Diluc's first meeting with the apothecary was... odd, to say the least.

A knock on his manor's door would usually be answered by one of the many maids or butlers running the household, but for some reason, Diluc felt compelled to answer it himself.

On the other side of the door stood a woman, her expression hard to read, almost neutral except for the bit of excitement hiding behind her eyes.

"Sorry to disturb you, Mister, but you have some poisonous plant roots on your grape vines."

Diluc stared back at her, brows lifting ever so slightly at her straightforwardness, "And... you're telling me this because...?"

A smile quickly spread across her face, "I'd like to take them, if you don't mind."

His lips pursed together before speaking, "If you're offering an extraction service, I'm not interested in buying-"

Her eyes widened, "Huh? Oh, no, nothing like that. I'd just like to take the roots. I'm not looking for payment. The roots themselves would be more than enough."

Diluc narrowed his eyes, glancing over at the vineyard to see what she was talking about, noticing a purplish root stemming from the ground and wrapping around the trellis.

"You... just want the root?"

The woman emphatically nodded, a sparkle appearing in her eyes, "Mmhm! They're uh— good for certain medicines."

Her gaze met his, a certain intensity to her expression, "I can take them and be out of your hair in, like, three minutes tops! I promise not to touch the grapes!"

Diluc looked at her, skepticism evident in his stare, "I suppose there's no harm in it; you don't mind if I supervise, do you?"

The woman shook her head rapidly, then turned around to squeal and jump up and down on the tips of her toes in excitement, mumbling under her breath, "Yeeeeessss~ I finally get a rare poisonous root from Mondstadt...! This is awesome~."

Diluc couldn't help but let out a small, if not totally silent, laugh, slightly amused by her sudden burst of joy. 

She practically raced over to the trellis with the dangerous root, picking and prodding at it with determined focus. Diluc noticed the way her hands were steady, unyielding in their pursuit. 

And as she carefully extracted it, Diluc couldn't help but stare with fascination. Her eyes were glinting with a certain spark, one that Diluc could only admire. 

Though when she finished, gathering the now-removed root and glancing back at him, he almost felt embarrassed for staring for so long.

The woman gave him a sheepish smile, a cute giggle escaping her, "Sorry for making you wait, and uh... thanks for the root."

"No problem." Diluc turned his gaze away from her to the place where the root once occupied. It was expertly cut, with no damage to the trellis or any of the grapevines, "Who exactly are you, anyway? I doubt any average citizen of Mondstadt would notice such a thing, let alone be able to handle it without issue."

She laughed, "I'm not from Mondstadt, actually; I just kinda wander from place to place, ya know? Oh, and the name's Y/n, I'm an apothecary."

Diluc hummed in response, "And I suppose you have some use for this particular plant for your practice?"

"It's more for experiments, really. I like to test things out."

She stood up rather quickly, bowing to Diluc with a joyful expression, "Thank you again, Mister. I'll be going now!"

And with those last words, she raced off into the woods near the Dawn Winery. 

A sudden pang in Diluc's chest hit him harder than he thought, an outstretched hand following her form for a moment before recoiling back. 

He didn't get to tell her his name, did he?

Kaeya's meeting with the wandering apothecary was a while back, long before the Traveler appeared in Mondstadt.

He liked to recall the memory from time to time, often musing about it and longing to see her again since he enjoyed her presence so much. 

It had happened by chance, with Kaeya on his way to the Knights of Favonius Headquarters, and Y/n standing in the middle of the square's fountain.

Kaeya had almost laughed out loud. Seeing a random girl poking through the fountain was such an intense gaze was definitely a comical sight.

"Did you lose something in there?" The Cavalry captain couldn't hide the smile on his lips and was far too amused to hold back the teasing lilt to his voice.

Without a moment of hesitation, the woman shook her head, not even bothering to speak. 

"Do you require some assistance then?"

A laugh escaped her, not sparing him a single glance, "Hardly. Besides, a knight wouldn't know the first thing about this."

Kaeya tilted his head to the side, trying to get a better view of what she was doing. Her gaze was set on the water before her, with her hands scraping something at the bottom of the fountain.

"...And what would that be?"

Her head snapped towards his direction, a big grin on her face, "Algae. What else?"

He had to admit, out of all the things she could have said, that was nowhere near what he expected. 

She turned back to the water, slowly lifting her scraping utensil and depositing the contents of the algae into a small pouch, "I saw this when I was at Good Hunter earlier, so I knew that I needed to check it out!"

Kaeya only stared at her, for once not able to give his typical witty response. 

The woman stepped out of the fountain, shaking off the excess water on her legs, then turning to leave the city, a pep in her step, and humming a small, cheerful tune.

 Since then, Kaeya has met this woman more often, learning she was an apothecary who experimented with random plants and poisons.

And as the knight sat in Angel's Share, swirling a glass of dandelion wine in his hand, he couldn't help but wish that she could visit Mondstadt more often, if only to enjoy her sweet smile and adorable laugh once more.

One of these days, Kaeya would be sure to ask her to have dinner with him and hopefully woo her with his enigmatic charm.

She had piqued Lohen's interest the moment he saw her, with the knights under his order only staring in worry as their vice captain completely forwent the mission to talk to the random girl poking around the poisonous flowerbed.

His usual Cheshire grin flourished on his handsome face, "You know those are poisonous, right?"

The woman only hummed back in response, picking up one particularly well-preserved flower with a cute little smile on her face as she admired it.

Lohen stepped closer, his gaze landing on that adorable smile, eyes narrowing with a mischievous glint, "You gonna poison somebody with that?"

She laughed, almost shocking Lohen, if not for how pretty it sounded to his ears.

"No way. This stuff could kill the average man with only a milligram of the venom in its stem. I wouldn't do that to anyone." The woman picked a few more flowers, careful not to let the toxin escape from the bottom, "I'll be testing it on myself anyway."

The knights who were just standing around waiting for Lohen to finish his impromptu conversation all let out choked coughs and held flabbergasted expressions as they stared at the woman.

"Testing on yourself? A pretty 'lil thing like you?"

The woman shot him a glare, rising from her crouched position in the flowerbed, "One, don't call me little, and two, I can handle just about any poison in Teyvat, just so you know."

Lohen chuckled, "No need to get hostile; as a knight, it's my duty to make sure the citizens of Mondstadt are all safe. Wouldn't want someone getting sick, right?"

She stared at him for a moment, eyeing his expression and evaluating his body language, before finally speaking, "Something tells me that's not your actual concern."

The mint-haired man tilted his head, still grinning away, "Oh? And what makes you think that, lovely?"

The woman narrowed her eyes at that term of endearment, but straightened her shoulders, crossing her arms and faced him squarely, "You're the Vice Captain of the Fifth Company, right? You're a poison fiend from what I've heard. So I'm sure you know this type of toxin isn't contagious when it infects the body."

He held up his hands in mock surrender, "You got me."

Lohen lowered his hands, "You're that apothecary everyone keeps talkin' about, right? Could I get a name to match the pretty face?"

The h/c-haired woman stared again, then sighed at her own realization. She picked up her bag and prepared to leave, "It's Y/n. And you can stop with the flattery; I don't give out poisons for free."

As she left, Lohen couldn't help but chuckle. She knew the whole time that he wanted her poisons, didn't she? How cute. He'd have to be more covert next time. 

And he hoped that that next time would be soon.

Varka found it hard to focus with such a loud commotion right outside his office. He could clearly hear Amber's worried shouts; she might as well have been screaming right in his ear for the difference it'd make.

Staring down at his mountain of paperwork, the Grandmaster let out a heavy sigh, then pushed himself up and out of his desk chair to see what was going on out there; it's not like he'd get any work done with that racket, nor did he want to.

His office door slid open, causing Amber to freeze mid-shout.

"G-grandmaster Varka!? I didn't realize you were in there...!" Embarrassment crossed the young outrider's features, "I'm really sorry for disturbing you, but I need to get this woman to Barbara A.S.A.P!"

Varka glanced at the woman next to Amber, someone he didn't recognize. But getting a good look at her, he couldn't help but think about how pretty she was, even with her expression clouded by some form of distress.

But as soon as he realized that he was just staring, Varka let out a small cough to cover his slightly more rosy cheeks, "Did a Hilichurl get you?"

The woman didn't respond, simply turning her gaze to the floor with pursed lips.

Varka glanced at Amber for an answer, which he got rather quickly.

"She ate some poisonous berries! I'm trying to get her to go to Barbara, but she's been refusing!!"

The Grandmaster's eyes widened, his head snapping to look at the woman again to confirm.

"And I told you that it's fine; I've ingested way worse toxins and come through just fine."

Amber huffed, taking hold of the woman's wrist, "If that really is the case, then a check-up won't hurt!"

The woman sighed, "It's really not necessary; I'd only be wasting Miss Barbara's time."

Their banter continued for a bit, Varka keeping his eye on the woman in front of him. Did he hear her right? Does she eat poisonous things on the regular? Why?

Varka laughed, catching both women off guard.

"Grandmaster Varka? This is hardly a laughing matter! Those berries could be killing her at this very moment!"

Varka showed a sheepish smile, "Sorry about that, but you don't happen to be that Apothecary everyone keeps talking about 'round here?"

The woman nodded after a few moments, almost hesitantly, "Whatever you heard, it's either not true, or my crimes have been greatly exaggerated."

The Grandmaster let out another laugh, "I was referring to an immunity to poisons you happen to have."

"Ah."

Silence stood between the three of them before this woman broke it, "So... can I go?"

Varka chuckled, while Amber stood with uncertainty in her gaze.

"If you start feeling sick, come back right away, alright?"

The woman did a mock salute before rushing out of the Knights of Favonius Headquarters.

Varka stared at her retreating figure, more amused than anything, a small hope in the back of his mind that he'd see her again.

A gust of wind nearly sent her flying off the tree, only barely escaping such a fate by taking hold of the branch she was sitting on at the last second.

Her curved blade nearly slipped from her fingers, catching the looped end with her other hand before it tumbled below. 

With narrowed eyes, she glanced around, at least as much as could while dangling from a branch.

Y/n couldn't see anyone, but there was definitely a person here. She felt it. With a quick pull, she was sitting on the branch again, sitting still with a few cursory looks around the giant tree in Windrise.

When nothing happened, she carefully lifted her blade to resume her previous task.

But of course, another gust of wind was pointed in her direction; thankfully, she was prepared enough not to skid too far off. 

"Whoever's doing that, you're being a real pain in the ass...!" Y/n glanced around again, an annoyed tone laced throughout her statement.

The branch she rested on dipped a bit as new weight was added, "Then stop messing with the Symbol of Mondstadt's Hero."

Y/n turned around and saw a shorter guy with deep black hair and an aqua-teal color fading in his front braids, a green outfit that looked like a fancy bard's getup. Her head tilted to the side, trying to get a good read on him, while his face was soft-looking and rather cute; however, his frown was evident, a look she could tell was unusual for him. 

"I'm just getting this mycelium; I'll be in and out quick." Y/n turned back to extract the mushrooms she had noticed growing on the side of the large oak tree. 

Another gust of wind nearly sent her right into the tree itself, which she stopped right before she faceplanted the hardened wood.

"Would you quit!? I'm not doin' anything bad here!"

She glanced over her shoulder at him again, his brows now furrowed deeply with puffed-out cheeks, "Not doing anything bad? You're clearly trying to hurt the tree!"

Y/n stared blankly at him, eyes trained on his expression and the small ways it fluctuated, from the crinkle between his brows to the flaring of his nostrils. Then, she spoke in a much less annoyed manner, "You're worried I'm hurting the tree? C'mere then."

The h/c-haired woman motioned for him to get closer, placing her blade back in its holster. 

Cautiously, the raven-haired guy took a few steps closer.

Y/n then pointed at the mushrooms on the tree, "These are parasitic and saprophytic mushrooms, you know what that means?" 

She didn't let him respond, instead pointing at the root point of the mycelium where signs of crackling wood were clear, "It's a wood-decay fungus, typically only feeding on dead trees; that's the saprophytic part, but when in dire need, it can grow on live trees to continue thriving, that's the parasitic part." 

The guy's eyes widened, leaning in slightly more.

She continued, "It's in a rather early stage of development, so it's not doing any damage right now, but if it's left to fester, it can kill the tree within two to five years."

He went silent, staring down at his lap in thought before finally speaking, "And you were trying to stop that from happening..."

His words were more of a statement to himself than to her, but after a few short moments, he looked back at Y/n, a much softer expression on his face, "Sorry... about that."

Y/n smiled at him, picking up her blade again, "No need for an apology, just let me finish this real quick."

Within the next few minutes, the fungi was completely extracted and placed into a pouch for safekeeping.

She had fully expected the stranger to be gone, but he stood at the bottom of the tree instead, almost like he was waiting for her.

"You good?"

He looked like he didn't know what to say, his eyes having a hard time meeting hers. But after a moment of pure awkward silence, he spoke, a slightly more cheerful grin on his lips, "Thank you. For helping the tree, I mean."

Y/n laughed, "It's no problem. I'd hate to see this big guy go down; it's such a relaxing spot here in Mondstadt, one of my favorites to come to when I'm passing through."

The guy looked up at the big tree, "Me too..."

Silence came between them again, but much less awkward this time.

When that silence was broken, a friendly chat arose, learning each other's names and professions, then talking for a while longer before splitting ways.

And the stranger, now known to her as Venti, couldn't help but wish to see her again, hoping she stops by Mondstadt again, sooner rather than later.

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XIAO is also a wreck when it comes to romantic affairs. As an adeptus, he fails to understand why you like half of the things you do. Despite not understanding, Xiao himself has “human likes” too. He would never admit it, but he enjoys kissing and cuddling just as much as you do—if not more.  He typically shows his affection through physical touch.

XIAO usually waits for you to initiate anything, rather than acting on his own urges. He prefers you being on top, but regardless of the position, he’ll make sure he’s able to hold your hand (preferably both) and kiss you. He usually doesn’t say much except for grunting and whispering your name when he’s close, but he appreciates when you are communicative in turn. Xiao states he doesn’t have time to think about kinks. You think he just appreciates things the standard way.

CHILDE is the type of guy to lay down thousands of mora to surround you in an endless sea of gifts. His concept of romance is very monetary, but there’s perhaps no better way that Childe knows to show his love. He’s an avid fan of skinship as well, and he’s an expert in stealing kisses. His normal idea of a “date” is beating the crap out of each other at the Golden House, or tag-teaming to launch an assault on some unsuspecting enemies. His more acceptable date ideas are taking you out to restaurants and boutiques far too expensive for the typical person to afford.

CHILDE is probably one of the kinkiest men alive. He sees sex in the same way he sees battle—both get his blood pumping and make him feel raw pleasure. He’ll do it wherever, whenever, and however—and if there’s biting, hitting, or slapping involved, all the better. He loves doing you from behind in particular, since he can pull your hair and slap your ass as much as he wants. Childe is extremely vocal in bed, and usually embarrasses the hell out of you in this way. One of his favorite things is eating you out in the morning as a wake-up call. Totally has a praise kink. (“Does that feel good, girlie? Tell me how good.”)

KAEYA is a true romantic, through and through. He likes to send you small letters everyday, ranging from the sweetest words with pressed flowers to the most bizarre Hilichurlian poems with odd drawings. He’s as sweet as he is naughty, which Kaeya especially makes evident when you’re working the bar at Angel’s Share. He’ll sneak anything from a tender nose kiss to a cheeky swat at your ass whenever he can. He also loves making it clear that you’re his through massive amounts of PDA.

KAEYA is a super low-effort guy when it comes to sex. He prefers you to be on top simply because he enjoys it when you do all the work. He usually makes cheeky comments in bed to tease you, but always makes sure to lavish you with sweet words of praise when it’s all over. One of Kaeya's favorite things is getting you to suck him off under his desk at the Knights of Favonius headquarters, or in the Angel’s Share storeroom. On the rare occasions where he does a majority of the work, you usually can’t walk straight for a few days afterwards.

VENTI isn’t the archon of love, but he sure acts like it. You had better bet that this accomplished bard spends all day crafting love songs and poems for you, and has no shame delivering them to you in public. Get him drunk and his musings about your beauty only grow twice as intense. Venti has no mora to spare on fancy dates, so he takes you out to the most beautiful parts of Mondstat instead, simply observing the landscape with you hand-in-hand.

VENTI loves to be fucked, in that he wholeheartedly enjoys when you are dominant and practically fucking yourself on him. He’s a huge fan of your boobs, and enjoys playing with them and sucking on them to his heart’s delight. Venti is a rather vocal man who’s not afraid to moan his throat hoarse. His kinks include light bondage (both on him and you), dirty talk, and being blindfolded.

ZHONGLI is a fan of affectionate appellations. You are his sweet, his love, his precious noctilucous jade. He’s about as monetary as Childe, minus the funds to support his ideations with. Zhongli loves to roam antique stores with you, looking for the most beautiful clothing and jewelry to accentuate his darling’s stunning charm. Ironically, he usually gets you to foot the bill.

ZHONGLI takes lovemaking as seriously as one possibly can. Everything needs to be perfect—the time, the setting, the details of the room…he’ll go so far as to light a hundred candles in a variety of elevations just to get the right “ambience”. He is always on top, and is usually exclusive to missionary. He likes eye contact and kissing, and he always whispers words of encouragement and praise to you. Zhongli can and will go for hours at a time, averaging out at about four per session. He’s very big on “I love you”s and is about as kinky as a rock.

THOMA is perhaps the sweetest lover you’ll ever find. He’s always praising you for your beauty, grace, and elegant form with your weapon of choice. He’s a doting kind of lover due to his housekeeping background, and always has your favorite snacks and drinks at the ready whenever you’re out training.  Not to mention, he knits gloves for you and gets you presents from you favorite confectionery whenever he can. Thoma enjoys very conventional dates—going out to eat, sightseeing, watching the fireworks, etc. It doesn’t really matter to him what you two do, so long as he gets to hold your hand through the whole of it.

THOMA and you are as cute as cute can be when it comes to sex. He’ll usually ask if it’s okay to touch you, which is your signal that he wants to make love. You’re both big on foreplay, as getting you properly warmed up is important to Thoma. This involves a lot of kisses to a lot of body parts and as much praise as possible. He doesn’t mind which one of you is on top, but in the rare moments that you request to be, he usually ends up a blushing mess and cums far sooner. As vanilla as Thoma might seem, he actually has a light bondage (him or you) and temperature play kink. Both he and you enjoy soft dripping wax. Big on aftercare, Thoma enjoys spooning and talking about how you made each other feel until you fall asleep.

SCARAMOUCHE doesn’t have a romantic bone in his whole body. He sees no need for such a thing, but he complies (although begrudgingly) whenever you drag him out on dates. If you’re looking for reassurance, it’s best to find it elsewhere—Scaramouche never voices how he truly feels. Still, he has a silent sense of respect that only those who know him as intimately as you do can recognize. He’s your typical tsundere.

SCARAMOUCHE is a certified freak, but so are you. He‘s an extreme sadist that does anything and everything he can to make you cry, including using his electro powers on you. He likes to be the one on top, but he allows you to ride him with your back to him when he’s feeling soft and doesn’t want you to see. He loves face-fucking and fucking you in your lab, as well as touching you in public. There’s usually physical repercussions if you cum without approval.

ALHAITHAM constantly references popular dating material while formulaically assessing your response to his advances. He’s not one that overly romantic in any sense of the word, but values spending quality time together doing nothing at all. Despite how he seems, he has a strong emotional attachment to you, and if requested of him, would go to the ends of the earth to keep you happy.

ALHAITHAM strongly believes that sex facilitates a happy, healthy relationship and uses data from established surveys to prove so. This is his excuse for liking sex so much, which you think is quite funny. It doesn’t take much for him to get going, and he makes his desires known quite forwardly. There’s a lot of rough kissing, soft touching, and hand-holding going on, as well as the occasional kink or two with blindfolds and semi-public forays among others. And yes, Alhaitham has sources to validate his opinions. An innocent Kaveh trying to get some rest may or may not have been harmed by this dynamic duo in the process.

Venti:

Venti is very comfortable kissing any time and any place—the boy has very little shame and isn’t embarrassed to show the world just how much he loves you. He’s fond of kissing your cheeks or lips in greeting since he misses you when the two of you are apart. The bard is also fond of taking your hands in his and intertwining your fingers together before leaning in to touch the tip of his nose to yours. The way you smile and giggle while he rubs his nose against yours makes his heart feel airy and warm, and he laughs along with you. Your laughter makes him feel better whenever he’s feeling down; it’s a genuine comfort for him to see you happy.

Venti likes to bask with you under the warm sunrays that filter through the canopy of the great tree at Windrise. The two of you often lay in the grass together and watch the leaves rustle in the wind and the clouds pass overhead. Venti strums on the lyre for you, but what you don’t yet know is that the melody is a future ballad he will sing for you once he’s able to put his feelings for you into words. While your attention is focused on the clouds or his tune, Venti would turn his head to look at your serene face. He makes sure you aren’t paying attention to him because he doesn’t want you to see the longing and fondness in his eyes. Venti is so enamored with you that his own emotions overwhelm him until he succumbs to the urge to lean over and smooch your cheeks and forehead. His spontaneous affection surprises you, but you can’t help but giggle under his flurry of kisses. Venti smiles at having gotten you to laugh, but he also hopes you feel as loved as he wants you to be.

Whenever you and Venti are apart during the day and you feel a gust of wind blow past you, know that the gentle caress of the breeze against your face is Venti’s way of giving you the kisses he can’t give you in-person. You are the only person capable of tethering the bard’s roaming heart, and he will forever be grateful to have someone as wonderful as you return his feelings. You mean the world to him, and he will make sure you know it once he finally completes his love ballad for you.

Dainsleif:

There is something restrained about Dainsleif’s kisses when you first take that step in your relationship. They feel nice. Very tender, careful, and loving, but you can tell that he’s afraid of something. Each kiss feels like he’s kissing you for the last time, and it always make your heart ache to feel him act as if your relationship is already over. Dainsleif knows he’ll outlive you because of his curse, and there’s a part of him that’s already trying to numb himself to the inevitable day when he’ll lose you to time just so it won’t hurt as bad.

Underneath the fear of losing you, you can also feel that Dainsleif craves for more from your shared kisses, but he never asks for it. It's not until you confront Dainsleif about it that he confesses he feels an urge to be more aggressive with his kisses, but he didn’t want to ask for more since he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or force you into something you don’t want. Even when you tell him it’s okay, Dainsleif will remain stubborn and won’t let himself indulge in his cravings. It will take a lot of patience and convincing on your end for Dainsleif to finally loosen the chains on his self-restraint and give in to his desires.

Shadows danced playfully along the walls of the Jenkins Manor, silently weaving into the lighthearted yet intimate blanket of coziness that enveloped the living room. You languidly lay against your boyfriend's chest as he reads, one of his arms wrapped around you and the other carefully holding up his favorite book. The scent of Victor's cologne mingled with the aroma wafting from the fireplace, this scent combination slowly becoming your favorite as you nuzzle yourself into a more comfortable position against him. Victor's eyes don't leave the pages of his book, but the contented hum that rumbled through his chest and tickled your face let you know that he was enjoying this just as much as you. The comfortable silence sat for a moment before you spoke, "...Victor?" your voice low and growing in sleepy heaviness. You could feel him shift slightly beneath you before answering with a soft "Yes, y/n?"

Lohen has always been beautiful, even from the distance that he’s put you at. He’s beautiful every time his lips brush your knuckles at dinners with powerful families in Mondstadt, still beautiful when he forsakes you by your lonesome for the rest of the night, leaving you to entertain yourself in other ways. He’s beautiful when you’re strolling the gardens, and you catch him sparring against other knights, and he smiles like it’s the happiest he’s ever been.

Hell, he’s beautiful now — his bangs fallen over his forehead, eyes widened in shock, his chest rising mid-inhale. He’s moved your vanity chair to the side of your bed, elbows perched on the stand right above your previously sleeping form. Lohen's lips move in response to your question, but he doesn’t answer.

You have to blink yourself awake, try to force your words to come out less groggy.

“Did I oversleep?”

He actually answers this time, his tone with the veneer of professionalism.

“No.”

“… Is there an emergency, then? Has someone passed?”

“… No.”

Your heart thuds dully in your chest, confusion swirling in your head. You shift, your head lifting up from your pillow just a little, and Lohen scrambles. The chair falls to the floor with a thud in his hurry to leave, his voice uncharacteristically wavering as he fumbles, “Sorry, I really didn’t mean to come in, please have a good night—”

You prop yourself up in a panic, your hand reaches for his just barely enough to grab his wrist, and he freezes. Your mind races because Lohen hasn’t turned around to face you yet, but you grabbed for his wrist in a hurry, and you had no plan of action for this. With all your might, you tug him backwards — he yelps, forearms falling back on your sheets, his back landing on your lap.

“You are not leaving that easily.” You pant out, scowl on your lips, “What the hell, Lohen?”

He doesn’t respond again, breathing heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes blown wide. You watch in real time as the heavy flush at his ears spreads to his cheeks, red blossoming all over his face.

… Ah.

This is Lohen’s first time in a bed with you, you realize.

(And suddenly, your face feels warm too. You wonder if he notices.)

Slowly, you shift again — your thighs raise ever so slightly, so his head is brought closer to you, so you can sit a little more upright.

He's beautiful from this angle, too, and it only steels your resolve more. You’ve been denied the excuse to touch your husband for two years; you might as well take advantage of the opportunity while you have it.

Cautiously, your hand creeps towards him. A part of you is worried he’ll lunge — bite at you like a dog, or run away — but he stays frozen in your lap.

Your palm ghosts the cusp of his chin, tilting his jaw to face you. His skin is so much softer than you imagined, warm and getting warmer — he feels human underneath you.

Your hand travels to the side of his jaw, thumb on his cheek, tracing the deeper red on the apples of his cheek.

Lohen flinches, like your attention on him burns.

He should leave. He should lift himself from your lap, excuse himself to sleep in his cold chambers for the rest of the night so he can think about your touch without going rabid. He should cook you your favorite breakfast tomorrow, apologize profusely with a brilliant excuse for what he was doing in your room the night before.

Lohen knows himself enough to know that he should go. You're the one that stepped into the lion's den — a mouse keeping such a beast under it's paw is unheard of, and it's up to him to be strong enough to retreat back into the shadows, but he's never been strong when it comes to you.

So he stays there, drinking in the sight of you above him with half-lidded eyes, gazing at your lips as they move.

“Were you … watching me in my sleep?”

If only you knew.

He exhales. “Yeah.”

Warmth floods your chest, and your lips move before you can even process your next question. “Do you watch me often?”

Lohen feels like he might die, out of the pure ecstasy his heart can’t take being held by you, or the utter embarrassment of being caught.

“Almost every night.” He spits out, “Whenever I get the chance.”

“… Do you watch me when I'm not sleeping?”

Almost every day, whenever he gets the chance.

He's seen you in every state you've been in — it's not difficult to shrink his duties as the Vice Captain, and it's so easy when he already knows your daily schedule.

He used to chalk it up to keeping you safe. As his partner, you'd automatically be put in more danger than you normally would be, so he'd watch to keep an eye out for any attacks. The only attacks that he'd find out, however, were flirts and eyes from other men.

He wouldn't know what the feeling was when it happened — the something ugly that broiled in his chest, made his bloodlust that much more potent. He'd think about ending them all if he could for a moment — carve out their eyes for looking at you, flay their lips so they couldn't speak, butcher their hands for touching you.

But then you'd laugh. You'd wave your hand to show off the ring on your finger, speak of him, your husband, and all those thoughts would disappear. Because you were his, and he was yours.

Lohen would later find out (through rants with Varka of all people) that the fleeting emotion that overtook him was jealousy, and the emotion he felt towards you was love.

Something sick, tainted and unsure — but love nonetheless.

Lohen feels a rare bout of disgust towards himself. The bear trap he's placed himself in has finally clamped down on his crus, and like any wounded animal, he scrambles for absolution.

A gasp escapes your lips as his head rams into the fat of your stomach, his nose buried into your thigh, arms awkwardly wrapped around your waist. This is certainly the closest he's been to you — he can smell your bodywash through your silk top, just enough to send his panicking mind into overdrive.

“Please don't—” He chokes out, “Please don't leave me — I can be better, I can change, so please don't—”

You can only watch in shock as Lohen babbles on, manic pleas flying from his lips faster than you can process them. His arms squeeze around you, twisting the fabric bunched at your skin, pressing further closer to you. He'd reach past your skin if he could — have his teeth tear into your flesh, burrow into your bones, sink into the fibers of your muscle — he's happy to be a parasite if it means he can be with you—

“Lohen, stop.”

His teeth clamp down on his tongue at your command, just enough to draw blood.

It's embarrassing. The Vice Captain of the Knights of Favonius’ Fifth Company, trembling in his partner's lap, cowering like a child. He can't help it; he can't think properly with you so close to him. Any normal man would knuckle under your warmth, lurch on their axis at your touch, and he is all but just a man—

Your hands cup his cheeks, forcing his face to yours, your noses just inches apart.

It pisses you off — how absolutely angelic he looks, knowing he has so much to apologize for. Tears lace the corners of his eyes like poison on a sharp knife, arched right to your heart. There's a waver of his lips, small knit in his brows, pink in his eyes, the color of love, that makes him that much more pitiful.

“You're acting insane.” Your eye twitches, “I've never met anyone like you.”

“’M sorry,” he mumbles glumly, “I didn't mean for it to go this far.”

(You've never seen a man look more desperate in his life.

And now your heart feels soft again.)

For a moment, there's just silence. Pregnant and heavy, fallen over the two of you. There's not even a rustle on his side, like he's terrified that if he moves, time will go forward again.

“Can I ask why?”

What other reason would there be?

For the first time since being caught, his eyes meet yours wholly. Like you're the only person in the whole world, and his answer is the only truth.

His breath feels tepid on your skin, the shaky inhale and exhale as you await the answer.

“I just like being around you.” He breathes, “… Even when you're unaware of it, I just like you.”

And then his head dips, his cheek nuzzling into the palm of your hand. Like a dog at the heel of its owner, he bathes in the attention you've given him while still begging for more.

“I like you,” he confesses again — it’s not any easier to say it, even now that it's already out in the open. You feel his lips on your skin, not daring to enunciate more than needed, shielding your bare palm from his teeth. “And I’ve been holding back all this time, so please forgive me.”

There's something scrappy in his tone of voice — raw on his tongue, with something frenzied that you can't quite place.

So this is the real Lohen.

Normal? No. Well-adjusted? Certainly not. Like a wolf starving for a meal, he’s gotten himself through with instinct and madness alone. Polite greetings can't quell such a fire, and kisses out of duty will only ignite it further, so he's been staving it off by watching you — but that can't simulate what he truly desires either. He's just as obsessed as you are, to the point where it's debilitating.

Something stirs in your heart.

(Is it bad that this only makes you want him more?)

So you adjust your grip — you sit both of you up straighter on the bed, resting his chin between your propped-up knees.

“I forgive you.” You murmur, finger absentmindedly circling around his cheek, brushing his bangs back. You're impossibly close to him now —enough to see the flutter of his blue eyelashes, the faint freckles that dot his nose.

Your head tilts to the side, moving closer. “And…”

Lohen's breath hitches.

“I'm sorry you felt that you couldn't be yourself around me.”

A peck on his cheek, before you pull back. Far too brief, he'd think he imagined it if you weren't holding him right here.

“I wish you would've told me instead of going to such lengths, y'know.”

Another on his forehead. His neurons feel frayed, sent to death by overstimulation at your touch, his self-control tumbling further and further away, straight to the bear trap shut tightly around his heart.

“It's funny, isn't it?” Your laugh sounds like music to his ears — the crystalflies’ hum that floats around the grapevine at night, the songbirds that wake him up in the morning. “I guess anyone else would be worried about the logistics — how long you've been watching me, what you think about when you watch me, but…”

Your thumb brushes against his eyebags, faint and discolored. And your heart aches for him, because you know the countless hours and dedication he puts into his work, and you know what he puts his body through to keep you safe.

“I'm here worrying if you’re getting enough sleep like this. So now I’m wondering if we were made for eachother.”

He flinches as you kiss him right under his eye, right at the mole — your teeth scrape at his eyebags just lightly, and he shivers. You don’t separate from him completely this time — no, your head tilts until your forehead presses up against his, your noses bumping against the other, your breath on his lips.

You're brighter than the moon outside could ever be, and he can't help but stare with ricochet wonder.

“I just want you as you are. So please don't hide from me.”

Lohen used to imagine what it'd be like to kiss you. Hell, he was thinking about what it'd be like when he was watching you a few minutes ago — for you, he'd be a respectable man, the best he could be.

The second your lips actually touch his, though, the last thread of self-restraint snaps.

His fingers tighten at your shoulders as his face presses against yours, until the back of your skull hits the headboard and he's crawled up over you, caging you between the bed and his body.

It's a foreign feeling — his tongue licking the inside of your lips, teeth bumping awkwardly at how messy it all is — and he tries to keep his thoughts into reign again, tries not to think about how he'd unhinge his jaw to swallow you whole if he could, how he doesn't need another sip of wine ever again if it means getting drunk off of you for the rest of his life.

His partner, his precious partner, mewling vibrations against his lips, thunder in his heart and clouds in his head. Lohen could die happily here, he thinks — you could stab him in the back right now, and he'd have the pleasure of bleeding out in your arms. What an honor it would be to seep into the crevices of your skin, so that no amount of soap or water could ever rid you of him.

You're too sweet, though. Too good for him, so he'll have to stand to sticking his tongue down your throat instead, peeling you open from inside out until the nonsensical sounds you make with your lips learn to form his name instead.

Something carnal bubbles in your chest, like animal to animal alike, saliva in your mouth, melted iron on your tongue.

It's something in the way he laps up your attention, kisses you with a reverence only a devil could, like there's nothing else he'd rather do.

Lohen’s lips separate from yours far earlier than he'd like — his hands weaker on your wrists, chest heaving as he pants.

He's not nearly good enough at this yet, but he wants to be. He wants to be better for you in general, if you'd let him.

And it seems like you want to, with the way you lay your forehead on his shoulder, slowly gathering yourself the same way he is, letting him feel your uneven breaths on his collarbone. Your cheek feels warm on his skin as you turn, a contrast to the nip in the night air.

“So,” you look at him with all the unlocked adoration he used to dream about, “Was that everything you've ever wanted, my dear husband?”

He nods.

If he's being honest, he's still half-expecting you to throw him out now that you've had your fill of him at this point, to let him rot in the dungeons below you where he belongs — but you just laugh, and his heart skips a beat again.

Your lips curve into a teasing smile.

“… Stalker.”

Lohen flushes.

“I didn't—” His protest is cut off short by another kiss on his lips. Softer, this time. Sweeter.

Enough for him to want to go back in and capture yours properly again, but then you sigh contentedly, flopping back down on your mattress.

“You'll stay the night, won't you?” You ask innocently, running your hand up his thigh, “Unless you're content to just watch me until the sun rises.”

(As if on cue, one of the straps to your tank top slips off your shoulder, revealing your bare skin.

Lohen thinks that maybe he's been the one walking into the lion's den this entire time.)

“I…”

“Perfect!” Your hands promptly grab his forearm, pulling him down to you.

This is twice that you've thrown him to the mattress, he thinks, another three or four times more that you've manhandled him just this night alone. Is this what he should expect from married life from now on? Should he invest in a new mattress?

He scarcely has time to think before you're by his side again, arms wrapped around his waist, your lips pressing kisses to his clavicle.

“Y'know … we never consummated the marriage, Lohen,” you murmur, unable to hide the mischievous tone in your voice, “Shall we make it official tonight?”

You're going to be the death of him, but he doesn't mind.

lowkeyyyy hate the way this ended but couldnt think of anything else so . idk i just wanted to make out with him

Whenever you two would go out together, you'd feel noticable glances. You'd wonder why all the time. Perhaps your lover was just a popular figure in Mondstat as a knight?

Wrong!

It's just that the grand difference in your energies is more than enough to raise a couple of eyebrows. He looked.. intimidating and not to be messed with to say the least. While you were right next to him shining like sunlight after dawn, greeting everyone with a welcoming smile and wave.

Nonetheless, neither of you could care less about what other people thought, continuing to go about your day in pure content and joy.

After all, what they dont see is how, behind closed doors, you two are the perfect match.

To balance out his chaotic life and destructive nature, even Lohen needs grounding. And you are the perfect comfort for tirelessness. The person that prevents him from surpassing dangerous limits, and calms his fiery spirit.

Despite him constantly searching for more stimulation through prey hunting and reckless acts and burning out when he's forced to do tedious paperwork and mundane life tasks, the dopamine he gains from simply laying in your arms and spending time with you holds no match. Even while doing stuff that he'd normally consider unentertaining.

When he comes home from mission after mission, the first thing he does is seek your attention like a moth to a flame. The moment you hear a knock on your door or slow creeks, you're always there to greet him with a loving smile, asking him how he was, no matter if he was covered in blood stains (obviously not his own blood) or was clearly up to no good. You loved him for him. Especially Even the parts that scared other people away.

His face would immediately soften at your smile, either responding enthusiastically with a proud grin or a briefly muttered 'good' on the rare days he truly physically exhausted himself. Regardless of his level of energy that particular day, he would quickly wrap his arms around you. His body, which was tense from a long day of work or fighting, would evidently relax as you reciprocated the embrace.

He loved showering you with affection. He wasn't shy at all. He'd peck affectionate kisses all over your face, and an occasional suck on your neck, leaving you flushed despite it being a common occurence.

Nobody would've believed that this was the same man charging into the front lines and ambushing enemies without a single concern or worry in his mind, driven by a constant high and desire to win.

"Lohen.. Don't you need to rest first? Aren't you tired?" You breathed out, voice full of care. As much as you loved his kisses you still worried about his health, wanting to make sure he's always in his best shape.

"Mmm and miss out on time spent coddling you? Rest can come later." Lohen responded, voice vibrating lightly. He pecked slow kisses on your cheek and then your lips before resting his head on your shoulder.

You sighed, accepting defeat as you intertwined your fingers with his hair locks. These slow, quiet moments are stark contrasts to Lohen's usual restlessness but it's just what he needs, basking in content while listening to your heartbeat as you also sank into comfort.

A/N: my first fic in like 10ish months (so basically almost a year)

Kept procrastinating writing cause I was busy and lazy. During that time I felt my writing rapidly decline, so what better way to come back with a short and simple fic about the newest genshin 5 star (my beloved Lohen<3)?

Anyways tysm for reading :D

Also I dont know if anybody would read this far but would any of you guys be interested in genshin x reader fanfic requests? Sometimes I feel void of any new ideas and don't write for a while so having people request fics would really keep me motivated with lots of fun and creative new prompts

Your irritation was beginning to show now that you weren't also satisfied enough by his unaffected demeanor and wanted more of a reaction from him. You ramped up the intensity to its highest level, where the pulsations become almost overwhelming.

Your face contorted in a mix of anticipation and amusement at his unyielding stoicism. Surprisingly, Lohen hesitantly squirmed in his seat, a slight grimace crossing his features as he finally showed a crack in his cool facade. Finally!

The belt around his waist draws out a vibration enough to hear, seeing as the simulator motioned into waves. It was a small victory, but enough to satisfy your need for a reaction from him.

"How was it?"

Lohen looks at you, his face grimaced. "Babe, are period cramps really this painful?"

You let out an indignant huff, nodding. "Well, yeah—"

"Because," he drawled, leaning back despite the device making his abdomen twitch, "it really felt like having an upset stomach."

What the fuck did he say?

"Huh?"

Lohen, oblivious to the danger he had just stepped into, lifted a shoulder in a careless shrug.

"You know. Like when you eat something questionable and spend the next hour contemplating your life choices." He flashed you a crooked grin. "Unpleasant, certainly, but I wouldn't exactly classify it as the legendary agony you've all described."

He followed his sentence with an amused laugh; you didn't join in with his amusement. You just stared at him with a look that may quantify as an invitation for murder.

"Lohen."

"Yes, babe?"

"You mean to tell me..." You stared at him in disbelief, clutching the controller tighter. "You just compared my monthly suffering to food poisoning?"

His grin widened, somehow. "I'm saying," he corrected with infuriating confidence, "that perhaps you lot have a tendency to dramatize—"

Oh, you’re not listening to his bullshit anymore.

You launched the controller at his head. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" you screeched.

Lohen yelped and barely managed to catch it with one hand. "Wha—Hey?!"

"I swear I'm going to kill you!" You ran after your lover, who was now sprinting away in fear. For the first time, this is the only time Lohen feared death, no less from his lover.

"Lohen!" you shrieked, chasing after him through the hallway. "GET BACK HERE!"

Lohen nearly tripped over his own feet trying to put distance between himself and your rapidly approaching figure. Despite the simulator still strapped around his hips and set to maximum intensity, self-preservation apparently outweighed pain.

Now, he reached a dead end. Slowly, he turned his body to face you, with his arms innocently raised, and a pleading look in his eyes. But the belt buzzed violently, causing him to finally wince. He must have accidentally pressed the button to increase the intensity further.

"Oh, gods," he hissed, grabbing his abdomen for half a second before remembering you were trying to murder him. "Could we perhaps discuss this like civilized adults—?!"

"To hell with your civilized discussion!"

"Hey, hey, kids! What's the commotion here, eh?"

A booming voice abruptly cut through the chaos. Both of you froze, then turned your curious gazes to the familiar voice. Honestly, Lohen thought it was an angel coming to save him from his impending doom, but to his dismay, standing a few feet away was Varka.

Meanwhile, the Grand Master carefully took in the scene before him. Lohen, disheveled and pale, was clutching a mysterious controller while wearing some strange contraption around his waist. …Is that a period cramp simulator? Then you, breathing heavily with murder in your eyes.

Varka sighed. Must he be punished with unrowdy behavior even during his rare moments of peace? He slowly turned toward Lohen. "What did you say?"

Lohen straightened. "...I may have implied that period cramps aren't quite as devastating as they're often described."

The room went quiet.

Varka blinked once, and he gazed at you, who was also looking back at him with anticipation. Then he let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "...Son."

Lohen frowned. "What?"

"Whatever you did," Varka said, voice carrying the exhausted wisdom of a man who had clearly witnessed too many foolish decisions throughout his life, "you deserved it."

"What?"

He ignored Lohen's confused look as he turned to you, gently patting your shoulder. "Whatever you're trying to do, continue," he said, his tone filled with encouragement.

"Grand Master?!"

Your smile went wicked after receiving the green light of the Grand Master himself. "Gladly, Grand Master."

Varka looked at Lohen one last time, giving a mock shrug. "Could've saved yourself a lot of trouble if you just kept your mouth shut,"

The voice doesn't reply immediately, though he does notice the scratching has stopped. There's a bit of shuffling, and Lohen tries to shift his gaze to see what's happening around him. The moment he looks away from the blank white ceiling, his stomach swoops. He squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a quiet groan at the sudden wave of nausea.

"Easy, easy. You don't want to throw up now. That'll only make you feel worse," Accompanying hands gently coaxes him flat on his back against the surface beneath him, "Thirsty? My apologies, Vice-Captain, but any ingestion could lead to choking or aspiration. You'll have to wait until you recover..." A soft chuckle follows, "Hehe... recover."

The hands supporting his head linger, unlike that first fleeting touch, but there's a heavy weight settling over him. He blinks and glances downward, confused, because there's nothing on him aside from the loose cotton shirt he's wearing that's starting to stick to his skin from the sweat. He tries to lick his lips, suddenly aware of how dry they are, but his tongue refuses to cooperate. Instead, he ends up drooling slightly. A bead of saliva gathers at the corner of his mouth before spilling over and trailing down his neck.

"Hm... maybe you overestimated yourself. You don't look so good," The tone doesn't sound displeased, even if the words suggest otherwise. He feels something brush against his throat, tracing along the... sternocleidomastoid muscle? He vaguely remembers someone calling it that. Ugh, a word that long is enough to make his head throb violently. He winces, his eyes squeezing shut once more so he doesn't have to look at the black spots dancing in his vision, and waits for the brief wave of pain to fade into something tolerable.

"...You know, the seniors tell ghost stories about you. About how you always charge headlong into the fray, how you're never afraid of getting hurt. Even Grandmaster Varka praises how tough you are compared to him, and says that whenever you're the one sent out, your team suffers the fewest casualties," The voice drones on, seeming to speak as much to itself as to him. He parts his eyes a sliver, just enough to make out a face beginning to take shape above him. His brain takes a while to catch up, sluggish and fogged over, but he knows that face from somewhere.

"T-This isn't what it looks like!"

You look so startled that he can almost hear your teeth chattering. For a moment, you seem caught between two instincts: staying exactly where you are to hide your spoils behind your back, or scrambling to your feet to salute your superior. The struggle is written plainly across your face, and Lohen finds himself briefly amused by how transparent it all is. Almost feels a bit unfair to be the one standing over you like this.

"Oh? How so?" Lohen smiles, a little indulgent, as he plants a hand on his hip and leans to the side for a better look at whatever had prompted you to abandon such perfectly good flowers. Hm. He thinks he recognizes that mushroom. “It’s not rare, nor particularly dangerous. Still, that is poisonous. With how nervous you look, I'd wager you knew that already. I cannot ignore a recruit collecting it in a way that could be interpreted as an attempt to harm someone."

"I-I wasn't going to use it on anyone! Promise! It's..It's just research! Self-study? Cause-ahem, because, uh... You can't know how to protect the body without learning what harms it? A-And plenty of medicines started out this way! Give the body a tiny, controlled dose, and suddenly the thing that could kill you is helping you heal," The explanation spills out of you, as if speaking too slowly might give him time to interrupt. By the end of it, your shoulders are practically touching your ears. Still, Lohen has to admit there’s a certain logic to it, granted it's messy and overexcited, but logic nonetheless. Not the usual excuse he hears from recruits caught doing something questionable.

"Are you lecturing me, trainee?" The teasing question is meant to lighten the air, but whatever confidence you’d managed to gather evaporates into thin air. Ah. Perhaps he misjudged how strong your nerves were.

"No! I mean- no, sir." Your voice droops along with your posture as you stare down at the dirt caked onto your shoes, "...Does this mean I'm kicked out of the Knights?"

For a moment, Lohen simply blinks. Kicked out? You look genuinely devastated by the possibility, fists clenched so tightly your gloves squeak faintly. He exhales lightly through his nose. A timid thing then, and yet not without merit. Plus, he liked the excited look in your eyes during your rant, and Varka always says he needs to be more lenient to the newbies. Plus...this wouldn't be the first time he's "experimented" with medicinal practices. Being alone as an adventurer requires you to take what you can and learn what your body can resist.

"Come along now, and don't forget to bring those mushrooms."

Your head snaps up at his words, his back already to you, as he gestures for you to keep up.

"Let's see what you can do."

The new batch of recruits... right. He'd originally wanted to test the waters, to see if they were truly ready to become part of the Knights. A new combat medic, the reports had said, the Knights could always use more of those. Funny, he'd expected someone steadier like Albedo or Barbara. Instead, he'd found a little mouse tottering through the fields, uprooting flowers and digging through the dirt in search of toxic fungal mushrooms.

Huh..actually..even with his blurry vision, he doesn't remember your face being this expressive. You look just as elated as he does when he's fighting.

"I know I'm only a beginner, but I really, really want to be the one to treat you. To see someone as strong as you like this..." Whatever you were about to say dissolves into a distant murmur as he sinks beneath the surface, drifting into unconsciousness.

- 🐑

His hand slides down from your hip to your lower stomach, his thumb rubbing your skin. His pinkie slides beneath the hem of your panties, but it moves no further.

"Sho..." You whisper quietly, looking back at him.

"Mmn?" He responds innocently. "'M not allowed to touch you?" He asked quietly, pushing himself up and hovering over you.

You look up at him, raising a sleepy eyebrow. "You are." You respond quietly, rubbing your hand up and down his forearm. "But I'm tiiiired." You draw out with a quiet whine.

"Right." He responded quickly, thumping behind you in bed again.

You exhale softly, that was that, then. The pair of you sat in silence a few moments before deciding you weren't content with it ending there.

You roll over to face him, snuggling up beside him. He's laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. You rest your head on his shoulder, your hand rubbing against his stomach beneath his sleep shirt. His arm naturally falls around you, resting on your waist.

Your fingers play with the hairs of his beard as you look at him, a small smile on your lips. "I guess I've woken up, some." You whisper, your hand dragging down his stomach.

"You have, have you?" He raised his own eyebrow, there was a flicker of excitement in his own tired eyes. "Roll over" He exhaled, pushing you by the hips into the position he wanted you.

You laid on your back, he was between your legs. He buries his face in your neck, pressing kisses to the warm skin. He nips your skin, soothing it with his tongue soon after.

You whine quietly, tilting your head to give him further access to the sensitive skin. Your panties were beginning to dampen, his clothed thigh pressed against your pussy.

You pushed yourself against his thigh, a soft moan leaving your mouth at the pressure against your clit. "There you go" He praised, letting your hips grind against his thigh as he tugged at your tshirt.

You lifted your body so he could pull it off, he then took his own tshirt off. His fingers found your clit through your panties, he watched your face as he rubbed circles on your clit.

"Please..." You beg quietly, your hand gripping his wrist.

He clicks his tongue, a smirk on his lips. "You want me to fuck you?" He waited for a response. He huffed a soft laugh as you nodded quickly. "Alright, then." His fingers pushed your panties to the side, his rough and thick fingers teased your hole.

"So wet...just 'cause you rubbed yourself on my thigh..." He noted, sliding his finger into your pussy. His other hand rests on your hip, his thumb reaching down to hold your panties out the way.

"More.." You complain, your hands unsure where to go. They stuttered between his hair, his hands, and your own chest.

He follows your lead, pushing another finger into your pussy and curling upwards, earning a moan from your lips as his fingers begin to move. He moves up your body, leaning down to kiss you.

You moan into his mouth, one hand in his hair, the other on his neck. "Please..." You whine, craving his cock to be inside you already.

For how much he complained about your impatience, he sure did tend to relent to it quickly. "Alright, hold on then." He muttered, pulling back. He pushed his fingers to your lips, watching you suck the taste of your pussy off his fingers.

He stood up and undressed himself, you kicked your panties off. He returned between your legs. He kissed your lips before trailing down your jaw, to your neck, chest, stomach, then crook of your thighs.

"C'moonnn." You draw out, your own handing moving to rub your clit. You were craving his cock deep inside you, any traces of sleepiness had left your body.

"Have patience." He scolded softly, though he leaned back on his haunches and began to stroke his cock with one hand. The other hand stayed on your thigh, squeezing the fat and rubbing it soothingly.

He ran the tip of his cock up and down your slit, notching it against your hole a few times. He loved to hear the way you would whine and beg for him to push in already.

"Please Sho..." You begged, your eyes looked so desperate as they met his. As he finally pushed in, they fluttered back as he pressed himself further inside.

He waited a moment, allowing your body to adjust to him. He tugged your body closer to him, wrapping your legs around his hips. He leaned down to press kisses to your neck then lips.

He began to thrust slow but deeply, a moan leaving your mouth almost every time his hips bottomed out. You squirmed on his cock when he pushed in as deep as he could and stayed there, your nails creating red crescents in his back.

He buried his face in your neck, letting out a low groan as your pussy clenched around him, his hands tightening on your hips momentarily. "Shit..." He groaned, his hips pulled back before thrusting deeply again.

Your head fell back and your mouth opened as he thrusted into you slowly. He took his time to nudge you slowly towards your climax, though you wouldn't have it many other ways. You loved feeling filled up with his cock, as long as you had that, he could take hours with your pussy.

His thumb met your clit, rubbing tight circles as your climax nears. He lets you squirm and write beneath him, the speed of his thumb not matching the speed of his thrusts.

"Fuckfuckfuck--!" You moan out, finally climaxing. Your nails drag down his back, leaving raised red marks on his pale skin. Your pussy clenches tightly around his cock, earning a groan from him.

"'M gonna come..." He warned, beginning to push himself up to pull out. Your legs tighten around his hips as he looks down at you, his hands tightening on his hips. "Inside? You sure..?" He pants, his rationality still managing to shine through.

You nod quickly, looking back up at him. "I wan' it..." You slur quietly, opening your arms for him to lean back down.

He relents once more, entering your arms as he continues to thrust, letting out a low groan as his hips stutter, filling your pussy up. You let out a contented moan, chuckling as he flopped down atop of you.

"Fuck..." He groaned, nuzzling his face into your neck with a contented sigh. "I'm ready for a nap." He sighed, his hand rubbing up and down your side soothingly.