TEASING THEM

TEASING THEM

synopsis: teasing your husband with sexual gestures.

content warnings: soft - nsfw + fem!reader

ayato: you saw him in the kitchen so early in the morning just getting a glass water, and just wanted the idea of teasing him. you needed to take a shower but you didn’t want to take it alone, so you brushed yourself into his arms, pressing your chest and breasts against his form arm and smiling… a lustful smile. “im going to take a shower..join me” you offered tracing a circle into his arm. his eyes sparked with lust nearly immediately.

childe: you climbed into his lap after he sat on the couch ready to watch something. wrapping your arms around his neck and whispering right above his lips with a smile. now his dull blue eyes were piercing straight into yours as you whined “I don’t want you to sleep here tonight… sleep with me.” It was enough for him to carry you into the bedroom.

diluc: gosh, you knew exactly how to tease him. sitting right above his groin with your legs wrapped around his waist. tracing shapes into his muscles with one hand, gently grinding on him, along with popping one breast out and gently bringing his hand so he could touch it. he was extremely red but you could tell with how hard he was getting he enjoyed it.

itto: all you had to do generally was trace shapes into his chest and say how muscular he was. in all honesty it was something that sparked his ego a bit. sometimes if you stepped over a line, like suggesting he stay with you for tonight his cheeks and ears would glow pink.

kaeya: you bother him while he was working, simply teasing him by caressing his chin. placing your knee between his legs while he kept a stern grip on your waist. you kissed his neck having him moan gently into your shoulder.

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ayato [綾人]

he wasn’t a jealous man, but it’d be a tremendous lie if he said he didn’t experience it. his jealousy didn’t stem from insecurity or low-self esteem. his tendency to get jealous was sowed in petty, childish annoyance over anything else

jealous? debatable. possessive? of course. the need or obligation to uphold a facade around others made it a fun challenge. it forced him to act sneakier than a fox when it came to showing his true feelings and intentions

he was so smug about it. sure, you didn’t know he was behind it but he didn’t mind. the reactions people had towards you compensated for it

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Pink

tags: SFW, GN reader, mutual pining, fluff and flirting, friends to possible lovers, implied that reader works at jujutsu high, requited unrequited love, hopeful ending

wc: 2k

“You?”

Satoru stands against the wall opposite you, shoulders relaxed and hands tucked into his pant pockets, suit jacket hooked casually through his arm. He looks handsome, he always does, but it wasn’t who you’d been expecting to pick you up.

After your date had started to go downhill you’d texted Shoko for assistance in getting out of there, and she’d quickly reassured you of your impending ride home.

She could’ve been a little more specific.

“And here I thought I’d saved you,” he drawls, a bemused smile pulling at his lips. You’re sure that had he not been wearing his blindfold, you’d see his eyebrows raised too. He rocks forward onto the balls of his feet, leaning closer into your space.

“Not even a thank you?”

“Thank you, Satoru,” you say with a roll of your eyes, stepping forward into the hallway and closing the stage door behind you before starting toward the exit, “is there any particular reason that Shoko isn’t here?”

“No. I just so happened to overhear and volunteered,” he replies easily, rolling the tension out of his shoulders as his mouth curves wider into a grin.

“Out of the goodness of your heart, I’m sure”. All theatrics, you think. Deep down a proud part of you didn’t want to admit that you were relieved, and another felt defensive over his apparent need to save you from situations that you could handle perfectly well on your own. But it was easy to fall back into the familiar act, the back and forth bickering, the forced annoyance.

It was something you’d both wordlessly agreed to keep up. The daily teasing distracted the students from their own anxieties, it was familiar and gave stability, and admittedly it was fun.

It also meant you needn’t confront your own feelings about him.

You pause to undo the latch to the firedoor, having sneaked around back to avoid your date, only to have the heat of his looming body blanket you at your back. Both arms come to rest upon the door either side of your head, his lips ghosting along the shell of your ear.

“Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to see you all dressed up,” he murmurs, “is that so hard for you to believe?”

With bated breath you push the door open, running from his soft laughter where he stands beneath the frame, the cold night air an immediate shock against the heat flushing through your body.

“Just hurry up and get me home before I freeze,” you hastily throw over your shoulder, arms wrapped tight to your chest as you speed toward his car. It wasn’t hard to find, big enough for a man of his stature and just as striking.

“Don’t be like that,” he says, all melody and the intonations of a smile clear in his voice. Continuing your quick stride forward, you feel the muscles in the swell of your cheeks lift, and you’re grateful for the chance to smile where he cannot see it.

As you approach the passenger side of his car and hear the click of the door unlocking, both grateful and disappointed that he didn’t rush to open it for you. “Alright,” he huffs as he drops all his weight into the driver's seat, notably a few centimetres back in comparison to your own to accommodate his long legs. You pull the belt across your torso, clicking it into place.

“Just wait and I’ll tell you my address—”

“Already know it,” he interrupts under his breath as you speak, reaching up to hook his fingers into the fabric of his blindfold and pulling it down, other hand reaching toward your belt buckle and jostling it. You feel yourself stutter, flustered by the subtle consideration.

“You know my home address—”

“My plan was to quickly get you out of there because you were uncomfortable,” he assents as the gentle hum of the car starts, followed by the soft scuffing of gravel beneath the tires, “Shoko texted it to me on the way over”.

“I guess that makes sense,” you mumble apologetically. A minute of comfortable silence passes, and he again reaches toward the console to press one of the buttons. Then you begin to feel your seat warm up beneath your thighs.

The streets pass and along with them the street lamps, casting moving shadows across his face. Still, the light seems to gather in his eyes, warmth pooling in his expression. “So, what happened? What’re you so sour about?” he speaks again, the heel of his hand propped lazily atop the steering wheel.

You tilt your head toward the window, chewing the inside of your cheek, breathing through the throng of vines in your chest. Emotions were so physical, you thought — as real as any physiological wound could be. Guilt is heady, bitterness is sharp, it stings in your sinuses and it tightens your throat.

You were upset because nothing was working. Because it hadn’t been the man you wanted sitting across from you. Because even though you had been there to distract yourself from him, Satoru had shown up anyway.

“I’m not sour,” you mutter petulantly, entirely unconvincing. Satoru hums, a deep and amused rumble in his throat, and points toward the glove compartment by your knees.

“Take a look in there,” he says, “might be something to sweeten you up”.

With a suspicious glance, you reach forward and hook your fingers into the handle, feeling it pop unlocked once you pull. Inside is a small clear bag of what appears to be hard candy, nestled beside some documents and a phone charger.

Given the magnitude of his sweet tooth, you’d almost expected there to be more; a mountain of sweets spilling comically out into the space between your legs. You’re quickly drawn to your favourite flavour, the plastic wrapper crinkling loudly, your nose wrinkling at the sound.

There are some strawberry and yoghurt flavoured ones, small creamy coloured ovals decorated with pink swirls and soft in the middle, but not many. You’d seen him sucking on these ones a fair few times in the staff room, holding them between his wet lips and cursing whenever they slipped out into his lap. If you weren’t already aware of his affinity for chapstick you might’ve assumed that was why his mouth was always pink.

Rolling it between the pad of your finger and thumb, you hold it out for him to take. Neither the hand on the wheel or the one shaped around the gear stick moves, instead he leans and indicates playfully for you to feed it to him.

“What are you, a child?” you awkwardly clear the dryness in your throat, “eat it yourself”.

Unperturbed, he shifts the car into fourth gear before plucking the candy from your fingers, lips parting to place it on his tongue.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying,” he murmurs, cheek hollowing as he sucks with the corner of his mouth curved into a barely there smile, “you won’t get anything if you don’t ask”.

Reaching in to take another of the strawberry and yoghurt, avoiding his sidelong glance as you sit it on your own tongue, the taste bursting along your palate. You could understand why he enjoyed them, the flavours intermingled well together.

“He kept speaking over me,” you confess, the words slightly obstructed by the sweet nestled by your gums, “and he was overly critical of the staff about the food. It was embarrassing”.

You hear him click his tongue, your eyes catching on the movement of his finger tapping restlessly against the wheel. “You know you can do far better than that,” he tells you, “clearly he didn’t, though. Otherwise he wouldn’t have taken you to that restaurant”.

“What’s wrong with it?” you ask indignantly, teeth beginning to sink into the soft middle of the candy. Satoru’s tongue swipes across his lower lip, pink, finally finished with his own and savouring the taste.

“Come on,” he bemoans with emphasis, “they don’t serve anything you like there. Even I know that”.

Huh. Well that had been… true, for the most part. But it wasn’t something you were going to make complaints about, and it’d been easy to request certain things be taken out of the food. You could live with little things like that.

The night is much clearer than usual, considering the constant light pollution emitting from the city. It’s beautiful, and a bit romantic, to see the far off stars flickering back at you. You keep your gaze locked on them as you ask, “if you’re such an expert, where would you have taken me?”

He hums a short, playful song under his breath, adjusting the rear view mirror in your peripheral, “wouldn’t you like to know?”

The aggravation that twists into your expression is difficult to miss, and it makes him laugh, the sound loosening the knots of frustration. It’s becoming exceedingly hard to navigate how he makes you feel, a constant push and pull of mild irritation and affection, made worse by the fact that he seemed to enjoy eliciting reactions out of you.

You couldn’t help but wonder what it was he was hoping to gain – what he wanted from you. Sometimes his hunger for your attention felt insatiable. Paired then with his continuous critique of the way others treated you, and of how you treated yourself, it was hard to dampen the kindling of hope in your chest.

You pluck out another sweet from the bag, arm extending across the space between you and pulling back again when he lifts a hand to take it from your grasp.

His eyes flicker from the winding road back to you, brows drawn together, his mouth jutted into a pout. Pink. You lean towards him, fingers grazing the soft plush of his lips where you press the sweet into the seam, indulging him. He blinks, and they part for you.

He appears to be fighting off a grin, jaw shifting with hollowed cheeks as he suckles. “Knew you liked me,” he says.

“The jury is still out on that one,” you murmur fondly, turning to lean back against the window, glass cool against your warm skin. The car turns into your street, beginning to slow and pull up to the curb. Disappointment blooms.

You feel for your keys as the engine cuts off, looping your fingers through the rings, other hand pulling the door handle to step out. Satoru is uncharacteristically quiet.

“Thank you again for… saving me,” you recite his earlier words, hoping it will clear the unsettling silence. He watches you awkwardly linger with distinct fondness, crossing his arms against the steering wheel and leaning his cheek atop them.

“Happy to,” he replies, “only sorry I was the one taking you home tonight”.

You snort. “He wouldn’t have been seeing my place tonight, regardless of whether or not it went well”.

He processes it, nods slowly from behind stray white bangs, and exhales a soft “good”.

Your fingers tighten around the jagged edges of your keys and you feel your pulse quicken, it ebbs through your body like the wing of a hummingbird.

“You’re not coming in either,” you mutter, amusement pulling at the corner of your mouth with the realisation that he was waiting for something. For you.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he mirrors your smile, shallow crinkles forming by his eyes. You lick your lips, he follows the motion and you taste the strawberry. You wonder if he’d taste like that too.

“Night, Satoru,” you breathe. He repeats it. You feel his stare heavily on your back as you walk towards your door, glancing over your shoulder one last time to catch a glimpse of him, cheek still leant comfortably against his forearms. His hand lifts to give you a limp wave, and you feel stupidly giddy at the gesture.

He doesn’t drive away until you are in the house, and you watch through the curtains as he pulls away. Perhaps things were not as unrequited as you’d once thought.

secret lover?

ft. kamisato ayato.

synopsis being in a secret relationship with highschool!ayato.

a tease.

the biggest tease.

he kicks your chair. like you know when you’re sitting in front of a kid and they just begin kicking your chair or whatever? yeah. he does that and it’s so frustrating but that’s what makes him more entertained

your frustration entertains him

he has the time of his life whenever he gets asked questions about his love life

"ayato, are you single?" “oh? i’d love to answer that but unfortunately i sense a dark aura surrounding this area. see you.”

because of how attractive he is, this dude gets flirted with a LOT. and obviously that makes you jealous because duh who wouldn’t be jealous if their boyfriend the literal kamisato ayato got flirted with??

which leads to make out sessions in either empty classrooms, the back of the school, the roof or the janitors room 🤩

"look at you panting.. seriously, you got this riled up because a nobody flirted with me? you know i belong to you, love.”

though, if sometimes, just sometimes when you both go a bit too far than expected, he’ll help you look appropriate before your next class or whatever

you held onto ayato's shoulder for support as he backed you up against the desk of an empty classroom, hands freely roaming each and every part of your body as his tongue explored yours.

breaking the kiss, ayato doesn’t miss the flash of disappointment that crosses your eyes before admiring your flustered expression. he bends a bit lower and moves closer to your sensitive area.

"ayato, we're in a class-"

"5 minutes until the next class begins, my love. in the meantime, let me treat you the way those nobodies want to be treated."

yeahhh,, better have some concealer or foundation with you at all times !!

people sometimes grow suspicious when it comes to you both, because he teases you all the time, alone or in front of people while you just yell at him

whenever roaming the hallways, he always has his hand on your lower back so he doesn’t lose you, sometimes when he’s feeling a bit bolder he wraps it around your waist to which you smack his arm for doing so

he also gives you his gloves, beanie, scarf, etc if you’re feeling cold he makes fun of you first though

he also buys you food or drinks, whatever you want. just say the word and he’ll purchase. don’t try to hide the fact you’re not hungry from him, because trust me. he knows.

he also waits outside all your classes to walk you to your next one or walk you home. yeah. he’s been doing it before he even asked you out.

this dude ditches his friends for you 😭 he’s so whipped istg

honestly, he probably doesn’t care if people begin piecing the puzzle together and realising that you both have something going on. instead, it makes him have a sense of pride that he managed to pull someone who he considers to be way out of his league.

ayaka is basically the only person that knows about what you two have, though it’s not because she was told by the either of you, it was because she saw the way her brother acted towards you. it instantly clicked.

"i’ll see you, ayaka." you waved goodbye before walking towards the door.

the white haired girl stared as her brother placed his hand on top of your head and stared at you with what she considered to be the softest look he’s ever given to anyone else besides her.

speaking honestly, she knew that you both were together. i mean, c’mon. that’s literally her brother. she’s been in his room many times and has seen the printed photos and polaroids of the dates you guys have been on along with other memories created stuck on his wall.

though, the young kamisato never brought it up in front of her brother, she just watched from afar awaiting the day where ayato would be asking ayaka for advice in which ring to buy for you.

— genshin men in a royalty au

INCLUDES : ayato ; childe ; dainsleif ; diluc ; kaeya

A/N : just some massive brainrot on royalty aus bc i love them so much and hhjhsdl

reader is gender neutral w/ you/your pronouns !!

likes & REBLOGS are appreciated if u enjoyed this !! <33

— imagine you’re in a royalty-esque au, but as like,,,, the personal guard for crown prince!diluc, who sometimes tends to take the title of “personal” a little too seriously at times (which includes, but is most definitely not limited to, keeping you in close company, even when your presence is by no means mandatory). but in spite of his sometimes overbearing need for you to be there beside him, you don’t mind his nuanced insistence; after all, it’s your sworn duty to look out for and protect the future king of mondstadt, right?

being brought up as the future heir to the throne isn’t as romanticised as he’s read his people make it out to be. constantly living on edge, wondering if there’s an assassination attempt waiting for him at the turn of a corner, anticipating a poisoned beverage from an opposer… all of these things are never depicted, and the loneliness that he’s forced to accommodate to certainly isn’t mentioned either. so when you’re hand-picked by his father as his personal guard, he’s even more agitated. it’s the perfect way to get close and get rid of him, right? but contrary to his inner fears, you never did anything of the sort, you merely trained and tended to his needs as you were instructed to. he was still skeptical, though that all changed when an assassination attempt occurred on the night he was to turn eighteen. he didn’t know how you had arrived so quickly, but in that moment all he could focus on was how ethereal the moonlight trickling in through his window made you appear. and it was after that incident he began to open up to you more, and the true nature of his feelings began to bubble within.

but if there’s one thing diluc makes sure to show in front of you it’s the countless marriage proposals he rejects, even going as far as burning the letters in a way he prays gets his message to you across. but no matter how many times he does so, you always regard him in neutrality — as though him openly rejecting marital opportunities from foreign lands had nothing to do with you. is it so hard to believe he would choose your hand to delicately hold and kiss instead? the notion pains him greatly. do you not see the way he stares so longingly? so desperately? so hopelessly??

— but even that righteous motive of protecting your homeland and future ruler takes unprecedented swerves, what with the way second prince!kaeya always seems to appear in front of you, regardless of the task you’re in the middle of. sometimes you wonder whether he just lurks around the areas you tend to frequent within the palace grounds, as him not being sighted for a day is more of a rarity than you would like (though begrudgingly you can’t deny the way his presence brings you a peace of mind within the typically monotonous days, even if his constant teasing gradually becomes more and more genuine when they most definitely shouldn’t).

though his illegitimate birth status may have been swept under the rug from the larger part of the population, it was by no means a privy matter to the old nobles of the court. kaeya had faced countless scorn and disdain, and he had expected the same disgusted look from you when you first met. but you did nothing of the sort. you merely regarded him with his royal status and paid no heed to his unbefitting background, even when he knew damn well you’re aware of it. but you carried on, minding your own business, performing your knightly duties while he couldn’t help but be drawn closer, and closer, and closer. so close he couldn’t bear to back away. and thus he began memorising your most frequented spots, betting on the odds that would allow him to encounter and approach you in a way more natural than just summoning you out of the blue.

his feelings hit him deep in the gut, the realisation of his curiosity-turned-infatuation catching him like a deer in headlights. he knows it’s forbidden — that he should crush these fleeting feelings stemmed from the sheer indifference you displayed at his birth status. he knows he should spare himself the heartache early on, so why is he showing you his secret spot in the back of the gardens? why does he insistently take the time to prepare snacks that caters to your taste when he knows you have a particularly grueling training that afternoon? just why… why does his heart seem to only grow fonder for you as the days pass, no matter whether it’s spent with you or not? deep inside kaeya knows his heart will beat so lovingly for you and you only, even if you love another.

— royal guard commander!dainsleif who always assigns you to go on patrols with him when organising the groups, regardless of whether the high frequency of it all begins to draw suspicion from his subordinates, especially when he still persists even after you’ve been promoted to be the crown prince’s personal guard. sure, you respect the man — in fact, you very well look up to him! — and you don’t mind going on patrols with him, but you’re pretty sure you’re not the only “tolerable” knight in the royal guards… (his subordinates never voice the blatantly obvious reason aloud though; not even when they’re frozen in place at their commander’s uncharacteristically soft demeanour and honey-dripping gaze when in your presence, his usual blunt and nonchalant self nowhere to be seen. well, all but a close knight by the name halfdan, at least).

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XIAO + "WERE YOU JUST TOUCHING YOURSELF?"

synopsis: you're staying over at the inn and your acquaintance xiao catches you masturbating. warnings: afab! reader, masturbation, wearing a nightgown, not an established relationship, xiao and you are just acquaintances, edging yourself, thigh riding, explicit description of self pleasure, you feel a bit guilty, xiao watches and is kind of mean about it, manipulation (?) not really but just to be sure, some plot as intro

just how many times have you been in this inn already? you cannot say that it doesn't provide a comfortable place for rest after running errands.

you also know by now that here, when the weather starts to change as nights grow hotter, - you can't sleep. instead, you think of that which is familiar to you as the minutes after midnight tick by. this inn. that's a familiarity. xiao, the unexpected acquaintance who sometimes joins you for dinner, like he did tonight. the way goldet welcomes you, even if after all this time you know almost nothing about her life.

this is how you mind traces familiarity. but, by now your hand has also started to trace a rather familiar path down your body.

goldet already deemed this room as yours. other people do not have access to it even when you are gone. and how do you appreciate that? by slowly dragging your finger down that warm wet spot in the middle of your panties? by contemplating how nice it would feel to curl that finger up as it slides inside?

she is so kind to you! and that makes it feel even worse. you're bored and unable to sleep, so you lie on your back and reach for the ends of your nightgown. is the feeling as you imagine your orgasm more guilt or excitement?

you slowly pull it up, feeling the fabric glide. it provides a soft caress against your hot skin. instead of letting it fall down as the guilty tells you to do; you tug and move the fabric inside your fists as if to test if this is really worth it. should you really be doing this?

as doubt crosses you mind again, you let the nightgown fall back into its place and sit up to rest against the headboard instead. 'its just the heat.' 'it will pass. ' 'summer is coming after all.' 'its after midnight, you're just bored.'

despite that echoing in your mind, your hands are already moving on their own again. you need to feel just how hard your nipples are. as you start to trace them in slow circles, you know that the spot between your legs is just growing. the wetness is just too much to bear and you have to squeeze your thighs together as a small groan falls from your lips.

you want to prolong it all. sometimes just feeling this dirty is too good to rush through. you're not home and that should be a reason not to give into it; but it instead becomes the reason why you try to keep your thighs still even if they threaten to shake. you avoid rushing it. avoid rushing it even if the only thing at the front of your mind is how good an orgasm washing over you would be.

instead, you begin to imagine someone else's hands on your chest. oh fuck, how nice it feels to be groped like this. by now, you're biting your lip and your thighs are rubbing against one another in a quicker pace. you're dripping. it feels so good. as a surprise, you pinch your nipples as hard as you can. and a shaky moan falls from your lips - and you know that there is no going back.

you're impatient and rushing now. this isn't enough, it just isn't. you have to feel more. so in that rush, your body slides down from the headboard. as it does, you remember just where you are right now - the shame and pleasure mixing with one another. it makes your body experience a hot flash unlike ever before. the keeper of this inn has been so kind to you and right now your hand is shaking as you slide your dripping panties to the side just so that you can finally come undone in the middle of clean sheets.

you've been to this inn so many times already, but this is the first time you've done such a thing. it feels wrong. no, no, it doesn't feel wrong, it feels,, it feels too good to stop.

it becomes a blur. an intense and sweaty blur. you on your side, legs spread. sliding in two fingers easily, finding that sweet sweet spot and abusing it just so that you can reach an intense high. your fingers are sloppy and don't quite reach all the places you'd like them to. but, even with such sloppy work and a wrist that gets tired from how fast and how erratically you keep moving; it builds up the orgasm to its high.

its worth it. the tired hand, the guilty thoughts, all of it is worth it. when you cum - your thighs are shaking, toes curling and your head is buried in the pillow just so to hide the moans that keep escaping as you ride it out. the pillow under your head feels too hot by now but you make no effort to actually move. its the middle of the night, and after an orgasm, all you can do is slide your fingers out and wipe them on the covers.

this should lull you into a nice slumber, even if you will have to avoid goldet's eyes as you leave tomorrow morning.

and that would be true, if xiao hadn't been walking through the corridor and saw your door slightly ajar. all he wanted to do was close them but by that time - your hand was already rushing to slide your pretty, pretty panties to the side. xiao just couldn't look away and pretend like your raised nightgown, spread legs and muffled moans weren't so close and so sinful that they made his cock strain against his pants.

he was entranced, and instead of closing the door and walking away, he simply had to walk inside and lean against the wall to watch you.

how erratic were your movements, how pretty your moans and how.. inviting was your cunt as he watched it clench around your fingers. you looked so filthy lying down there. so focused on chasing the high that you didn't even notice xiao walk in. didn't even notice how hard his cock was at the pretty picture you made. didn't even notice him sliding his hand down to palm over it.

this works to his advantage really. xiao knew that. it would be fun to ruin you even more. the two of you were just acquaintances, and with how sloppy of a job your fingers did, this would be a favour you'd be glad to take.

so, even if he knows the answer, he still asks you once you begin to calm down again.

"were you just touching yourself?"

xiao can't help but smirk as he finally sees your eyes snap open. its the middle of the night and your embarrassed and scared face as you realize someone saw it all is just as sinful to him as the one when you finally came. it's dark, but you recognise his voice and his eyes. he finds that irresistible too. it's not like you can say no. it's not like you can lie to him. your nightgown is still raised, your panties are still moved to the side. you really are so filthy. xiao sees your lips tremble and decides to take pity on you.

before you can answer, he walks up calmly to your bed tugs on your arm. in a split second, you are already on xiao's lap as his hands are rubbing circles into your hips.

you can feel how hard he is, but while you were ashamed of your actions: you know that he feels nothing similar. xiao doesn't shy away from looking right into your eyes as he positions you on his right thigh. he doesn't shy away as he suddenly grabs your hips to keep you still. instead, he gives you a sloppy kiss as he flexes his thigh against your naked cunt so that you whimper and jerk up your hips.

he breaks the kiss once you get greedy and whispers: "you can't tell me that you weren't just making a mess."

you really can't. your slick is already staining his pants. its impossible to deny.

xiao's right hand slides over to your back softy before he grabs both of your hands with it, keeping your wrists together.

it looks like you won't get to touch him.

"i have a better idea." now his left hand slowly slides up your stomach. its then that xiao decides that the buttons on the upper part of your nightgown are a nuisance. he rips them off as he speaks in a tone you never heard before.

"why don't you rut against my thigh? if you put on a good show, maybe i will be generous enough to do what your sloppy fingers couldn't. and i'll even keep quiet about it."

a/n: my first real smut chapter and im scared,,, it was a request so i hope it is good ahh. tbh i never imagined xiao cus he not my fav but all you xiao fans? come eat