “fuck- too fucking tight- relax for me, baby.” you could barely hear him over your moans echoing in the large room, and the wet smacking sound of your cunt taking him. “you moan so pretty, angel, fuck, might just make me finish first, if you keep saying my name like that.”

you felt your body go numb, eyes rolling back as each thrust brought you closer and closer to cumming. albedo noticed, squeezing your throat tighter, the added sensation finally brought you over the edge. you felt your walls spasm as you orgasmed, pleasure exploding in your core and spreading to every nerve in your body as you cried out his name.

you had no time to recover before albedo flipped you over, one hand pressing arch into your spine while the other hoisted you to your knees, holding you in place as he continued to ram into you.

“god, you’re so fucking cute,” albedo moaned, landing a sharp slap to your ass. he rubbed the spot tenderly after you whimpered. “can’t stay mad at you for distracting me— fuck— not when your pretty pussy’s sucking me up like this.” you buried your head in your arms, your legs trembling as he continued his brutal thrusts into your overstimulated cunt. it was too much, the feeling of his thick cock dragging against your abused g spot, the lewd words of your usually reserved roommate flustering you.

“’bedo- please- can’t take anymore,” you whined.

“pretty girl, can’t you take a little more for me? i’m- ah- so close, just a little longer baby, okay?” albedo begged breathlessly, his hand snaking up your back to your scalp, entangling your hair. he yanked you back to his chest, which had him stroking your g spot with an intensity that made you see stars. “fuck, baby, you like it when i fuck you like this? creamin all around me- ah- making such a fucking mess,” he breathed into your neck, the tickle making you clench even tighter.

you felt a warm tremor in your thighs that made your whole body shake. “mm- ‘’bedo— gonna cum again,” you warned; the intensity of the build up made you sure you were going to make a mess.

“yeah? gonna cum with me, angel?” albedo’s thrusts grew sloppier as he approached his climax. you tried to nod, but all you could focus on was the feeling of bliss slowly radiating through you. “fuck,” albedo hissed, spraying thick ropes of his cum into your throbbing cunt. “take it baby, just like that,” he moaned, fucking his seed into you.

the feeling of his cum coating your walls as he stroked your g spot made the coil in your stomach snap; you were soaking him in your release, body shaking with the overload of pleasure. albedo held you through it, gently placing you down once you came off your high.

you flipped over to face your roommate, heart still pounding in your chest. “um, i’m sorry for distracting you,” you mumbled shyly, unable to meet his amused gaze. “and for being a brat.”

albedo grabbed your chin, turning your your face towards him. “’ts okay angel,” he told you, kissing your cheek. “like i said, you’re too cute to stay mad at.”

♱ ‧₊˚. THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY ꒰ toji x f!reader ꒱ nsfw — mdni [dubcon (reader is crossfaded), alcohol/cocaine use, mentions of overdosing, infidelity (reader is cheating on megumi), age-gap, degradation, praise, raw sex, daddy kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, groping, pet names, squirting] wc [4k] an [repost from last night ⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆ ̯ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝ if you liked this, you can also reblog it]

"m’kay— think that's enough for one night, doll," toji lets out an amused chuckle as he observes your actions through his peripheral.

you’re leaning over the tray placed on your lap to snort your fifth line of coke that night, your head shooting back up to face the roof of toji’s car as you scrunch your nose in an attempt to offset the sting of the powder lining your sinuses. once the feeling subdued, you lazily turn to face the man in the driver’s seat, blinking at him dumbfoundedly with a pouty frown on your lips.

huh.

how’d i end up in my boyfriend’s dad’s car?

why couldn’t megumi come pick me up? did i even call him? i don’t think i did. did yuuji do it? why didn’t megumi come to the party in the first place? oh, right, he has that exam tomorrow morning. wait, don’t i have to write that exam, too? god, it’s so hot, even with the windows down. the wind feels nice… shit, it’s really cold.

the harsh gust of the cool summer night’s wind flew in through toji’s open window and across your body, pushing your hair past your shoulders and raising goosebumps on your bare arms. you shiver against the leather seat, sinking further into it in an attempt to avoid the draft. this shift in your position seems to have only made it worse, however; the rigid breeze now skimming over your chest.

oh, wait, that feels good…

the copious amount of drugs in your blood had you hyper-cognizant of every tiny, minute change your body experienced, and that translated into the heightened responses it elicited.

you feel your nipples harden through the thin fabric of your tank top, and you can’t help the way your thighs start rubbing together to ease the inevitable throbbing of your clit. your breathing is quick to become ragged as you feel yourself burning up, and you undo your seatbelt to shuffle uncomfortably in your seat.

“f-fuck…” it escapes you as the quietest of erotic sighs, yet, it’s loud enough for toji’s ears to pick up on.

he’s snapping his head towards you at the sound of your high-pitched voice and the slow beeping coming from his car to signal him that you’d removed your seatbelt. his brow is raised and worry is hidden in his eyes behind the usual nonchalance they carry— he’s ready to ask you if you’re alright before the sight in front of him nearly knocks the air out of his lungs.

your head is leaning back against the headrest, face set blissfully with slightly parted lips and closed eyes. his gaze scans over your body; your nipples peeking out through your tank top, your far too-short skirt doing a poor job of covering your legs— the fabric bunching up at your hips and one of your hands slotted in between your thighs. you're dragging your clit along your fist, the faint gasps you let out travelling straight to toji’s cock.

fucking hell. were you too coked up to notice that your boyfriend’s dad was sitting right next to you?

from the first day his son brought you home, toji knew. he knew damn well you were going to cause him a lot of problems. he couldn’t deny that he had the hots for his son’s girlfriend; what with the way you waltz around his home wearing nothing but megumi’s shirts and your panties, with the way you talk to him with coquettish undertones lacing your soft voice, with the way you always smile at him so sweetly and so, so enticingly.

did you have any idea of what you do to him? or were you just that fucking naive?

did you have any idea of how he fucks his fist to the obscene sounds of your whimpers and whines as megumi fucks you into the bed in the next room over? or how he spills all over your panties that had accidentally gotten into his laundry? or how you’re in his dreams damn near every night, where he’s the one leaving his mark on you, and not megumi.

he’s brought back to the present when the tempo of the beeps coming from his car increases. before he realises it, he’s reaching out to place a sweaty palm on your thigh— a bit further up than he probably should’ve— to lightly shake you, “hey, doll, you gotta put your seatbelt back on.”

you whine in response, arching your back further off the seat upon the contact of his skin on yours, “don’t wanna…” your free hand finds its way on top of toji’s much larger one, and you slide your fingers under his palm to hold it, “can- can you… h-hah…”

toji would never admit it, but you have him short circuiting. behind his seemingly cool demeanour, he’s having a hard time driving straight in between the lines; his car swerving left and right. the incessant beeping from the dashboard that only seems to be getting louder and louder doesn’t do anything to help the chaos of the situation he’s in, “c’mon, use your words…”

he hides his flustered arousal behind that signature, devilish smirk of his, eyes fluttering between the road and your legs as he swallows an impending groan that’s brought on by you sliding his hand to hook onto the inside of your thigh.

toji's too focused on trying to not let your lewd whimpers get to his head— and his dick, to notice that the grip he had on the steering wheel was turning white-knuckled and that his foot had been applying more pressure on the accelerator.

120 mph.

“t-toji…”

he covers up a cough with a low chuckle, your soft call of his name sending his brain into overdrive. he rubs a comforting thumb along your thigh— fuck, your skin was so soft, “yeah, doll?”

you utter almost painfully, “ngh— n-need… need you…”

130 mph.

toji fushiguro was a greedy man. he craved money, sex, and all the thrills that the universe had to offer. but at this point in his life, nothing came close to how much he wanted you. was it because you were probably the only thing that he couldn’t have? maybe.

was it because you belonged to his son and not him? perhaps.

toji fushiguro was a greedy man, but the amount of self-discipline he has is almost surprising. he knows not to touch what’s not his— especially when it comes to megumi.

but with the way you’re begging him to take you, with the way you’re clinging onto his hand as if it were a lifeline— god, toji doesn’t think his patience has ever been tested to this extreme.

“fuck me… please— oh, god— need it s’bad, toji…”

140 mph.

the thin thread of resolve that toji had was very close to tearing. he inhales deeply, before looking over at you with a grin more sinister than before, “you’re playing a dangerous game here… don’t get your pretty little head into somethin’ y’know you won’t be able to get out of,” his fingers experimentally dig into the flesh of your thigh, coaxing a wanton moan of his name from your throat.

"want you so bad… wanna fuck you so bad," your thighs tighten around his hand, "want you inside me, wanna feel you fill me up—"

and that's when he snaps.

"fuck this," with a sudden jerk of the steering wheel, he's pulling over to the side of the freeway, putting his car in park before hastily undoing his seatbelt and leaning over to maneuver you onto his lap. without warning, he takes either side of your face in his hands, pulling you into him to clash his lips against yours.

the kiss is hungry and full of lust, full of the want and need that toji’s had bottled up in him for the many months you’ve been dating his son.

his fingers trace down your neck to slide the straps of your tank-top off your shoulders, pulling down the front to expose your breasts. the cool breeze of the night flows through the open window, goosebumps forming on your supple skin, and you can't help the shiver that runs up your spine as you press your chest into his to try and feel as much of him against you as possible.

his palms crawl under the fabric of your top and run up your sides, stopping at your chest to rub his calloused thumbs over your perky nipples. his actions elicit a ghost of a moan from you and an uncontrolled buck of your hips against his, "f-fuck..."

toji’s fully sober, but he feels himself getting drunk on your taste and touch, the alcohol on your tongue prominent against his, the tip of his nose lightly dusted with the white powder you messily snorted earlier. your one hand is under his black skin-tight shirt, warm palm placed on his taut abs to feel the way they contract and expand under your sensual touch; your other hand is lost in his straight black locks, gripping and gently tugging every time you feel yourself slipping deeper and deeper into your arousal.

he’s groaning into your mouth and ravishing you with sloppy kisses, sucking and tugging on your lower lip before releasing it with a pop, "do you have any idea of what you do to me? walkin’ around dressed like a fuckin' hooker?" his large hands travel down to your hips, impatient fingers tapping against the cotton fabric of your too-short skirt; he's snarling against your jaw, peppering wet kisses and leaving bite marks along his trail, "the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you smile— the way you cry out my son’s name when he’s fucking you into the bed? yeah, doll, i can hear it all, y’know."

the growl lacing his baritone voice sends blood rushing straight to your clit and prompts you to grind down onto his lap, revealing the boner he'd popped, "please, toji—"

"fuck; you sound even better when you’re sayin’ my name,” his lips are at your collarbone now, trailing south to leave love-bites on the curvature of your breasts— right atop the fading ones left on you by megumi from nights prior. as for toji’s hands— they're on your thighs, palming and squeezing at whatever flesh he can get a hold of.

his fingers dance upwards, and you feel a lick of warmth shoot up your abdomen as he nears the place you need him the most. toji lets out a low groan against your sternum when he feels the lack of the thin fabric he was expecting to separate your cunt from the thick denim of his jeans, "no panties? you're practically begging to be fucked stupid, aren't cha?"

"wan' it s'bad, toji, please, please,” pawing at his crotch with butterfingers, you attempt to remove the button of his jeans, letting out a needy whine when you can't get them undone.

tojii notices that your words are more slurred now— the copious amounts of drugs and alcohol in your system are probably just reaching their peak.

he’s a man of questionable morals; sure, he’s definitely dreamed about fucking you every which way when he sleeps at night, waking up with soiled boxers and sweat drenching the sheets. he’s definitely shamelessly fucked his fist while he hears the bed creak rhythmically from his son’s room next door, your broken mewls and cries spurring him on until he cums the most he thinks he ever has.

he’s a man of questionable morals; but even he can tell this is an all time low for him. there's a voice in the back of his mind that's screaming at him to stop, how messed up it is of him to be fucking his son's girlfriend— but how does he expect himself to hold back when you're the one who pushed yourself onto him, when you're the one asking him— and not his son, your boyfriend— to bury his cock deep within you and fill you up.

toji helps you with unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his cock from its confines, letting out a curse when the cold night breeze sweeps over it. your pussy throbs at the sight of his dick— it's leaking pre-cum, fat tip flushed red and angry; desperately in need of attention with the way it's twitching against his abdomen. you can't help the giggle that escapes you in that moment, your index finger lightly tracing over a prominent vein, "can tell where ‘gumi got his size from…”

his cock twitches again at your words, a breathy laugh leaving him as he leans forward, one hand finding the back of your neck to mold his lips against yours. with his other hand, he takes a hold of his cock and strokes it a few times, rubbing the pre-cum over his length before flicking your skirt up and gliding the head in between your folds, making sure to give extra attention to your puffy nub. he feels your hips buck against his and your arms wrap tighter around his shoulders when he prods your entrance open, dreamily sighing into his mouth, “feels s’good, toji…”

“h-hah, ‘m not even in you yet— o-oh, fuck,” you sink down on his full length without warning, languid moans falling from both of your lips, and your ass squishing down against his thighs as you take a moment to adjust to his size.

just from looking at his dick, you thought it was roughly the same size as your boyfriend’s but fuck, does it feel so much bigger inside you— the girth stretching you out almost painfully and the thick head hitting pleasure points against your wall that you didn’t even know existed. your chest flushes with warmth when he shifts his hips experimentally, your clit catching onto his pubic bone, earning a broken whimper from you as you bury your head in the crook of his neck.

maybe it’s all the foreign substances in your blood talking, but toji’s dick feels so, so amazing— feels like you’re in seventh heaven, and he hasn’t even started moving. a part of you is scared for him to, knowing that you’ll be sure to cum embarrassingly quick from the heavy drag of his veiny cock and the tip nudging up against that one sacred spot inside you that megumi’s dick couldn’t even dream of reaching.

unbeknownst to you, toji was experiencing the same inner turmoil. he swears he’s never been in pussy this tight— or at least not in many years; and god, he doesn’t remember the last time he’s felt this good. he’s pretty sure you’re unaware of the way your wall is clamping down on his length, but he’s hyper aware of how your ministrations keep pushing him closer and closer to his release. his arms engulf your frame and pull you flush against his chest, his breathing ragged against the crown of your head, “gotta stop clenching ‘round my cock like that, baby, f-fuck.”

your hold on his bicep loosens as you turn your head into his face, lips tracing his jaw. you look up at him through your lashes and you both share the same expression; parted lips slowly curving upwards into soft smiles. toji knew this was wrong; who in their right mind would fuck their son’s girlfriend? you also knew it was wrong, even through your clouded inebriation, but that just added to the thrill of it all; the giddiness in both of you growing by the second, “i— s-sorry…”

toji’s heart swells upon hearing your sweet voice, and he can’t help but coo at you, “good girl, so sweet f’me— umph!”

good girl.

all it took were those two words to have you clamping down on his cock again, this time much harder than previously. a lewd cry escapes your lips as your head falls forward onto his chest, your arms encircling his broad shoulders, “f-fuck, ‘m sorry!”

he’s panting into your neck, hot breath leaving drops of condensation that drip down your skin. toji has a lot of patience and willpower, both of which were running extremely low— all thanks to you. it’s not like he really minds, though; he wants nothing more than to fuck you senseless, wants nothing more than to hear you call out his name, wants nothing more than to taint you and watch his thick seed leak out of you, “y’like that, huh? like it when i praise ya, pretty?”

your needy whine overtakes his voice mid-sentence as your rub your hips against his. you want to fuck him; you want to bounce on his cock and make him feel good, but there’s no way you can. you’re practically jelly in his arms; complaisant and pliable, and half your mind is wishing you’d taken it easier on the alcohol, “mhm, can you— h-hah… fuck me, please, d-daddy?”

toji groans when hears your last word, “smart girl— catchin’ on s’quickly,” he’s quick to heed your request that you asked him oh, so sweetly for, thrusting his hips up into yours gently once, twice, and then a third time, his half-lidded eyes scanning your face.

your bottom lip is caught between your top teeth as you try to suppress the obscene sounds you knew would escape your throat; your eyes are shut and brows furrowed, head tilted back to expose your neck and chest to him. his lips find a home in the hollow of your collar bone, where he sucks and nips to mark you up even more— the thought of megumi finding your body littered with small bruises that he knows he didn’t leave has toji smirking into your skin.

his actions elicit a gasp from you and your fingers find the roots of his hair to grip them, “daddy; please, please, please— ngh, s’good,” you’re babbling at this point, without even the slightest of clues of what you’re begging him for.

calling him “daddy” again seem to awaken some type of carnal desire within him, with the way his thrusts start becoming more forceful and his fingertips dig further into the flesh of your waist. he’s hitting deep— so deep and so violently that your jaw falls slack and a loud moan of his name leaves your lips.

toji growls in response, one hand leaving your waist to pull you in by the back of your neck for a slobbery kiss. your tongues massage each other, drool dripping down the corners of your mouths. it’s messy— full of lust and passion and desire.

he loves it that way.

the sounds of his thighs slapping up against your ass and the wet squelches of his cock ploughing into your leaking cunt fill the empty silence of the car, but your lewd cries and mewls are quick to join the ensemble. you sound so cute— so innocent and so sweet with the way you’re begging for him that a part of toji wishes he hadn’t fallen prey to his craving for you. despite this, he can’t help the ever-growing amount of blood rushing down to his cock.

he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, and neither were you.

every thrust up into your soft cunny has your clit catching onto his pelvis, and you can feel the cold flame in your abdomen burning brighter from the accompanied drag of his cock against all the pleasure points that line your walls. broken gasps and whimpers fall onto his ears as you swear he’s fucking up into your womb.

toji isn’t faring much well off either; your gummy walls have his length in a vice grip, and your voice only drives him closer and closer to his high. his eyes are stuck on your entrance, salivating at the way the ring of cream coating the base of his cock gets thicker with each thrust up into you, "gonna let daddy cum inside this pretty pussy?"

“oh, fuck, y-yes—” your grip on his hair tightens.

“yeah?” it’s a back-and-forth; toji asking you almost mockingly and you responding with high-pitched whines, “so good f'me.”

and suddenly, without warning, he’s groping your ass to fuck you at an angle that has you choking on your breath. you sob at the way the fat head of his dick is hitting your cervix rapidly, falling dizzy from how he’s splitting you in half. an unfamiliar tremor slowly makes its appearance within you, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt it when megumi’s made you cum before.

no, this is different; it feels like a flash, a hot streak ripping through your body and pulsating in your abdomen as you succumb to your arousal, your body breaking into trembles under toji’s secure hold, “daddy, cumming— 'm cumming!”

“shh, that’s it, princess, let go,” his thumb finds your clit to rub gentle circles on it, helping you ride out your high. you're crying while you're cumming, the pleasure hitting you like a high tide, and you’re gasping for air as you feel your essence leaking out of the gap between your cunny and toji’s cock to wet his lap and the leather seat below him. your walls spasm around him, and he twitches inside of you as his thrusts pick up speed, “f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum too.”

and that he does. he’s leaning into you, muffling a guttural groan into your neck as his hips lose their rhythmic pace and begin to stutter. he spills inside your womb, seed sloshing around your walls to paint them an opaque, milky white. his cock twitches inside you, the warmth of your spongy walls sending gentle waves of euphoria through him.

you’re resting your head on his chest with his chin on your scalp, both of you heaving to catch your breaths in the aftermath of a mind-blowing orgasm. toji’s the first to speak, pressing a lingering kiss to your hairline, “you’re fuckin’ filthy, doll.”

his voice rumbles through his chest, the reverberations ringing through your worn body and you all of a sudden feel embarrassed, letting out a timid hum as you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“don’t go gettin’ all shy on me now,” one of toji’s hands tighten around your waist, the other coming up to gently cup your cheek and lift your face to meet his gaze.

he had always thought your looks were easy on the eyes, but seeing you like this— with your tired, lust-blown eyes, a thin sheen of saliva coating your pouty lips, and the moon casting her light down on one side of your face to illuminate the apples of your cheeks and the colour of your irises— god, he swears he’s never seen a sight more stunning, “megumi’s one lucky bastard,” his thumb caresses your cheekbone and you find yourself leaning into his touch, a lazy smile making its way onto your face.

he’s silent as he admires your face for a minute before you finally process his previous statement, your brain working at half it’s sober speed, “hah, or maybe he’s not—”

“let’s not… let’s not think about that for now,” he whispers before leaning forward to slot your lips between his in an attempt to push that thought aside in his mind.

the gravity of the situation you’d both gotten yourselves into hadn’t exactly hit yet— neither of you want it to— thinking that you could stay in this position, with his lips moulded against yours and his cock buried deep within the warm confinements of your walls for eternity.

you're both brought out of your post-sex bliss when buzzing comes from your phone that’s laying face up on the shotgun seat. your heads turn in time to take a look at who's calling, only to be met with a selfie of you and megumi on the screen. toji reaches an arm out to pick up the device, an expletive followed by a low laugh leaving his lips, and he taps your phone gently against the side of your head, "so... you gonna answer that, princess? or should i?"

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characters: zhongli, ayato, xiao, albedo, diluc, kazuha

prompt: genshin men having kids and how they would act towards them

content warning: implied female reader, mentions of pregnancy (diluc’s part)

!! not proofread !!

content under the cut !

albedo ; kreideprinz

⌗ would have one kid, he's even shocked that he HAS a kid considering the fact that he’s a homunculus.

⌗ he would very much take them out on dragonspine to look at the scenery or to simply relax by the bonfire.

⌗ guaranteed protective dad !

⌗ would let his child meet klee but always bans her from bringing out bombs and such.

the gentle breeze from dragonspine’s mountains was very relaxing. peaceful and quiet, like it should be.

all that can be heard is the sound of albedo’s shoes moving against the ground. cyan eyes that are focused on the task before him while he carefully examined the materials laid out on the table. until –

boom!

little cries were heard and it echoed throughout the walls of his laboratory. his hands fumbled against the wooden surface and quickly rushed over to where the sound is. low and behold, he saw a little girl in red presenting his daughter with a small, bunny bomb.

“klee!” albedo yells from his position, rushing to take the explosive and set them aside away from his still-infant daughter. his baby was sniffling and crying, feet clumsily making a fuss and hands which searched for her father’s presence. albedo gently picked up his daughter from her baby chair and wiped the tears away from her eyes, pecking her cheek for her to calm down.

“there, there. it’s okay.” he quietly hushed the crying child and soon, the baby dozed off into dreamland.

he laid her down onto the cradle and placed a stuffed toy beside her. feeling relaxed, he turned his attention to klee who was rubbing her head in both embarrassment and guilt. “sorry mister albedo.. she looked bored so i wanted to cheer her up! but i guess it didn’t work.” she said, pouting.

with klee’s sweet apology, albedo felt his heart soften. seems like he has not one, but two children to take care of.

ayato ; pillar of fortitude

⌗ as the sole head of the kamisato clan, he’s bound to at least have two or three children !

⌗ he is very charming towards his kids which earned him the title ‘prince’.

⌗ he absolutely ADORES children, and i mean very.

⌗ oh and one final thing, he’s very clumsy when it comes to his children.

“papa!” your daughter waddled over to where ayato is seated and stretched out her hands for him to notice. “hmm, yes my darling?” ayato picked her up from the ground and let her sit on his lap.

“papa, tie my hair p’ease?” she turned around and presented her messy hair to her father in which he nervously chuckled. he grabbed a comb and carefully styled her hair with small braids that are obviously made by an inexperienced person. meanwhile his daughter was flapping her arms happily and waited patiently for her kind father to do her hairstyle.

after it was finished, ayato let out a faint sigh and gave her a kiss on the cheek. fatherhood was tougher than it seems. the little girl giggled and gave her father a kiss back, “thank you, papa!”

ayato gave the gentlest of smiles and carefully placed her back down on the floor. he watched how the girl ran across the room and showed off her cute braids to her other siblings.

squeals and shock emerged from the three and two of his other children flocked over to ayato and gave him puppy eyes.

“papa, tie my hair too!”

“me too, me too!”

two children were clinging to his pants and were being total sweethearts. really, he might be the happiest person right now. his pride and joy, his beloved children. just then you were passing by the room and chortled at the sweet sight, and by instinct, ayato leaned up to see you smiling at the entrance.

“seems like you’re quite busy.” your eyes trailed down to your children, then back to your husband. “well, what can i say? they take after me.” he said, referring to their spontaneous bursts of energy, eyes boring into yours with nothing but pure adoration laid out.

you smiled pleasantly and he chuckled, setting the important papers aside and planned to spend the rest of the day with his family.

yes, his family.

diluc ; the shadow of dawn

⌗ would have one or two kids

⌗ no. 2 clumsy father

⌗ he’s very firm in wanting his kid/s to grow up happily.

⌗ will most likely spoil them ; toys and what not, he never misses.

the whole ragnvindr manor was busy, much more now that a new addition was added to the family. diluc was anxious, obsessed with the details concerning the baby room. “master diluc, the furniture that you ordered has arrived.” adelinde, the head maid, said as the still-worried diluc looked at her and nodded, clearly in distress.

but thank goodness his wife appeared at the right moment, and just when he was about to break, your soft voice brought him back to the present. “diluc?” his eyes dart to your form, crimson eyes that shifted from surprised to worried. “y/n, what are you doing? you should be in bed.” there he seemed like a total lovesick man, no boundaries and no embarrassment, just pure and genuine concern for his wife.

“i’ll take a walk around the garden, our little one is quite energetic you see.” your lips morph into a smile and your hand came up to your belly to rub the growing bump. “but–”

“ah-ah, the physician said that i need to stretch my limbs once in a while. besides, i’ll be alright so don’t worry about me okay?” he hesitates, then proceeds to let you go with a tight-lipped smile. “okay.” but before you went out, you quickly made haste and pulled him close for a chaste kiss to assure him of your utmost health and safety. he was left stunned and his face grew a bright shade of red as he watched you turn to your heel and go out the door.

“adelinde.” his voice left serious and stern made the poor headmaid look up with an anxious look, yet despite his gruff personality, his actions showed a very baffled man that’s willing to go lengths for his spouse.

“from now on, purchase every item my wife’s eyes land on, that includes everything that she talks about. also give a raise to the physician, he’s doing a good job. and the—”

“—toy rattles, we’ll purchase the one made from the finest materials as you ordered, master diluc.” adelinde took note of these and diligently went to do her work. as he sauntered to one of the windows he could see you admiring the grapevines outside the winery.

his arms were crossed and observed you with utmost monitoring. “also,” his voice coming out in a quiet whisper, “tell elzer to construct a greenhouse with an abundant set of grapes. oh and make sure not to say a word to my wife about it.”

kazuha ; scarlet leaves pursue wild waves

⌗ one kid, but would also settle for two

⌗ one word and that is shy, he’s somewhat the type to

⌗ he’s a loving father but he often goes out on ‘trips’ that can be considered quite dangerous.

⌗ he would create a whole album full of written poetries and tons of baby pictures.

“honey?” your voice called out to him, bed head still evident in your appearance as he flinched and turned around with an awkward smile on his face. “yes, love?” he managed to croak out and you gave him a questioning look, approaching him with quiet footsteps until you were by his side and looked down at what he was doing.

a scrapbook, another set of baby pictures, and poetries.. again.

he pouted, staring right into your soul and you almost blurted out that he looked so cute at that exact moment— but momentarily restrained yourself from doing so. “won’t you go to bed?” you sit down beside him and let your hand drift against the smooth surface of the paper that he was writing on. delicate and skilled handwriting was shown in short stanzas, words carefully picked and you will know almost instantly that a person of such expertise has made this intricate form of poetry.

“mm, just a moment.” his voice was coarse which then made you worry for him. “hold on, i’ll make tea.” you get up from your seat and head straight to the kitchen, soon walking to the living room with a tray in hand along with a neatly folded blanket. you carefully set the tray down and pour him tea, noticing how his eyes shifted to your hands and to your lips. just then, his hand snaked against yours and he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss onto it. his eyes were still focused into yours watching how your mouth was slightly agape and then closed quicker than his own eyes can comprehend.

cute, he thinks.

“anyways, we should–”

“ba?” familiar cherry-colored eyes were staring at the both of you and the infant immediately giggled at the sight of his parents. as if by parental instinct, you and kazuha both scramble to pick the baby up and bring him back to the nursery. kazuha carried his son back to his room while the little boy was making a fuss and grabbing onto kazuha’s hair locks, though kazuha himself didn’t mind much.

kazuha brought him back to bed and quietly sang melodious tunes until the baby drifted off to sleep. you soon entered the room with a small, thick blanket and placed it atop of the baby's body. the next thing you know, you and kazuha were both laughing and looking up at the ceiling, giggling to the struggles of parenthood. after a few minutes of tranquility, your laughter died down as he felt your head bump against his shoulder and he smiled.

"thank you, for everything, my love."

xiao ; vigilant yaksha

⌗ one kid, final and no qualms

⌗ no. 3 clumsy, probably the clumsiest of them all.

⌗ is distant at first but soon spends time with his child, whether it be short or long.

⌗ very protective too

xiao’s eyes stayed alert as he scanned through every spec of monsters that are passing by the inn. as he peered down the window, a soft cry startled him and he looked over to see his newborn daughter fumbling her hands around in search for attention. you flinched and woke up to the all-too-familiar sound of your daughter wailing. dark eye bags were hanging underneath your eyes and your complexion was paler due to the lack of sleep.

you sat up and soothed your crying daughter, yet your efforts failed which caused her to cry louder, this time her cries were turning into high-pitched shrieks and caused you to become even more confused on what she wanted. just then xiao’s body towered over the small child and picked her up in an unexperienced way, hands shaking and absolutely tentative so to not press down too hard.

“xiao!” you shouted, horrified by the position he’s holding her in. “i can handle this... you just sleep, you need it.” he urged you to at least get a wink of rest, eyeing your ragged figure. you couldn’t exactly argue with that so with a minute of hesitance, you accepted his proposition and retreated to bed. he sighed with relief, pulling the covers over you and going outside to the terrace. now preoccupied with a daughter in hand, he shifted her to a much comfortable position.

“you’re quite troublesome aren’t you?” her cries soon ceased and she only looked at her father with wonder in her eyes. he never thought that this .. small human being is his, and that he created it with you as proof of your underlying love for each other. “..so small.” he mumbled against the baby’s soft hands which reached up for his face, touching his cheeks ever so often and smiling whenever her father’s hair brushes her face.

xiao’s lips skimmed over her fingertips, and, trailed off to her forehead, giving it a kiss before withdrawing.

maybe he can let down his walls for once, just for you and his daughter.

zhongli ; vago mundo

old man, old man, he would have one or two kids

he's very loving and is always there to offer his kid/s assistance

oh and he's also very old-fashioned to the point where he would let his kid/s participate in old traditions

will always make time for his family no matter what the occasion

it was just another day in liyue, nothing too special. the bustling streets were crowded and noisy, busy from all the merchants and customers that come and go, commercial ships that land against the port of liyue harbor and carried the best materials made for everyday living.

unbeknownst to the unperturbed atmosphere of the city, there’s a lady whose energy had completely drained and was now absorbed in a deep, peaceful sleep. all that can be heard are loud but tiny cries and a father who’s anxiously rubbing his hands and looking between you and the babies, yes, twins.

“you can hold them now, mr. zhongli.” the nurse gently placed the babies inside the cradle just next to you. he approached them and he was in awe. a boy and a girl, both holding zhongli’s beautiful chestnut-colored hair.

slowly, they both open their eyes and began to see the beauty of their surroundings. they blinked a few times before seeing their father completely in sight. “hello, my babies, my twins.” zhongli felt his heart flutter when the babies gave him a faint smile as if immediately recognizing who he is.

he observed how the two infants caught sight of his hand and tried grasping it cutely with their own tiny hands, struggling and huffing when they failed. carefully, zhongli removed his gloves and grazed his finger upon the babies’ cheeks, watching how they cuddle against it and lovingly beamed from the warm, fatherly affection.

and with that, zhongli felt his cheeks warm up and he uttered words of thanks. “i love you, and thank you for being born safely.”

AOT NSFW links

Eren Jaeger 

1. Eren in his zone eating your pussy 

2. Rough midnight fucking

3. The first time he lets you ride him and it feels too good

Armin Arlert 

1. Riding him instead of watching netflix 

2. Slowly fucking you in a mating press 

3. Armin making you so wet when he eats your pussy

Jean Kirstein

1. Fucking you in missionary 

2. A quickie before he has to go to work

3. Using the dildo and cat ears he got you

Connie Springer

1. Riding his big cock

2. He’s so big he can’t fit all the way but it has you creaming

3. Using the bed to hit it deeper and cumming in your mouth

Levi Ackerman

1. Fucking you on the couch while you drip all over it

2. Having very hot sex

3. Fingering you and rubbing your clit