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you would have rushed him some more, urging him to hurry up and take off his pants already— but they dropped to the floor before you could say any more words. varka hums, his hands moving to grasp you beneath your thighs. the man tugs you up, moving one free hand to guide his cock to your entrance.

you’ve seen it before, so the size doesnt quite surprise you like it did the first time. but now, having his fat tip prod against you like this, it has butterflies fluttering in your abdomen.

“you sure you still want it?” varka grins, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. “you can still back out now, y’know.” but that’s a stupid suggestion, of course. one that has you shaking my head frantically and practically grinding yourself against his tip. “don‘t tire yourself out, now.” he chuckles, slowly slipping his cock inside of you. he could only get a few inches in before you were whining— of course.

you can’t help it, okay? he’s just so big— anybody could predict that. but he feels impossibly bigger when he’s inside of you. well, maybe a quarter inside of you.

“you can take it, honey.” varka drawls, snapping his hip once, then twice, to push his length further in. the movements have you jolting, lips curving into probably one of the widest smiles he’s seen. and he couldn’t be any more pleased at the sight. so of course, he thrusts the rest of his cock into you, until he’s resting snuggly in your cunt. the man looks down, grin spreading over his face as he takes in the way you’re stretching to accomodate him. so, so cute. “such a good girl, aren’t ya?”

“mh—mhm,” you nod, toes curling. your back arches, eyebrows pinching together. you feel deliciously full. varka’s hand moves, lightly patting your head. he hums, looking down at you for a few moments before reaching over to lift your thighs over his thick, meaty arms. somehow, the action brings his larger body closer to yours.

“awwwe.” the man coos, his gaze meeting with yours. earnest, despite the brutal stretch of his cock. it’s only a few seconds before he’s snapping his hips again, this time to pull out just a little— before snapping against yours again, driving deeper than before. you mewl, fingers twitching. you reach out, clutching tightly at the bedsheets. varka almost melts at the sight. his pace quickens, arms adjusting their grasp on your legs. they’re so small against his bigger frame— and varka loves it more than anything. well, maybe not more than alcohol.

“varka— you’re— too,” you choke out, blinking up at him. what’re you saying? you don’t know. it’s all a blur, the feeling of him inside of you, the warm brush of his breath against your cheek, and that stupid smirk on his face. “varka!” you squeal, kicking your legs a little against his grasp. it feels so good that you’re restless.

“vaarka,” the man draws out, playfully mocking you. though, it sounds silly coming from him. the voice elicits a giggle from your lips, before you’re whining again as he picks up the pace. who knew you could get any louder? “oh, varka, you’re so big.” the man chuckles, enjoying his little acting performance as he relishes in your reactions.

okay, it was funny the first time but now it’s getting old— but of course, varka gives you no time to say that, because he’s busy pulling you closer, and moving a hand to tug your shirt up, freeing your breasts to his gaze. his wide palm cups over one boob, thumb twisting your nipple teasingly.

“varka, i’m—“ you’re cut off by a yelp, your boyfriend’s palms squeezing at your waist as he stills his pace, seed spilling deep into you. your eyes roll back, and you swear you can feel him in your throat. his size is so much more noticeable when he’s not relentlessly pounding you into the mattress. “close,” you trail off mindlessly, cumming around his cock. you feel so, so warm.

and full.

The sound you make when he bites you goes straight to his core. It's impossible to remain unaffected by you, not under you like this.

His hands roam freely under your clothes, exploring your skin like a new continent. They move with a purpose, mapping out your every curve with reverent fingers. He pushes you down onto the bed, following closely after. His body lies against yours, pressing you into the bedding. One of his hands tangles itself in your hair, gently pulling your head to the side to get better access to your neck.

Albedo

He can barely contain himself. His tongue dances in your mouth like a flame dancing for air, his body trembling wherever he touches you. His hands move in tandem with his mouth, roaming up your sides with a carefulness that says he's scared you'll disappear at any given moment. He presses his body closer to yours, almost as if he's scared a single centimeter of space between bodies will send you away. Albedo's eyes are closed, lost in the sensation of your tongue against his. His breathing is deep and even — almost calming, like the sound of the ocean slowly washing up and down the shore.

He sighs against your mouth, his tongue sliding up against yours with a practiced ease. One of his arms snakes around your waist and draws you closer, pressing you against him until there is no space between your bodies whatsoever. Albedo's teeth nip at your lower lip. They skim across the tender flesh, tugging on it and drawing a soft little gasp from your mouth.

He smiles at that, then moves his mouth away from yours to press a trail of kisses and nips down your neck. He kisses at the bare skin there, his lips moving with the same reverence as his words, his breath warm and heavy against your skin.

"You taste so good."

Amber

Amber leans into you, her touch gentle as she holds your waist. Her eyes flutter shut, a whisper of breath brushing against your lips. Her body fits against you as if she was shaped to be there— perfectly, completely.

"Kiss me," she murmurs, her fingers tangling in your hair. "Please, please..." Amber inhales a sharp breath as your lips meet hers, and then she makes this quiet, soft noise as she melts against you. She pulls you closer, holding you as if you would disappear if she didn't keep you close to her.

Her hand against your cheek, fingers brushing your skin like light on water. She leans into the kiss, pressing against your body, all thoughts in her mind disappearing as she focuses only on you. Amber makes a soft noise, something like a sigh, as you run your fingers through her hair, and a shiver runs through her frame. She gently pulls on your hair, guiding your head to the side. She kisses along your jawline, down your neck, all the way to your collarbone. She pushes you until your back hits something behind you— a wall, a door, anything— and she traps you against it so that she can press against your body. Her hands are everywhere on you— on your shoulders, your waist, your hips, your back— as if she doesn't know which part of you to focus on. She mouths and nipped at your skin, leaving soft marks in her path. She pulls back for a moment, catching her breath, her eyes drinking in the sight of you. She's panting, and her hair's a mess from the way she's tugged at it and tugged at yours, and her lips are swollen from kissing you. She looks disheveled, but in all the best ways. Amber takes a step closer again, and she lets out a low exhale.

"More," she manages to gasp out as she grabs your wrists, pinning you against the wall.

Al-Haitham

His lips are like silk, his hands moving up your sides with a slow, almost reverent touch. He deepens the kiss and pushes you down into the soft sheets, trapping you beneath him with a slow, effortless smile.He moves his lips to your neck, sucking gently at your skin, leaving behind a trail of marks. He whispers against your flesh, his words soft in your ear.

“I adore you,” he rasps. “Look at you beneath me.” He runs his hands down your sides, fingers tracing over every inch of skin he can find. His touch burns like wildfire, and his kisses are as hot as embers. He nips at your skin as he kisses lower, his body moving against yours, his tongue flicking against the hollow of your collarbone. When he hears you say his name, something catches inside him. It’s almost like he’d been waiting to hear you say it, craving the sound of his own name from your lips. He pauses, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before he speaks, his voice a ragged murmur.

“Say it again,” he whispers against your skin. “Say my name again.”

"Al-Haitham..."

He shivers as the sound reaches his ears, his breath catching in his throat. He lets out a shaky inhale and he presses you closer, his hands running down your back. "Again," he whispers in your ear, his voice rough. The words come out as both a request and a plea, and he kisses your skin once more, his tongue tracing a damp line across your collarbone.

"Fuck, say it again."

Arlecchino

Arlecchino buries her face into your shoulder, pressing her face against the crook of your neck. She hums against your skin appreciatively, the vibrations from the sound of her voice shivering down your spine. Her lips brush over the skin of your nape lightly. If she were cat, she’d be purring right now. She’s content to simply hold you in her arms, and do nothing else. She runs her tounge over your neck and trails to your lips. Arlecchinos tongue slides over yours, hot and demanding. Her lips move against yours, biting and sucking in turns. She moans into the kiss, a low, throaty sound that vibrates against your mouth. One of her hands slides under your shirt, fingertips dancing across the skin of your stomach. She pulls you closer to her, her embrace possessive as she holds you tight against her body. “Mine,” she whispers again into your ear. One hand slides up to cradle your jaw, holding you in place with a firm grip. She pulls your head back, exposing your neck.

Arlecchino kisses down your exposed throat, lips brushing over your flesh reverently. She sucks again at the spot on your neck that makes you shiver, and hums appreciatively at the way you squirm against her.

“So sensitive,” she murmurs into your skin. Arlecchino kisses down your pulse point, lips tracing a path down to your collarbone. Her mouth latches onto the skin there, teeth scraping over your flesh.

Ayaka

She melts in your embrace. She lets out a trembling sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan as you pull her into your lap. When she feels your hands on her, they might as well be caressing her soul. Ayaka shifts, turning and wrapping her arms around you. She is shaking against you, almost desperate for you to feel her.

"Please," She whispers. "please… I need you…" Your presence is both intoxicating and addicting. Ayaka feels as if her head had taken on a drunken spin as she sits in your lap, held by your embrace. She lets out a whimper, burying her face in the crook of your neck. Her breath is shaky against your skin, her body trembling. Her mouth finds your skin, kissing and mouthing at it needily. Ayaka whimpers again, melting further into your lap. Her body goes boneless as she lets you kiss her, completely submitting to your touch. No other feeling in the world is more sublime than your lips on her skin.

She moans against you, mouth going slack. Her breathing turns to quiet, laboured pants as you kiss her. "Please," she mumbles, her voice almost pleading. "Please, don't stop…"

Ayato

His hand is at the front of your neck, fingers sliding back into your hair as he kisses you, drawing you close to him. He leans over you, his body pressing you to whatever surface is behind you, while his mouth devours yours over and over again. He nips and teases at your bottom lip, his teeth scraping along it before he soothes your mouth with the flick of his tongue against yours. Ayatos hands seem to be everywhere all at once. One moment they’re in your hair, the next he’s grasping your hips, his grip tight and firm, as if he’s desperate just to feel you. Then he’s pulling you closer, lifting you up so you’re sitting on his lap, and his hands are on your thighs, stroking over the skin there.

He kisses your cheek, down your jaw, and back up again, his lips seeking your skin, desperate to taste you. “You taste so sweet,” Ayato mutters against the skin of your throat. His lips are against your pulse, and he’s murmuring against your skin, his breathing already ragged. He presses the words into your skin as softly as his kisses, as warm as the heat of his body.

“Let me taste more of you.” One of his hands slides under the hem of your shirt, fingers pressing against your skin. He’s everywhere; in your hair, at your neck, trailing kisses over your shoulder, all the while he’s tugging at your shirt, desperate to undress you.

“I have to taste all of you,” he mutters, his voice hoarse and rough like sandpaper.

Baizhu

Baizhu’s arms encircle your waist like a snake coiling about its mate. A noise like a sigh of contentment bubbles in the back of his throat, lost in the sound of your kiss. His glasses threaten to slide off his face at the movement, and he pulls away for a brief moment as the glasses shift, only to be right back against you a heartbeat later. Baizhu is flush. His cheeks are like roses with a fever; he looks as if he’s about to melt beneath your touch.

A breathless gasp leaves his lips when you pull him in again, and his fingers curl in the fabric of your shirt. You can feel the heat of his skin against your own— he’s burning like a fever, his very touch the fire of desire.

“I’ve longed for this.” He’s breathless, every word a mere gasp against your lips. He’s been starved of your love, craving the touch of your hands like a man dying of thirst. It’s all he’s wanted. You, against him, drowning out all other noise in the world with the beating of his heart. “Too busy,” he admits, his words a breathless huff of air. His fingers are tangled in your shirt, pulling you closer with every fiber of his being. “I hate not being with you,” he confesses, a ragged edge to his voice, as if the words are being forced out of him against his will. “Hate it.” Every kiss is another desperate whisper, another admission lost amid the heat and tangle of lips. “I missed you.” The words are soft, spoken with the reverence of a prayer. “I need you, I want you.” He clings to you as if you’re his lifeline, as if he will drown without you being so close.

"You're gonna stay here, for as long as I want you to."

Barbara

Barbara's hands find your shoulders. They are trembling, her grip on you tighter than it ever has been before.

The whine that leaves her as you press her against the wall is desperate, wanton. Her body shakes against you; with you pinning her against the wall, it's as if all her strength and will have deserted her. Barbara has no choice but to submit to you entirely. The wall behind them is cold against her back as your body pins her against it. Her breath hitches in the back of her throat, coming out in soft, shaky gasps.

She can do nothing but whimper into the kiss as you press closer, her trembling fingers curling against your shoulders. "Please," Barbara breathes out, voice catching softly on the single word. She can feel herself growing hot, her knees weakening, struggling to keep her standing. Her hands cling to you like a vice, seeking out anything to anchor themselves against before she crumbles entirely. "I've got you..." you mumble against her parted lips. Barbara shudders at the sound of your voice - she can feel your lips brush hers as you speak. Every word sparks a fire in her, her breath coming out in quick, short gasps against your mouth.

"Y-You do, you've got-" Her words die on her tongue as she loses herself to sensation, to your touch. Barbara can taste you on her lips, can feel the heat of your body pressed up against hers, pinning her to the wall. She lets out a soft, breathless whimper, trying to focus; but it's difficult when you're so close, when the sound of your voice has her trembling even more than before.

"M-my love," she whispers against your skin. Her hands pull you closer against her, seeking out something, anything to ground her against this sensation.

Beidou

As she pushes you back onto the mattress, her lips press against yours firmly. Beidou lets out a quiet little whine into your mouth, a soft sound of need. She brings a hand up to cup your face, her touch tender and firm. You are trapped under her now, her body pinning you against the bed with strength that belies her appearance. She breaks the kiss and trails a line of kisses down your throat, her body shifting against yours. A quiet whimper falls from her lips as she peppers your skin with attention, her touch just the slightest bit desperate.

Her hands wander up your stomach, pushing the hem of your shirt up with them. Her touch is tender, like moonlight against your skin. She kisses a path down your chest, stopping for a moment to worship every inch of you she can reach. As she comes to the waistline of your pants, she stops, nuzzling your bare hip with her face, breathing in the scent of you like a woman possessed. When she looks up at you, her eyes are wide and dark, watching you like a predator watches its prey.

Her hand comes up to rest on your stomach, her touch almost teasing. "Can I?" She asks, her voice little more than a whisper as a rosy blush climbs up her cheeks. Your answer of yes is barely out of your mouth before her hands start to work at your pants, pulling them off your hips to reveal more of your body to her. Beidou is impatient, wanting to claim you in every way she can.

Bennett - aged up

He melts into you, his body soft and pliant, his mouth warm and welcoming under yours.

One hand finds its way to the small of your back, the other holding your face like you are the most fragile and beautiful object in the world. His breath is ragged, his skin blushing under your touch.With the slightest bit of pressure, he pulls you a step or so closer. He's so close now that he can feel your heart beat against his own. He lets you taste his lips, soft sighs stealing from him as you touch him. He flinches when his teeth snag your lip, breaking the kiss.

It takes a moment for him to gather his tongue, his eyes open wide. He touches your lip, an apology already on his lips. "Ah- I-" He swallows, his cheeks flushing.

"I didn’t mean to-" Before he can even finish his sentence, Bennett is bending to press a soft, barely-there kiss to the redness on your lip. Then another, and another. Each kiss more gentle than the last.

His hands come up to rest on your arms, holding you in place. "I'm sorry." He murmurs, the words whispered against your skin, his breath like steam rising in the winter cold. The tip of his nose touches your jaw, his hands running over your arms with a reverent sort of worship. "I didn't mean to- to bite you."

Capitano

He pins you against the nearest wall. His body is pressed up against yours, warm and firm and solid like an iron pillar. One arm curls around your waist, pinning your hips to his, keeping you flush against him. He kisses you like he's starving for it. He kisses you with the desperation of a drowning man gasping for air. One of his hands slides up under your clothes, pressing against the bare skin of your side. Even the touch of his fingers against you is like a brand, setting your flesh alight.

His other hand grabs at the collar of your shirt, yanking it down to leave your skin exposed for him to mark with his mouth. He kisses his way from your jaw to the crook of your neck, his breaths hot and his lips feverish. Capitano mouths at your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a red-purple bruise on your skin. It's like he's trying to mark you, leave a trail of hickeys up and down your throat like a claiming badge, for all the world to see.

He groans against you, his breath hot and heavy. He shoves his leg between yours, holding you firmly in place against him. He's grinding against you, his mouth never pausing in its assault on your neck, still marking you with deep hickeys and claiming you as his.

His hand, still under your shirt, finds a way around the front and up to your chest. His thumb brushes against a nipple, flicking over it teasingly. He's almost panting, breaths harsh and heavy against your skin. It feels like his whole body is thrumming with electric energy just from you, from the way his hands are sliding against you and the way you're pressed against him.

"Only mine," he growls against your skin. "You're mine. All mine. You understand?"

Candace

Her fingers reach up and touch your face, gently, reverently. They touch the curve of your lips, as if tracing your smile. Then, with a breath, she kisses you. Her touch is soft, gentle as a feather, tender and loving. Her mouth moves against yours, the touch light as the caress of silk, the slide of a flower petal. Candace savours the way you taste against her lips. She is gentle, slow. Her kiss only deepens as she lets out a sigh against your mouth. Her hands find your waist as she pulls you closer, shifting so that her body is against yours. Her hair is wild, unbound, glowing like moonlight against the night sky. She is soft, warm, safe. Everything you want her to be.

With a soft moan, Candace breaks away, eyes fluttering open. Her eyes are glazed, unfocused. Her breath is heavy, warm against your skin. Candace opens her mouth to speak, her voice a whisper. "I—" She falters. For once, her mind seems to be utterly empty. The words die in her throat, and she swallows hard, searching for them.

"You—" she tries again, only to fumble over herself once more. Every one of your touches, every glance, every word spoken against her skin— it is as if you are a drug that has taken over her mind.

"I love you."

Charlotte

Charlotte trembles as you run your fingers through her hair. You can see her eyelashes flutter against her high cheekbones. She can't help but lean into your touch, her shoulders rising and falling more rapidly as you caress her. "Ah…"

That one little exhale is all she lets out before biting down on her lower lip, trapping the noise that almost came out with it. Her face is a little pink, flustered under your touch. Charlottes breath stutters as she feels your lips against hers again. It steals the air from her lungs, her whole body growing warm at the feeling of your kiss. She kisses you back, leaning in towards you as her eyes fall closed, her eyelashes resting feather-light against her flushed cheeks. Her hands itch to touch you; to feel your skin against her own. Charlotte isn't even thinking anymore at this point— she's acting on instinct alone. She wants to be closer to you, to feel your body against hers; to feel the heat of you on her skin.

She deepens the kiss, her tongue gliding against yours in a way that makes her shudder. A soft, barely detectable noise escapes her at the contact. Her tongue slips past yours with a need that surprises even her— the kiss growing suddenly hungrier, more desperate. Her hands find your waist, her fingers clutching at your skin as if she's drowning and you're her lifeline. Charlotte breaks the kiss, her breathing ragged and chest heaving. Her breaths come in sharp gasps, her lips flushed and slightly bruised from the contact. It's like she's been drowning and you're the first gulp of air.

She's so close to you now that you can feel the heat of her body against your own, the way her heart is pounding against her ribs.

"Archons-! Air seems so precious now-!"

Chevreuse

Chevreuse is desperate. She's pressed up against a wall in a dark, secluded alley in Fontaine. You're the one pressed against her, kissing her, pinning her to the wall, and it steals whatever thoughts she'd had right out of her mind.

She pulls you closer against her, wrapping her arms around waist like she's starving for some invisible, intangible thing. Her heart is a fluttering thing— delicate and quick. Chevreuse doesn't feel like a person in this moment. Her skin tingles everywhere you touch as if she's been struck by lightning, and her mind is a hazy, lustful place. She moans against you, pressing even closer so that there's not even an inch of air left between you. Her hands clutch onto the back of your shirt.

Chevreuse lets out a small, soft gasp as you pull away, blinking as if she's been suddenly woken. "Salty..." you mumble. She's breathless, her cheeks flushed pink, as she asks "Salty?" her voice is little more than a breathless whisper. "You taste salty." Chevreuse's mind takes a moment to catch up. You're saying she tastes salty?!

Her first reaction is a small noise, somewhere between a whimper and gasp, but her gaze flickers down to your lips and she realizes exactly what you meant by salty.

She blushes, and averts her eyes. "O-oh…" she murmurs, feeling a little embarrassed.

"It's the food I constantly snack on..."

Child (idk why the e is missing folks)

Childe pushes against you, his slender frame trembling against your body. He kisses your jawline, his lips skimming your skin in a desperate attempt to feel more of you, more of your heat. His hands are on your hips, his fingers gripping the fabric of your clothes. He can't get close enough. He needs you closer, tighter, closer.

With strong hands, Chile hoists you up onto the table, his eyes never leaving yours. He positions himself between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs to maintain his balance. He leans in close, his breath warm against your skin, and for a moment, he just breathes you in. One of his hands comes up and cups the side of your face, gently tracing the line of your jaw. His thumb grazes your cheek, drawing small, affectionate circles against your flesh. 

"You're mine," he whispers, the words barely more than a breath against your skin, and then Childe is kissing you again. The kiss is hungry, desperate, as if he is drowning and you are air. His teeth nip at your bottom lip, his tongue darting out for a taste, taking the chance to deepen the kiss when given.  

One of Childe's hands slips under your shirt, tracing the sensitive skin of your stomach with a feather-soft touch. He moves to press his lips to your neck, his tongue flicking out to taste your bare flesh. He sucks at your pulse, biting the skin just enough to mark you as his.

He wants you to remember this. He wants you to remember him, to remember that you belong to him.

Chiori (had to add her in cause she disappeared?? Sry she's not green lol)

Her lips are soft against yours, but the kiss is anything but. She kisses you with a ferociousness that surprises even her. She bites down on your lower lip, a quiet sound of desire slipping from her throat as your tongue slides over hers. She moves, shifting closer to you, pushing you against the nearest wall. "Meanie..." you mumble into the kiss as your back hits the wall not so softly. Chiori lets out a low laugh, moving closer until her body is pressed against yours. Her fingers slide around your wrists, pinning your hands against the wall on either of your head, effectively trapping you. Her smile is sharp, but her voice is low.

"You tease me, first, and I'm the mean one?" She murmurs. She leans in further, until her lips are barely a breath away. "Or do you like when I get like this?" She almost purrs against you, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of desire and challenge. Her teeth scrape against the side of your neck, leaving a trail of hot breath behind. Chioris grip on your wrists tightens, her voice a low growl as she leans closer.

"Answer me, darling," she murmurs against your skin. "Do you like it?" "Shut up-!"

Chiori lets out a quiet huff. Her fingers loosen against your wrists, though she doesn't release your arms; not yet. There's a certain look in her eyes. "Are you giving me orders?" She says, her voice still low. She smirks. "You know better than that." She leans in and mouths against your neck, and her voice drops an octave.

"Brats shouldn't be talking back."

Chongyun - aged up

Chongyun's mind is utterly blank. His thoughts melt like wax in a fire, burning around him and falling from his brain like droplets of rain. He's never kissed anyone before. He's never felt this way before.

And— as your lips meet his— he doesn't know what to do. Chongyun is perfectly still for a moment, overwhelmed at the pure bliss of your touch, before he begins to follow the push and pull of your mouth against his. The kiss is messy. And clumsy. And absolutely perfect.

Chongyun's hands find their way into your hair, twisting themselves among the strands as he tries to pull you closer. He's utterly inexperienced at this, but in his mind, there is nothing in the world that matters except the feeling of your body against his.

"Doing good." "I am?" His words are breathless, like a leaf caught in a gale. His chest is heaving and his entire body is shaking— but in that moment he has never felt so alive. "I'm doing good?" He repeats the question, hoping that you'll reassure him. His hands are still buried in your hair, holding you to him. The contact is almost as if he is trying to anchor himself to you.

"Mhm.""Can we-" His voice catches in his throat. "Can we keep going?" The way he says it, so sweetly and gently, makes him sound so very vulnerable.

He just wants this moment to last forever. "Kf course we can."

Clorinde

Clorinde lips part in a slow exhale as her tongue slowly, gently slides inside your mouth. She pulls closer, and her hands come up to grip your waist, tugging you flush against her body. Her eyes flutter shut as she presses against you, body humming as she tastes you. Her hands slide to the small of your back, and she moans softly into the kiss.

Clorinde is all hands and heat, grabbing and pressing and pulling you closer. She doesn't want even an inch of air between the two of you— she desperately wants the feeling of your body against hers. Her hands slide up your back, running across your skin to pull you deeper into her.

She kisses you with an almost sinful fervor, completely surrendering herself to the heat of the moment. Clorinde is drowning in a wave of sensation. Clorinde grins into the kiss when you make a noise, and she immediately responds by biting your lip. Her tongue slides along the same spot, soothing the sting as her grip on your waist tightens.

She tilts her head to deepen the kiss, lips molding against yours and body flush against your own. Every movement is deliberate, calculated to wring out another gasp from you and another moan from her. Her body presses against yours as she kisses you again, pushing you back against the nearest wall. Your bodies press together like fitted puzzle pieces, molding and sliding in all the right ways. Clorinde groans, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates against your lips.

Her hands slide from your waist to your hips, nails raking against your skin. Her teeth sink into your lower lip and tug.

Collei - aged up

The moment your lips touch, it's as if Collei has been thrown into a world of sensation. She gasps softly, closing her eyes and leaning into you.

Her hands, shaky and trembling, come to rest on your shoulders and hold on to you as if you were a lifeline. Her grip is firm but gentle, her touch so light it's as if she fears you might disappear under her hands. Her lips are warm and soft against yours, tasting of summer rain and something faintly sweet. She makes the softest noise in her throat when you move against her and she seems to shudder under your touch, hands squeezing your shoulders.

She wants to pull you closer. She aches for it, aches for you to hold her tighter, feel you against her heart. However, the mere thought of such a thing makes her blush, and she's far too shy for such boldness. "You're so cute." a smirk plays on your lips as you mumble against her lips. Colleis face flushes an even deeper shade of red as you speak. She feels like she might burn up under her skin. The praise settles in her like a warm stone, leaving her feeling almost heady, breathless.

She buries her face against your shoulder. "Am I?" She whispers, almost as if it's a secret.

"Mhm." A sigh, soft and shaky.

She can't deny the praise when you're so close to her. Collei leans a little closer into you, seeking the warmth of you and your praise. "And you are…" Her voice is soft, quieter still because she's almost afraid of the effect you have on her. She can feel the heat in the tips of her ears; her whole being is burning up, the feeling spreading under her skin like wildfire.. "...so beautiful."

Columbina

Her lips move against yours like waves upon a beach, her tongue gently slipping into your mouth as a soft moan escapes her lips.

Her hands find their way to your hips; her grip is tight, almost desperate, fingers digging into your skin as she pulls you closer to her. Her laugh is sweet as honey against your mouth.

Columbina kisses you deeper. The heat of her tongue against yours is a warm, almost dizzying feeling, and she pulls you down into her lap. Her hand cups the back of your neck, slender fingers weaving into your hair, holding you close. Her lips move from your mouth to your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses along your skin. Her warm breath fans against your neck as she buries her face there, nuzzling against your pulse with something like reverence.

"You're mine," she whispers, voice soft on the edge of a sigh. Her arms wrap a little tighter around your waist. "Only mine." Her tongue teases along the crook of your shoulder, teeth gently scraping over skin, leaving pale red marks in their wake.

"Only I can see you like this, love you like this," she mutters, the words against your ear.

Columbina's hips shift beneath you; you can feel the heat of her body through her clothes against yours. She hums in approval as your body presses into hers, her mouth finding its way back to yours. Her kiss is soft, sweet and almost aching with need. She leans up, drawing you flush against her.

Her legs shift, the knee nearest you gently but purposefully nudging between yours.

Cyno

He growls as he pushes you back and pins you against the bed, all the while kissing you with a possessiveness that matches the burning in his chest. He wants to dominate, to lay claim to you. He wants to worship and take you like a man possessed. He wants all of you, wants you to let him own you. His body is taut as a bowstring. Cyno has you where he wants you, under him like this, and he has no intention of letting you go. One knee rests between your legs, his weight pinning you to the mattress as his mouth finds your neck.

He's going to mark you, claim you in such a way that no one else can lay their eyes on you without knowing who you belong to.

"Mm-!" you can't hold back the soft hum that leaves your throat. Cyno's tongue teases over the sensitive spot of your neck with a pressure that makes your blood rise.

His lips curve into a smile as he feels you react, a soft little moan escaping you. "That's it," he murmurs, voice low and rough. "Let me hear you." He kisses your skin, then bites down, intending to leave a mark behind. His tongue soothes the skin that he'd bitten, the hot, damp flat of it skimming over the sensitive spot in a way that makes you shiver.

"Does that feel good?" he asks, but the tone of his voice tells you it's a redundant question; of course it feels good. Everything he does makes you feel good— he's just enjoying hearing you react. His mouth finds your ear as he speaks, "I want to hear you scream my name."

Dainsleif

Dainsleif presses his body close into yours, his hands resting on either side of your face. He kisses you hungrily, as if this is the only thing he's ever needed to survive. He takes the lead, his tongue brushing against yours, his lips pressing against yours again and again and again. He needs you, like a flower needs the sun or a bird needs the air. Dainsleif pushes you back against some sort of surface— anything so he can pin you against it. He presses into you, his chest hard against your own, a need in him to be as close to you as possible. His hands fall from your face, roaming over your body instead, needing to touch anywhere he can reach to assure himself that you're real.

With a soft grunt, Dainsleif moves to press his lips against your neck. His hand slides under your shirt, resting against the bare skin of your stomach, warm as a sunlit stone. He sucks and nips at your skin, his mind almost fogged over as he worships every inch of you.

He doesn't lift his head to look at you, too lost in your neck to bother focusing on anything else as you called his name. He runs his tongue across your skin, then he murmurs your name, more a breath than a word.

And then he sinks his teeth into the crook of your shoulder. He needs to mark you, to make sure everyone knows you're his alone.

Dehya

Her tanned fingers trace along your arm, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Her touch is like ice, cold but not unpleasant. You can feel her press herself closer, her breathing slow as she buries her face into the crook of your shoulder.

She murmurs your name, the syllables falling from her lips reverently. Dehya's fingers grip your arm, her chest brushing against yours. You can see her breathing speed up, every exhale coming faster than the last. Her face turns slightly to bury her nose into your neck, and you can feel her breath on your skin as she inhales.

"Your smell…" she whispers against your neck. "Gods, you smell so good…" It starts slowly at first, her lips like velvet against your skin. It's just a gentle caress, a tentative brush of her mouth against yours, but soon she's pressing against you with more intensity. It's as though Dehya can't help herself, like your touch drives her to insanity.

She breaks the kiss to catch her breath, but only for a moment. Then her mouth is on yours again, biting and claiming. She pushes you back, pinning you to the nearest surface as her mouth wanders over your skin. She kisses a path down your throat and down your collarbone, leaving bite marks behind. Dehya's breaths become more and more ragged, until you can hear a soft moan escape her mouth. She moves back up to you, finding your mouth and taking advantage of it, her tongue slipping in between your lips with a desperate urgency.

Diluc

He kisses you with a desperate passion, his arms tight around your waist pulling you flush against him. He keeps his eyes shut, lips moving against yours urgently. His body trembles in your grasp, fingers grasping a little too tightly at your clothes. Each time footsteps sound from the hallway, he stiffens a little, his lips faltering and his body tense.

Diluc breaks off the kiss and buries his head into the crook of your neck, his breath quick and hot against your skin. His shoulders stiffen as their voices and footsteps come closer to your hiding place. His hands grip a little tighter at your shirt, fingers twisting in the fabric and crumpling it. He presses his body flush against yours, his face buried in your neck. His breath is shaky, each exhale hot against your skin. The maids chat amongst themselves as they pass by, unaware of the pair hiding in the corner. Diluc stays utterly still, his body rigid, his breathing shallow, like a deer hiding from a hunter. With each moment their voices fade, his body relaxes little by little until he's fully sagged against you, head still tucked into the crook of your neck.

"Gonna fucking fire them if they don't move their asses." he growls.

Dottore

He kisses you with a fierce sort of fervor, biting and pulling at your lip. His hands are on you, holding you tight, fingers digging into your skin as he holds you there. He wants you close. He wants you his. His tongue flickers against your lip, trying desperately to get more of you, as if he's trying to memorize the flavor that is your kiss. His teeth nip at the inside of your mouth, making you gasp, and he uses the opportunity to slide his tongue further, tasting you like a starving man. The taste of iron on his tongue has Dottore's mind spinning. He greedily sucks at your tongue, taking everything you give him and wanting more. His grip on you tightens, nails digging into your flesh. He tastes you, he takes and he takes and he wants.

"Gods," he mumbles against your lips once he finally pulls back, panting and breathless. His voice sounds ragged, barely more than a low, gravelly whisper. "I want to taste more."

One of his hands is in your hair, gripping so tight it's on the verge of being painful, while the other is on your hip, pulling you against him. He wants every inch of you pressed against him, skin against skin, his body seeking yours. He is desperate for you.

"Please," he whispers. The single word sounds like a prayer. "I need to taste the rest of you." "You're just gonna draw more blood like a vampire." "True."

Eula

Eula melts when you take a seat in her lap, her arms wrapping around you. Her lips are warm, her breath hot when she parts them for you, pressing herself up against you.

She cannot get enough of you, the feeling of your skin against her own, the taste of your lips. She shivers, letting out a soft moan against your mouth, arching closer. Her hands come to rest on your hips, gripping them tight as she pulls you against herself. Her tongue brushes your lower lip, slipping into your mouth when you open it, tasting you, exploring. She groans when she shifts against you, her thigh pressing up against your own. Her hands find their way up your body, tracing over your skin with a reverent touch. Her fingers slide up your back, over your shoulders, running up the sides of your neck. Her touch is light, yet it somehow feels like a brand, marking you as hers forever. She's panting when she pulls back for air, her voice coming in a rough murmur.

"My love," she whispers, still close to your mouth. She doesn't move her arms from around you, holding on tight, pressing her forehead against yours, drinking in the very sight of you. "I love you," she gasps out, leaning into you.

She buries her face in the crook of your neck, burying her nose in your hair. She inhales deeply, taking in your scent, taking in you.

Faruzan

Her cheeks are flushed a light pink as you two kiss, and for a moment she can't bring herself to say anything. She presses close against you, her tongue darting into your mouth as she leans into the kiss. There's a hunger in her movements. It's as if she can't get enough; her hands clutch at your clothes, desperate to bring you closer, to be as close to you as possible.

She lets out a quiet gasp against your lips. "Please."

The word is gasped against your lips, a plea to continue. A plea to let her stay like this, to keep touching her, keep kissing her. She's been alone for so long. For so long

For as long as she can remember. She hasn't felt like this in so many years. She can barely think. Her skin is flush, her body burning hot wherever it's pressed against yours. Faruzan lets out another soft moan, pressing closer against you.

"Please," she gasps in a soft whisper against your lips, "don't stop. Please. I—" She stops herself, and swallows the words before they can come out. A soft, almost whimper-like moan escapes Faruzans lips as you kiss her again, her body going soft under your touch. She can't think, she can't focus, her mind is a blur of thoughts and the feel of your mouth on hers. In a quick, almost desperate movement, she pulls you against her, pressing her body against yours. Her head tilts forwards, and she deepens the kiss, her tongue slipping past your lips. There’s a desperation in her movements, a need, a desire to have you as close to her as possible. She lets out another quiet gasp against your lips.

Fischl - aged up

Fischl gasps softly at the feel of your lips on hers. She melts into you, her body practically trembling at the sensation of your touch. "I-" she starts to say, but then you're kissing her again, and all she can do is make a soft sound into your mouth. After a moment, Fischl is grasping at the front of your shirt, clutching it until her knuckles are white like bone from grasping so tightly.

"I-" she tries to speak again, but then your tongue is in her mouth and what comes out is a desperate whimper instead. She can't think straight. Her entire world has been reduced to the feeling of your body against hers, your tongue on hers. Fischl can’t seem to get enough of you, can't get you close enough. She tugs you forward by your shirt, practically pulling you against her as she leans back against a wall. Her head tilts back, exposing the sensitive skin of her neck as her breathing turns shallow. When the two of you finally pull away to breathe, she whimpers.

Your lips are swollen and bruised from the intensity of the kiss, and Fischl is panting like she’d just run a mile for you. Fischl leans into the touch, her eyes slipping shut as her breath leaves her in a heavy exhale. Her hair is silken against your fingers, as smooth as the finest silk.

"...More," she whispers, her voice little more than a breathless gasp against your lips.

Freminet

Freminet lying in the sand, your body wrapped around his. It's late at night, and the ocean is a deep, midnight blue. The stars are glimmering above like a thousand diamonds hung against the sky. Your skin against his lips makes him shiver, and his hands move to hold your hips, bringing you closer to him. He pulls you into the crook of his arm.

He breaks away from the kiss for a moment, breathing heavily. His skin is aflame, like he's been struck by lightning. His free hand reaches up to grasp your face, fingers trembling against your skin. His eyes are dark, almost completely black with how wide his pupils have become. He speaks before he can help it, his voice barely more than a whisper:

"By the Archons, I'm in love with you."

He pulls you closer, his body heat burning against your own. His body aches to touch you more. He sits up, pulling you into his lap. One of his hands cradles the back of your waist, the other still grasping your chin. He kisses you again, fiercely, his lips devouring you with need.

A soft moan escapes his lips as he kisses you. It's quiet, but it reverberates through his chest in a way that gives the impression he was holding it in. As if your lips on his are exactly what he needed. He buries his face in your neck, his lips pressing against your sweet skin. He sucks at your collarbone, the feeling of you between his lips making his mind go blank. When he speaks, his voice is guttural, raw and desperate.

"I love you. Gods, I love you," he says again, as if the words are escaping him, as if all he can think about when you're in his arms is the feel of your skin, your lips, your body against his.

Furina

Furina's tea has cooled to lukewarm, but she's far more interested in your touch. She straddles you on the couch, her heart pounding as if it will burst through her ribs. She presses her body against yours, burying her face in the crook of your neck. She leaves kisses along your pulse, breathless and desperate. Your fingers trail through her hair, and she moans into your skin. Her hands clutch at your clothes, pulling you ever closer, her voice a whisper against your flesh.

"I need you," she says, voice cracking with desire. "Your tea, Fufu." You softly remind her. She shakes her head. "I don't care about the tea." Furina captures your mouth in a kiss, desperate and needy, her body pressing against yours as if she wants to meld with you. Furina can feel your heart beating against her own; she can feel you, feel it all, and she wants nothing more than you.

Her kisses are hungry, her hands pulling you closer, desperate to feel every part of you. One of your hands finds her waist and settles there, thumb rubbing circles against her side. She groans at your touch, her own hands finding purchase on the back of your neck, holding on to you like a lifeline. "Easy girl, take it slow." Furina is anything but easy. She moans against your skin, her body shuddering and pressing closer.

"Don't tell me to be easy," she growls, biting down on your neck.

Ga Ming - aged up

As your bodies intertwined in the dark, Ga Ming loses himself in your touch. The feel of your skin on his, your fingers in his hair, your lips on his are enough to make him gasp against your mouth. His lips leave your mouth to kiss across your jawline, trailing kisses down the side of your neck. His breath hitches as he kisses below your jaw, hands roving over the expanse of exposed skin they can reach. Ga Ming buries a moan in your skin, his body reacting to the curse. He nips at your throat, teeth digging in just a little rougher than he had before, his hand grasping at your waist a little firmer.

"You feel so good," he whispers, the words barely more than a vibration against your skin. He kisses your body like a worshiper. He pulls you closer, pressing himself flush against your body, shuddering against your skin when you move under his touch. He continues to leave a mess of hickeys along your neck, the sounds of his lips against your skin and the quiet, hitching gasps his touches pull from your lips filling the dark.

One of his hands moves over your body, exploring every exposed piece of flesh he can reach, mapping you with his fingers. As Ga Ming kisses you soundly, he pushes your body down against the sheets, straddling your waist and bracing a hand to the side of your head.

He draws in a shuddering breath between kisses, his tongue slipping through the gap in your lips when you part them.

Ganyu

Ganyu lets out a startled gasp when you pull her into your arms, the sound quickly devolving into a soft whine of pleasure. She melts when you press her up against a tree in the middle of the clearing, a faint shiver running up her spine as your bodies press together. Her lips are desperate when they meet yours, needy. She whimpers your name against your mouth as she clings to you like a leaf in the wind. Her fingers clutch at your clothes, trying desperately to pull you even closer. Every bit of her is shuddering, begging for more of you.

Her knees are weak, and she would have collapsed to the ground if it weren't for your body pinning hers against the trunk of the tree. Her breath comes in unsteady puffs against your skin, her mind blank of everything but the sound of your heartbeat. Ganyu lets out a whimper when you run your tongue against her.

She shudders and clings to you tighter, practically melting in your arms as her head falls back with a quiet moan. Her eyes flutter closed, and she seems to give herself to you completely, submitting to your every touch. Her heartbeat is racing, her breath is coming in quick, small gasps, and she is utterly lost in the sensation of your body against hers. Your every touch is sending sparks through her, stoking the fire in her gut until her entire body is aflame.

Gorou

Gorou seems more energetic when he's pressed up against you, his skin against yours. Even his tail is moving more than usual, flicking and swirling in a haphazard manner. One of his hands is pressed hard against your hip. "Eager?" Gorou's face is slightly flushed, his breath coming in short puffs as he tries to regain his composure. He nods a little too vigorously. "Yes," he answers, a shiver going through him, "Very eager." He's pressing against you even more now, the heat he emits warming your body. He has you up against the wall, trapping your body between his arms. His breathing has become more ragged, even his tail continuing its wild movements. A low groan escapes his mouth as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes. He is trying his best to not completely crumble, but each moment his control is growing more strained.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he mumbles. "No idea at all." He pulls you close in one swift movement, his arms winding around your body possessively. He practically buries his face in your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

"I want you." He whispers, and he doesn't even try to hide the desperation in his voice.

Hu Tao

Your back is pushed against a tree, Hu Tao's body pressed against you and her knee between your legs. Her breath is hot against your ear, her voice a honeyed whisper.

"You are mine." She murmurs, nipping gently at your ear. "Aren't you?" You nod. There's a low, pleased chuckle that comes from Hu Tao as your head nods. Her hands find their way to your sides, sliding under your shirt to touch your skin with reverent fingers. "Say it." her voice is demanding and loving, leaving no room to deny her. "Say you're mine." Her teeth sink into your neck with a possessiveness that leaves marks. You can feel her smiling against your flesh as she sucks dark bruises into your skin.

She draws back a little, just enough to look at you, to stare at the place between your neck and shoulder that's now beginning to stain red. "Answer me." "Yours-!" You blurt out. A satisfied hum rumbles in her throat as she hears those words fall from your lips. Her knee grinds lightly against you, drawing a low gasp from you as it puts pressure just there.

"Damn right." She mutters, her mouth going to your neck again, marking you in bruise after bruise like a canvas dappled in paint. Her hands on you are feverish, leaving behind trails of scorching heat in their wake. She nips and kisses a trail along your neck, her lips leaving behind marks just as much as her teeth.

"You're mine, " Hu Tao whispers against your skin like a prayer, "Till the day that i put you into the ground....wait...no that came off very wrong."

Jean

Jean falters for a moment as the two of you separate, the faintest sound of surprise and reluctance leaving her lips. Her breath is ragged, a few strands of hair sticking to her sweaty brow. And yet, there’s a strange… vulnerability in her eyes, as she struggles to keep them open to look at you. “You…” She begins, words soft and breathless. “… I feel so tired.”

"We can stop if you wa-" “No, I—“ Jean tries to protest, shaking her head. But her words are cut off by the most ungainly yawn that she’s produced in quite a while. She looks mortified for a moment, cheeks flushing pink as she attempts to hide her face behind her hand.

“I don’t want to,” she protests, but it sounds weak even to her own ears. “I don’t want to stop…” Jean kisses you eagerly, her own lips parting as she melts into the embrace. But it’s only a matter of moments before she’s yawning again, eyes fluttering tiredly as she pulls away. She looks embarrassed, almost sheepish as she tries to apologize. “I— I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s happening—“ "You're tired." You reason with her. “Obviously,” Jean grumbles, embarrassed at how apparent it is that she can barely keep her eyes open.

The urge to pull you back towards her is strong, but even stronger is the exhaustion that tugs at her eyes, begging her to drift off. Jean looks away, biting her bottom lip. The thought of going to sleep right now irks her, but she’s rapidly losing the ability to keep herself awake at this point.

“I… I don’t want to sleep.” She admits quietly; but even her own protest sounds half-hearted. “Just a few minutes,” she mutters reluctantly, her voice even quieter this time.

She’s fighting a losing battle, her eyelids drooping more and more with each passing moment. Her breathing grows heavier too, as her head starts to list to the side, like a wilting flower.

Heizou

A low growl escapes from Heizou's throat as he leans against you, pressing you down on the table. His fingers fumble with the buttons on your shirt, trying to undo them with his shaky hands. He's eager, wanting more— he's desperate for the feeling of you against him.

"Wait wait wait-!" you intervene. "Why?" He groans against your neck. His lips are against your skin, leaving a trail of burning kisses against your flesh as he slowly moves downwards. He's so close to you, his hands roaming across your body, mapping your skin like a canvas waiting to be painted. "Let me... please you," he says, voice strained. A small smirk twitches up the corners of Heizoz's lips. "Is it that much of a problem, darling?"

He moves his hand down from your shirt, tracing along your side, his fingers gentle but clearly itching to do more. He runs his thumb along the waistband of your pants. "We're alone here, aren't we?" "For now-!" you almost snap in panic. "For now," Heizou echos, his smirk deepening. He leans down, lips at the curve of your neck. His tongue traces a line to your ear, where he nips you lightly.

He whispers in your ear, "We'd better be quick, then."

Itto

Itto whines softly as he pulls your body against his, his mouth hot and eager against yours. He'd give up breathing, if it meant one more second with you. "Fuck," he breathes between kisses. His hand finds the back of your neck, gently tugging you closer to him. "You're perfect. Utterly perfect." Itto's hips roll against yours, a small whimper falling from his kiss-bruised lips. He's utterly overwhelmed by your presence. Your touch, your taste, your scent... it's all he can think about.

"You taste like a good" he gasps into the kiss. "Like Miso Soup." "You heard me," Itto whispers into your ear. "Good soup." He rolls his hips against yours again, another small moan slipping from him. He's flushed, lips parted, breathing heavy.

"I think you were made for me," he says, gently nipping your earlobe. Itto's hand gently grips your hip as he kisses a line down your throat. "Mm... You feel like one, too," he says, his voice low as he feels your folds, "Wet."

Kazuha

Kazuha melts at your touch, his body pressing against yours blissfully. His tongue brushes your lip as you kiss, his hands gently caressing your skin as if he is afraid to hurt you. Like this, he’s entirely at your mercy. He’s pliable, obedient, your plaything. The way his body responds to a moment with you is divine. "You're so soft," he whispers when you catch a breath, nuzzling his face against your cheek. He pulls you closer, his chest against your chest.

"You're perfect. You're beautiful," he murmurs. Kazuha's lips against your skin feel like fire, his tongue leaving a trail of heat down your throat. Your skin feels like a drug where he kisses it. His lips press against the side of your neck, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear. “You make my heart race.” He says, his voice as soft as flower petals. He worships you with every inch of his body. Kazuha is overwhelmed; your very presence is making his head spin. He buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. For a moment, it makes him dizzy— breathing in the smell of you.

“I love you,” he mumbles. One hand wraps around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. He can feel you against him, the gentle curve of your body perfectly fitting against his. You’re all he can think about. Your smell, the feel of your skin under his hands. You take over every sense at once. Kazuha can taste you on his tongue, he can feel you against his chest. Even if he closed his eyes, he would still know you were there.

“You are a dream,” he whispers against your ear. His hands roam your body in admiration. Every one of his senses is on edge. “You have to be a dream.”

Kaeya

Kaeya's hands move to your hips, grasping so strongly on your skin that you can feel the faint tremors in his hands as he holds back. His lips push against yours, pressing firmly but gently, as if he is holding back. He breaks the kiss only to pant against your lips, a quiet whimper in the back of his throat. Kaeya is pressing you against his desk, his breath warm as his mouth moves to your neck, trailing kisses against the skin like a prayer. Your presence drives him breathless, your very touch like rapture upon his tortured soul.

"Stop-!" Immediately, Kaeya freezes in his movement, a frown upon his face as he lifts his head from your neck. "What's wrong?" His voice is a quiet murmur, his eyes searching your face for a sign of what brought you to halt him. He hears the footsteps, but they barely register in his mind. For a moment, Kaeya is frozen, torn between the person approaching and the one in his arms. For a moment, he doesn't care that someone may see them.

He continues kissing against your skin, his body moving to press you back into the desk. Kaeya is lost in the moment, his focus only on you. The sound of footsteps becomes little more than white noise, a buzz in the back of his mind as he continues to kiss your neck.

His tongue against your skin, his hands in your hair, pinning you between him and the desk... he doesn't even hear when the door to his office opens.

Kaveh

Kaveh's breaths are ragged, chest heaving like an avalanche as a stream of soft gasps and whimpers tear themselves from his throat. His hands move across your body, touching you as one might touch a holy artefact. His eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown wide by bliss.

"Yours," he moans as he presses another kiss to your skin. "I'm yours. Always yours, forever yours." "Whats gotten into you today?" You chuckle against his lips. Kaveh shivers at the sound of your voice, as if your words themselves are enough to send a shiver down his spine. His lips find the shell of your ear as he leans in, breath hot on your neck.

"Nothing," he murmurs, his words half-lost in a shudder of ecstasy. "I just…" His hands tighten on your waist; his heart races as if it might burst. "I need you," he whispers, voice trembling with desire. He lets his head fall against your shoulder, a sound somewhere between a curse and a plea spilling from his mouth. He kisses your neck, tongue tasting your skin as his fingers dig into your flesh.

"I need you," he repeats, voice growing more urgent. "You, you, you." He kisses a trail from your collarbone to the juncture of your shoulder, biting and sucking at your skin as if he means to mark you.

Keqing

Keqing lets out a soft sigh as her lips meet yours. Her eyes flutter close as the world around her melts away. There is only the taste of you and the softness of her own skin against yours. Her hands find your waist and she pulls herself closer until every point where your bodies touch meets, like puzzle pieces falling into place. She feels breathless and heady, and she never wants to leave. One of Keqings hands finds it's way to your jaw, holding your face gently. Her thumb runs over your cheek, skin on skin, feeling the soft lines, the planes and contours beneath her touch.

She presses her body closer, desperate to feel you against her, to know that you are here, real and solid and perfect. She feels so soft and vulnerable but here, with you, she doesn't mind. "You... you feel so good," she whispers against your lips, so close that her voice barely stirs the air between you. Her eyes blink open for a moment as she looks at you, taking all of you in, before her eyelids flutter close again.

She is breathless, like you've taken her air and stored it inside of you. She presses her lips to yours over and over, wanting for this moment to never end. "Please," she whispers, breathless, her hands gripping at your clothes, pulling herself closer and closer, wanting desperately to bury herself in you. She wants to wrap herself in every part of you, to let you take over her body and mind until her whole world is you, you, you.

"More..."

Kinich

Kinich can't help but grin against your skin as the tips of his fingers ghost over your sides, light and quick against your sensitive spots. He laughs as you twist and wriggle against him, your voice a delightful source of music as you half-laugh, half-complain. He moves closer yet, boxing you in against the trunk of the tree, his fingers moving to play at the sensitive skin along your thighs. "Ticklish?" he murmurs, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his hands roam slowly over your body.

"Or are you just trying to play coy with me, sunshine." Kinich's nose scrapes over your collarbone, tracing the slender lines of bone and muscle. His hands push against your thighs, gently spreading them apart so he can press closer to you. Konich kisses you slow and deep. There is a hunger in the way he moves against you, the heat of it making your toes curl and burning its way down your spine. He moans against your lips, a desperate, aching sound that speaks of an intense need you can sense rolling off him in waves.

"You sound pathetic." Ajaw interrupts. "Ajaw-!" "The almighty!"

Kirara

Kirara, after a long day at work, slumps backwards onto the bed. She's tired and sore, just wants to pass out and curl into your warm embrace. She shuts her eyes and lets her body sink into the sheets, feeling the cool cotton against her skin. She sighs softly, allowing the tension in her muscles to slowly fade and a smile to spread across her lips. Kirara hums softly at the kiss, her body reacting to yours almost instinctually.

She reaches up and cups the side of your face, pulling you in closer and kissing you deeply. She slips her free hand around your shoulder and tries to pull you down on top of her. Kiraras breathing softens, and a shiver rolls down her spine as she feels you against her. She deepens the kiss, pulling your body closer against hers.

She doesn't want to break away, but she knows she has to breathe. Pulling away, she gazes up at you, her eyes hazy with lust and exhaustion. "I love you," she mumbles, her voice soft like silk. Kirara pulls you down against her again, wrapping her arms around your waist and burying her head in your shoulder. She clings to you like a lifeline, letting out a little sigh of content.

"Can we stay like this for a while?" She murmurs, her voice muffled against your skin. "Just like this. With you."

Kokomi

She moans softly against your lips, her arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer against her. “I love you,” she whispers in between each kiss, each one a prayer, a plea for you to never leave her again. Her body melts against you, desperate to feel the warmth in your touch. Kokomi’s hands slowly travel across your body, exploring the planes of your skin in delicate, reverent movements. Each touch is deliberate, as if she’s mapping your body for the first time, desperate to memorize every inch of you.

She moans softly against your neck as she moves along your body, the sound a mixture of desire and pure adoration. Her breathing becomes more labored as she whispers your name, her arms enveloping you, pulling you closer still. Kokomi buries her face in your hair, the soft scent of you making her shiver. She presses the length of her body against you, savoring the way your warmth envelopes her. She closes her eyes, relishing the feeling for a moment before slowly trailing kisses along your neck, her breath hot against your skin.

“I want…” she mumbles, her words trailing off as she struggles to find the right words. “I want… you. I need you.” Kokomi’s breath stutters as she continues her trail of kisses, moving down your throat, along your collarbone, and down to the hollow of your collarbone. Her hands begin to wander, her touch growing desperate as they move across your body. She lets out a quiet, ragged whisper, the sound more gasp than words. “Please…”

Layla

Layla melts into the kiss, eyelashes fluttering shut. A content, quiet noise escapes her throat and into your mouth, a soft sigh of breath as she leans into you. Her knees buckle a little, and she’s forced to grab your shoulders to steady herself against you. “Careful,” Layla mutters as she pulls away from the kiss, her face flushed a soft pink that makes her skin glow. She’s panting just a little, her head spinning, your taste still on her tongue. “I feel dizzy…”

Layla is clinging to you fiercely now, using your shoulders to keep herself upright. Her legs are still unsteady, and she can’t quite keep the breathlessness from her voice. “You make me weak,” she murmurs, her voice a quiet moan. “Stay awake,” you murmur as you feel Layla start to doze off against your lips. Her eyes are so heavy, her body still so dizzy… you can’t help a smile.

“You can’t fall asleep on me yet, can you?” Layla closes her eyes as she leans against you, inhaling deeply. The effort to even stay standing right now feels tremendous; she clings to you with a desperation that surprises her, her fingers clenching the fabric of your clothes. “You’re too much… too much for me.”

Lisa

A soft noise leaves Lisas mouth— half gasp, half breathless whine— and her eyelids flutter shut.

She is completely helpless against you. She presses herself harder against you, her breathing growing harsher against your skin with every moment that passes. Her fingers twist in the fabric of your clothes and her head tips back to expose the pale skin of her neck. Her breaths come in quick, shallow gasps. She is drowning, falling, sinking in whatever it is you're doing to her. She can't think beyond your touch, the press of your lips against her neck, the feeling of your hands on her body. Her grip on your clothes tightens. One of her hands slides up to clutch at your sleeve, the other fisting in the collar of your shirt while she trembles against you. Her head tilts back even further, her neck and chest bared completely. Her breaths falter, each inhale catching in her chest before she can speak. She manages a single word, spoken like a gasp of pain.

"Please."  She can't beg. She can't speak. She can barely even think. A few more seconds pass before she manages to rasp out another single word.

"Gimme more cutie."

Lynette

Lynettes lips are soft and eager, her tongue hot when it brushes against yours. She kisses with a passion that could set the world ablaze. Her breath is hot on your face, her skin like fire when she pulls you against her body. It is unusual for Lynette. Normally she's more reserved, composed. But right now, it's as though there is some hidden part of her that is being set free, brought to the surface by your touch. She is wild, unrestrained, needy as she pulls you closer against her.

"Calm do-" "No." Lynette breaks the kiss, but immediately moves to bury her face against your neck, pressing kisses against your skin. Her breath is hot against the crook of your collarbone.

"More," she breathes, the word ragged and needy. "Don't tell me to calm down." Her lips trail up your neck, up to your ear. She nips, gently, at your earlobe, before sucking the skin between her teeth. "I need you," she gasps, and you can feel her tremble against you. Her hands are already pulling at your clothing, desperate to expose more of your skin to her. Her lips leave a hot trail against your throat as they work their way back down your collarbones to your chest, then lower.

"If you dare tell Lyney about this...I might just kill you."

Lyney

Lyney deepens the kiss, his arms wrapping around your body. He pulls you impossibly closer, closing any gap between the two of you. His hands trail across your back, caressing your body slowly, gently. The kiss only breaks so he can draw breath, but it never lasts. His lips brush against your jawline, his breath hot against your ear. "May I show you something?" His voice is a deep murmur, spoken as if the words are a secret. His hands are on your hips as he gently pushes you back to the bed, his lips brushing against the skin of your neck. With a single, fluid movement Lyney pushes you onto the soft material and pins you beneath him, resting his body against yours. The weight of him is pleasant, grounding, and he gives a soft smile as he looks down at you.

His eyes are full of promise, mischief, and he runs a hand over your waist. "Stay still for me," he murmurs, his words a whisper on your skin. Lyney's fingers find the hem of your shirt, gently gripping the fabric. He rolls it up, revealing a little more of your skin. Slowly, gently, he lifts the shirt over your body, only stopping when your torso is exposed. He takes a moment to look at you, drinking in the sight before him. His eyes move over every inch of your form, memorizing it as if you were a work of art. Then, quietly, he lowers his head to your exposed skin, kissing a trail down your body. His lips move over your flesh like a prayer, his tongue occasionally flicking out to taste it. He doesn’t stop until he reaches your stomach, before giving a soft bite.

Mika - aged up

As soon as you speak, Mika obediently relaxes his shoulders. His eyes close for a brief moment, a light shiver running down his spine as you tell him to. His hands are no longer curled into nervous fists at his sides, instead laying limply in his lap. When he looks up at you again, his heart is pounding a nervous tattoo against his ribcage.

He's so easily affected by you. It would make him laugh if he weren't too flustered. Mika lets out a soft huff when he feels your hands brush against his, but he doesn't move. He wants you to touch him. He wants you to hold him and caress his skin, to run your hands through his hair. He wants to feel you, to be touched by you, but he's far too nervous to do it himself.

Just the lightest brush of your skin against his feels like an electric shock to his entire form. Another soft sigh leaves Mika as your lips meet his again. He wants. He wants to take, to touch you. Every time your mouths meet, he gets tempted to move his hands to your body. To touch you the way he wants to touch you.

But he doesn't. Mika is far too nervous to do anything but obey you. He's content with you taking control of this situation. Mika parts his lips as you kiss him, inviting you to enter and explore his mouth. He wants to taste you, and he wants you to taste him, but he holds himself back from doing anything except letting you do it to him.

He's trembling again, every nerve in his body on fire at your touch.

Mona

Mona lets out a sharp gasp as your lips meet hers. Her eyes widen, and for a moment she is frozen in place. She blinks, and her eyes flutter shut as she leans closer, reaching out a trembling hand to rest on your waist, holding you close, almost as if she was terrified of you disappearing. Her kiss is slow, almost tentative. You are a deity, and she is nothing, and yet-

There is a kind of desperation in her movements. Her hands tangle in your hair, her fingers trembling as they graze your skin. She has been patient; she has been pining for years in silence.

Now that she has you, now that she feels the softness of your lips against hers, she will not let go so easily. Monas kiss deepens. A low moan escapes her throat, and a shiver runs through her as her tongue brushes against yours. She pulls you closer, pressing against you, her fingers gripping tightly in your hair. She can't get close enough. Her lips move with a hunger she can't suppress. Her tongue slips into your mouth, deepening the kiss as her hands rove over your body, her touch both needy and gentle at the same time.

She would give you anything, she would submit to any command you gave her. All her thoughts and hopes are pinned on you - she can't lose this.

Mualani

Mualani can't breathe. Everything feels like too much. The sensation of your skin- she needs to touch more, needs to feel more, needs to press against you until all that is left is your scent, your warmth, your taste. Her hands run up your arms until they find purchase in your hair, tangling it between her fingers. She pulls, and her lips crash against yours. Mualani's thoughts are lost in you. All she wants is more. She can't get enough of the taste and the smell of you.

She pulls you against her with a surprising amount of strength, as if nothing else matters but the way you feel as if your touch were the most important thing in the world.  Her fingers run along your spine and down your back, pulling you even closer, pressing kisses against your neck and shoulders. Mualani is dizzy with desire. Her body is a slave to your touch, every movement, every caress sparking white hot need through her veins. "I- " she moans, her voice breaking with desire. "Please- please-"

She can't even finish the request because all she can think of is how badly she wants you.

"Chill out." You chuckle at her eagerness. Mualani tries to take a deep breath, but the scent of your skin drives her to distraction and she lets out a shuddering gasp instead. She's still pressed against you, her fingertips still tracing absent circles on, her eyes locked on your neck like a lioness with her next meal.  "I can't." She admits after a moment. "I can't chill out when you're so close to me."

Navia

Navias cheeks flush deeply. Her body tenses at your words, her hands gripping the fabric of her skirt so tightly it nearly tears. "You... think I taste sweet?" She asks, sounding genuinely surprised. She hadn't expected to hear such an intimate remark from you. "It's probably from all the sweets we just ate." You figure. She blinks. Oh.

A breath escapes her that's somewhere between a sigh and a laugh, her expression changing from wide-eyed surprise to a smile. "I guess you're right, huh?" She muses, taking one of her hands and wiping at a corner of her mouth with her thumb. "So, how's the taste?" "Sweet, and...a bit salty?" The words make Navia's breath catch, and her heart quicken. She pulls back for a moment, to look at you, her eyes slightly dazed. She brings one hand up to brush against your cheek, thumb sliding across your skin. You can feel the slight tremble of her fingers.

"Did I surprise you?" she asks quietly, half-whispering as if fearing your answer. Her eyes search your face, trying to read your reaction. "Perhaps a little." You admit. Navia's hand moves up to the back of your head, fingers slipping into your hair to tangle in the strands. Then, she closes the small space between you, her lips meeting yours in a soft kiss. It's short, and it doesn't go beyond a lingering press and the soft brush of her mouth against yours, only meant for you.

The kiss is chaste.

Neuvillette

Neuvillette is the embodiment of a gentleman. He takes your face carefully in his hands, thumbs rubbing over your cheekbones. He presses his lips to your brow, your cheeks, even your nose and chin. Then he finally finds your mouth with his.

The kiss is soft and gentle, with every trace of reverence behind every movement. Neuvillette is like a worshiper in the temple, reverent and gentle as he presses his mouth to yours. His touch is slow, like he's trying to etch himself on every corner of you. Neuvillette pulls you against himself, one arm wrapping around your waist and holding you as if he never intends to let you go.

His forehead presses against your own, his other hand still tracing across your face, caressing your skin like he's trying to commit every bit of you to memory. His lips part slightly, the kiss growing deeper, more intense with the passing of each second. He's drinking deep of you. The kiss is almost desperate. Neuvillette presses you close, the hand on your waist holding you firm against his body. His breaths start coming faster, his touch growing a touch more needy. His hand drifts from your face to the back of your head, gently cupping it and holding you close. His tongue slides over your lips, gently pressing and trying for entry. A soft moan rolls from his mouth.

Nilou

She feels her pulse quicken at the closeness of you, and the feel of your lips. Her tongue slips against yours, and she moans at the sensation. Her hands travel up and down the arms, chest, and back of your tunic. She doesn't speak, but she can't help but whimper softly against your ear. She wants you so badly. The feeling of your tongue against her tongue has a shudder running through her body, and she can't help but gasp in anticipation at the kiss. Her hands are already touching you and more of you is what she wants.

She is completely enraptured by you, her fingers dancing down your back. She wants to be closer to you, closer. Close enough to be a part of your skin.

Her fingers curl into your clothes, tightening, and she wants to pull you closer. As the kiss continues, Nilous tongue slips against yours, wanting—desiring—more. Your taste is everything she wants, and when you pull away, for a heartbeat only, she lets out a faint whine of disappointment. "I want more," she murmurs against your lips. "Please." "You will." You whisper. Nilou doesn't need to hear more than that in order to understand.

She pulls you closer, her body pressing flush against yours. Her tongue slips back against yours, and she makes a low moan at the sensation of you against her. The feel of your lips is like nothing she has ever experienced, like a drug.

She wants more.

Ningguang

Ningguang lets out a soft gasp at the feel of your lips against hers, her mind reeling. Her heart is thundering in her chest and her breath is caught in her throat. Her everything.

Her arms come up to hug around your waist, pulling herself closer. She moans softly against your lips, a faint whimper escaping her as she melts into the kiss. Ningguang gently pushes you back, slowly, until you are flat on your back.

She positions herself on top of you, straddling your hips. She's breathing heavily, her breaths shallow and shaky as she stares down into your eyes. "You are mine," she pants softly, a shudder running through her form at her own words. Ningguang reaches a hand down to cup your jaw, a shiver going through her at your skin against her touch.

"Mine," she repeats, eyes roaming over you with a possessive gaze that borders on adoration. Her lips find your neck, leaving a trail of kisses on the soft, delicate flesh. She nips gently at your skin as she speaks. "You're mine. All mine." Ningguangs hands are fumbling against your chest, fingers desperately trying to unbutton your shirt.

"All mine," The words are almost a growl. She's breathing into the hollow of your coller, hot breaths against your skin. Her body is hot against yours, desperate as her hands go lower and lower.

NEVER FINISHED BUT I POST IT FOR NOW ♡

Hope yall are hungry cause maybe i finish this all lol

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“Who are you calling gremlin?” you asked, pretending to be offended as you turned your back to him. “Says the one whose tail kidnapped my thigh the whole night.”

“That was involuntary,” Tighnari replied, and you felt the soft fur of his tail brushing against your lower back with a subtle flick. “Why are you so far? You’re going to fall.” And just like that, he pulled you closer, one arm wrapping around your waist.

“What a cute and discreet way of saying you want me close,” you said, sarcastic and teasing as usual, now facing him.

“Alright, I want you close,” Tighnari admitted, catching you off guard. You blushed. He looked a bit flustered too.

“You can be pretty cute when you’re honest, you know,” you said, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“I know other situations where you can be pretty cute too…” he murmured, more to himself than to you.

“Tighnari!” You covered your face with your hands, suddenly way too aware of everything that happened the night before.

He just smiled and hugged you. You knew he was definitely going to tease you about it.

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❀ Kazuha won’t let you go anywhere. It doesn’t matter who wakes up first—he’ll be so adorably clingy. If he’s the first one up, he’ll quietly watch you sleep, brushing a few strands of hair from your face and looking at you like you’re the most precious thing ever created.

❀ He’ll gently kiss your shoulder and let you hug him in your sleep, one of his hands softly running along your back.

❀ “Mornings with you feel like a dream come true,” he’d whisper into your ear once he knows you’re awake. And if you blush and peek at him with one eye? Oh girl, he’s melting.

❀ Get ready for a full round of kisses, cuddles, and soft poetry—about how much he loves you, how perfect you are, how lucky he feels to have you… and how much he adores being like this with you.

❀ Kazuha might ask if you want to go have breakfast with the other members of the Crux, but if you tell him you’re not hungry and just want to stay in his arms? “Alright, who am I to say no to my muse’s wishes?” he’ll say, wrapping you in his embrace—and just like that, the two of you will fall asleep again.

❀ You two are unbearably cute. You’ll be affectionately running your fingers through his silver hair, and he’ll take your hand to kiss each of your fingertips. Stop, it's too much.

❀ You may kiss each other… for a bit too long, and his soft, delicate kisses will slowly trail down—from your sweet lips to your jawline, then your neck, your collarbone… and just like that, you’ll end up tangled in each other all over again.

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“Are you… okay?” you asked shyly, still breathing heavily after the intensity of the moment. Your cheeks were painted a deep red, a faint silver sheen glistening on your forehead.

“I couldn’t feel better,” Kazuha replied, still hovering above you. His beautiful carmine eyes were locked onto yours, filled with that unmistakable look of love.

“Y-You’re looking at me like that again…” you whispered, completely flustered.

“Am I?” he asked with a faint smile, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose. “Then I apologize… but I can’t help it,” he added, his voice as soft and intoxicating as ever.

He pressed his forehead against yours, his words brushing against your lips.

“This moment, with you… I don’t think I could ever write enough haikus to capture how perfect you are. How complete it feels to be like this with you.”

Then came that look again—tender, adoring—making your face burn red like a tomato.

He smiled, and your heart melted.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Kazuha.”

You couldn’t have felt happier.

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❀ Albedo wakes up early—like, really early. This man has an entire routine mapped out in his head... but then there's you, peacefully sleeping in his bed, your bare body pressed softly against his.

❀ He forgets about the routine—well, consciously, not literally. He just lies there, watching you sleep, a gentle smirk on his lips, icy-blue eyes fixed on your calm, adorable face. He reaches out to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear with the utmost care.

❀ He's a curious man, but he's also in love with you. So, after memorizing every detail of your sleepy expression like a sketch etched into his mind, he carefully slips out of bed, gets dressed, and goes to prepare breakfast and something warm for you to drink.

❀ If you wake up and don’t find him beside you, you might worry for a moment—until he walks back in, wearing a white shirt and relaxed pants. Your heart melts instantly... and his slightly messy hair, tied low in a loose ponytail? Absolutely adorable.

❀ “Good morning,” he’d say as he approached. Albedo would sit at the corner of the bed beside you while you hid your flustered face under the white bedsheets. “Are you feeling any soreness?”

❀ And yes, of course he’d ask such a question with his usual calm and composed tone... which only made your cheeks burn even more. “I’m fine…” you’d murmur, stealing a shy glance at him.

❀ Albedo, ever the observant one, would instantly notice your embarrassment. With his usual quiet empathy, he’d ask if you’d prefer some space… But if you whispered that all you wanted were cuddles?

❀ He wouldn’t hesitate. In an instant, he’d slip back under the bedsheets with you, letting you rest your head on his chest as his fingers traced gentle, lazy circles across your shoulders.

❀ He would lean down to kiss you softly, just to observe that "fascinating" expression of yours—as if you were melting right in his arms. And if you pressed a small kiss to the star mark on his neck? Oh… the slight pink flush in his ears would betray him.

❀ After a while, he’d help you get dressed—and by “get dressed,” he’d offer one of his white shirts that just barely reached your thighs. Once you were dressed, he’d take your hand in his and lead you to the kitchen for breakfast.

❀ Albedo wouldn’t say it aloud, but he loved seeing you in his clothes. There was something deeply intimate about it—like a quiet declaration only he got to witness.

❀ He couldn't help but steal glances, especially when you shifted and the shirt rode up just a little... Ahem. Fascinating, indeed.

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"I'm fine, just tired..." you admitted, letting yourself fall back into his bed. The soft linens welcomed your body, and a smile tugged at your lips as you closed your eyes. "Smells like you..." you murmured, half-conscious of what you'd said.

"And also like you," Albedo added, voice calm as ever.

Your cheeks burned. "That was unnecessary."

"Still, it’s something you can’t deny." He joined you, the mattress dipping gently under his weight. You opened one eye, only to be met with his sky-blue gaze and that faint, peaceful smile gracing his lips.

"What?" you asked, startled by his stare.

"Nothing," he said softly. "It’s just that... seeing you this relaxed is rather enjoyable." His fingers reached out and tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. You looked away quickly, too flustered to respond.

That small movement, however, exposed the curve of your collarbone—his gaze lingered. Then, gently, his fingers touched the spot.

"W-what?" you blinked and looked back at him.

"I think... I may have marked you," he murmured with that same composed tone, now gazing at the faint bloom on your skin—not too high, not too low... placed just right to stay hidden under your clothes.

"Eh?..." you managed, completely flustered, before quickly turning your back to him. "W-when...?"

"It may have happened in the heat of the moment..." he began, but you shot him a glare and buried your face in the curve of his neck.

"S-stop!"

A small smile curved his lips as his hand rested softly on your back. "I like it," he whispered near your ear. "Is it alright if I do it again... another time?"

"Albedo!" you yelped, mortified—but your heart was undeniably fluttering.

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❀ Yeah, mhm… he’s internally losing it.

❀ Xiao had been so terrified that his karma might’ve harmed you—that it clung to your soul somehow—that the first thing you saw upon opening your eyes were his golden irises staring down at you, wide with worry, his expression uncharacteristically vulnerable.

❀ “X-Xiao…?” you breathed out, confused and a little panicked, sitting up too fast. “Is everything okay?”

❀ He didn't answer right away. His eyes scanned your form, almost analytically, searching for any trace of damage—any mark, tremble, anything out of place. Only when he found nothing did he give the faintest of nods, though the tension didn’t leave his shoulders.

❀ “Are you… alright?” he asked softly, now sitting on the edge of the bed. His voice barely rose above a whisper.

❀ He wanted to touch you—hold you, make sure you were truly there—but he didn’t dare. Not after last night. Not after he had crossed that line. What if he tainted you? What if you absorbed his karmic burden and didn’t even know yet?

❀ Then he felt it—your hand, so warm, so soft, cupping his cheek. His breath caught. Golden eyes snapped to yours, struck silent by the touch. It disarmed him completely.

❀ “I’m completely fine…” you whispered, your thumb gently brushing over his cheekbone.

❀ Xiao said nothing. He couldn’t. His heart ached with too many things—fear, longing, guilt, love. You knew it too. He wasn’t distant because he didn’t care. He was distant because he cared too much.

❀ So, like coaxing a frightened cat, you gently ran your fingers through his dark deep green, silky hair. He flinched slightly at first, then… melted into it, eyes fluttering shut for just a second.

❀ “Would you… stay a little longer?” you asked gently, patting the space beside you.

❀ He looked at it. Hesitated. Then, slowly, like every movement cost him a piece of himself, he lay down—still keeping a bit of space between you.

❀ It hurt. The gap between you was small but full of unspoken pain. And yet... he hadn’t vanished. He was there when you woke up. And for now, that was enough.

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“I’ll go ahead and get some breakfast,” you said softly, a faint smile on your lips that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Do you want me to bring you some almond tofu?” You sat at the edge of the bed, slipping your fingers around the fabric of your dress lying on the floor.

There was silence.

You didn’t even have to look to know—he was watching you. You could feel the weight of his gaze, those beautiful golden eyes tracing your form. You tried to steady your breath, to not show how much this distance, this hesitation, was pulling at your heart.

But then— You felt it.

An arm slid gently, but firmly, around your waist. Before you could react, he pulled you back into the bed, back into him. You gasped softly at the sudden movement, but the moment you felt his warmth pressed against you, all your confusion melted into stillness.

Xiao rested his head on your chest, bare skin meeting bare skin. His breath was warm against you, his body rigid at first… and then slowly, slowly, relaxing. His hand stayed at your waist like he was grounding himself, like your heartbeat was the only thing keeping the world from falling apart.

“Stay…” he whispered, his voice almost lost in the quiet morning air.

Your heart fluttered.

Your cheeks flushed a deep pink, your arms moved without hesitation, one wrapping around him and the other threading into that silken dark-green hair. You held him close, your smile blooming with quiet joy, the kind that comes from knowing he chose you, not just for a moment, but for a little longer.

“All you want, Xiao,”

And in that moment, the karmic weight faded, just a little.

So when a popular frat boy from your university asked you out, again—you finally said yes. Not because you liked him, but because you knew it would get a reaction from In-ho.

Getting ready, you chose the skimpiest two piece outfit you owned. The fabric clung to your body in all the right places, the skirt riding just high enough to show your ass cheeks and your thong strings were on your hips. You knew exactly what you were doing when you stepped out of your room.

He was there, standing in the hallway, watching you with an unreadable expression. His gaze dragged over your figure, slowly, before settling on your face.

“Where are you going?” His voice was calm, but there was something sharp underneath it.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I have a date,” you smirked, tilting your head.

His jaw tensed. “Go back inside and change that sorry excuse of an outfit. You aren’t going anywhere.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, not happening.”

He exhaled through his nose, something dark flickering in his gaze, but he didn’t say another word. You walked past him without looking back.

The date was fine. The guy was charming, a little full of himself, but he paid for dinner and made you laugh a couple of times. Still, your mind was elsewhere. And when he dropped you back home, you made sure to lean in and kiss him on the cheek before stepping out of the car.

As you turned to walk inside, you threw one last glance over your shoulder. “You know, you’re free to touch if you’d like,” you said playfully, knowing full well a certain someone would be watching.

The guy grinned, slapping your ass and biting his lip before driving off. He hadn’t gotten any pussy but he definitely scored that night.

You didn’t need to turn around to know In-ho was there, standing just inside the house, waiting. The door clicked shut behind you, locking you in with the storm brewing in his gaze.

You swallowed, your heart pounding in your chest. Maybe you had pushed too far.

“What the hell was that?” His voice was low, but there was no mistaking the irritation beneath it.

You rolled your eyes and moved to push past him. “Isn’t my mother waiting for you?” you said, asked.

Before you could take another step, his hand wrapped around your wrist, firm but not painful. “It’s just us right now,” he said, his voice heavier.

You tried to yank your arm away, glaring up at him. “Let me go.”

His jaw tightened. “You’ve been a brat all night,” he muttered. His gaze dropped briefly, taking in your outfit again, and his grip tensed just slightly. “And you really walked out of here wearing this? For him?”

You scoffed, looking anywhere but at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He let out a low, humorless chuckle. “You think I didn’t see you? Letting that kid put his hands on your ass like that?”

You lifted your chin, crossing your arms. “And?”

That muscle in his jaw twitched. He let go of your wrist only to grab you again, firmer this time, pulling you toward the bedroom.

“Hey—” you started, trying to dig your heels into the floor, but he was stronger.

“Shut the fuck up,” he muttered, kicking the door shut behind you. “You’ve been running your mouth all night.”

You shoved at his arm, cursing under your breath. “This is ridiculous.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you forward over his lap. You gasped, trying to push up, but his hand pressed against the small of your back.

“In-ho—”

“You went out with that little boy wearing nothing but a thong?” he asked, lifting the hem of your skirt, scoffing. “Figures.”

You squirmed. “Let me go.”

“You know the drill.” His voice was calm, almost amused. “Count.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the sharp sting that followed had you sucking in a breath instead.

“One.”

Another.

“T-two.”

His hand came down again, this time a bit harder. “I’m sorry,” you whined.

He scoffed, smoothing his hand over your burning ass. “Sorry who?”

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

It clearly wasn’t enough for him as his hand came down once more.

By the time he reached fifteen, your breath was shaky, and your ass tingled with heat.

He exhaled, running a hand over your ass before finally letting you go. You sat up quickly, glaring at him through glassy eyes.

He smirked, leaning back slightly. “That little stunt of yours was cute.”

You huffed, wiping your eyes. “S-shut up.”

Still, the way he was looking at you made it clear—he knew you weren’t going to pull something like that again.

You pouted, the look on your face making his resolve falter. “Can you hold me? Please daddy.”

He wanted nothing more than to scoop you into his arms and tell you all was well but you needed to learn. He tilted your chin, meeting your watery, pouty gaze. “When you’ve learned to be a good girl but you’re not there yet.”

He undid his belt, his hard cock springing free and you immediately knew what you had to do.

“Get on your knees, worship this cock and show me exactly how sorry you are.”

You nodded, getting on his knees to place a soft kiss on his tip, murmuring, “I love how perfect you are.” Your lips traced a slow path on his shaft, and you could feel his gaze on you. “So big daddy,” you whispered, your words a mix of praise and awe. You knew he liked hearing it, the way his jaw tightened and his fingers threaded through your curls told you so.

“Shut up,” he said, his tone more commanding now. “I don't need you to tell me, you're going to show me.”

Your lips parted, and you took him in your mouth, your gaze flicking up to meet his. His hand tightened in your curls, guiding you to remind you who was in control. “That's it, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Keep going, just like that.”

You continued, your focus entirely on him, feeling his quiet approval in the way his cock throbbed, though his hand remained firmly in your hair. He let out a soft moan, “You're doing so good for me,” he murmured, his words making your pussy throb. “Sometimes you can be a good girl.”

You glided your tongue along his length, your voice barely above a whisper as you said, “I love making you feel good, daddy.” Your fingers traced gentle patterns on his balls, adding to the warmth of your affection.

You took him deep into your throat, gagging as you did but it only turned him on. His grip on your curls remained, pushing your head down then thrusting when you got too comfortable. You swirled your tongue around his shaft, saliva and pre cum dripping down your chin, and you made sure your eyes looked up at him, full of admiration as he fucked your face.

“Such a beautiful fucking slut for your daddy,” he moaned. He began thrusting faster, ready to shoot his load down your throat. “Get ready, and you're going to swallow every drop.” You hummed in response, the vibration sending him over the edge and he pushed your head all the way down until your nose touched his pelvis. His cum shot down your throat and you swallowed every drop like the good girl you aimed to be.

He pulled you off him by your hair, his breath shaky, cock twitching.

“I’d eat your pussy but you don’t deserve that right now.” You pouted at his words. “Get on the bed. Face down, ass up. Move.”

You obeyed, biting your lip as you crawled onto the bed, positioning yourself as he instructed. Your heart raced as you glanced at the mirror in front of the bed, where you could see the reflection of the both of you. In-ho stood behind you, his intense gaze fixed on you as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the muscles of his torso.

He tore your skirt and your thong off, then your skimpy top followed. His smirk was almost cruel, his hands brushing along the curve of your now bare ass as he positioned himself behind you.

“You're going to behave now, aren't you, sweetie?” he murmured. “Or do I need to remind you who's in charge?”

You rolled your eyes and he slapped your ass in response, making you yelp. He didn't hesitate, gripping your waist tightly before plunging into you with a force that left you screaming. Your face buried into the pillow instinctively, but his low, commanding voice brought you back.

“No,” he growled, his fingers tightening around your hips. “Look at yourself. Look at what happens when you act out. Watch me punish you."”

You turned your head toward the mirror, catching sight of him in all his glory. His dark eyes met yours in the reflection, a look of dominance swirling in them.

“That's fucking right,” he said, slamming into you harder, making your entire body jolt. “Don't you dare look away.”

Your breath hitched as his pace quickened, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. “Daddy, I'm sorry,” you cried, your voice trembling.

“Too bad.” he said sharply, his lips curving into a smirk. “You've been a brat and a damn whore all night. You don't get to apologize now.”

His rhythm didn't relent, his grip firm as he hit that spot inside you that made you tremble uncontrollably. “You're enjoying this way too much," he murmured, his tone almost teasing as he noticed the way your pussy soaked his cock.

He could feel the way you clenched around him and he grabbed your throat, pulling you back to his chest.

“You wanna cum for daddy? Yeah?” he asked.

“Yes, daddy,” you sobbed. “P-please let me cum. I promise I’ll be good.”

He chuckled darkly, shoving you back down into the mattress, your face pressed into it. “Beg me, scream for me. Tell me how sorry you are.”

The overwhelming urge to cum was so much, you couldn’t hold back the words that tumbled from your lips even if you tried.

“Please daddy! Please, let me cum. I- I’m so sorry! I won’t be a brat anymore, I swear. Please, wanna cum s-so bad,” you cried, your voice breaking into a pathetic sob.

You could feel the way his cock throbbed inside you at your words. He pulled you back by your neck, your gaze locked on him in the mirror.

“You’ve earned it, baby. Cum for daddy, soak my cock.”

His words were all you needed, your body shook in his arms, and your orgasm took ahold of you. Babbling incoherent words, you squirted, the sensation so intense that his cum spurted deep inside your pussy. He pressed your face into the bed, moaning loudly as he fucked his cum into you and rode out his high. When he was satisfied, he collapsed onto the bed, laying kisses all over your face as he tried to ground you.

In-ho exhaled as he stood up, disappearing into the bathroom for a moment before returning with a warm cloth. He crouched down beside you, his touch surprisingly gentle as he wiped your face, brushing away the dampness on your cheeks then cleaned between your legs. His fingers lingered for a moment, thumb grazing your cheek.

“What’s really wrong, sweetie?” His voice had softened now, no longer edged with frustration.

You pouted, crossing your arms. “You’ve been spending so much time with mom,” you muttered, barely meeting his gaze. “I feel alone.”

He sighed, shaking his head as he sat beside you. “You don’t have to be jealous or seek attention from some little boy to get a reaction out of me,” he said, tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to look at him. “You’re the one I want. You know that.”

Your defenses crumbled at his words, and without thinking, you buried your face into the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you close, stroking your hair and your back.

“Good girl,” he murmured, running his hand down your back in soothing strokes. “You know I’m yours regardless.” His lips brushed the top of your head. “And you’re mine. My princess, my baby girl.”

You exhaled, finally relaxing against him as he held you, warm and a bit—fatherly, exactly where you wanted to be.

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HWANG IN-HO

the size of the screen before you makes it impossible for you to avert your gaze, not that you would’ve been able to with the single gloved hand keeping your head still. its firm hold on your jaw was almost unforgiving, the owner behind you forcing you to absorb the childish hell that so many burdened yet innocent people had been unfortunate enough to put themselves in.

the shouts of terror and unheard pleas seemed to haunt this small room, tormenting your mind as your captor remained unfazed towards it all. you’d flinch at the blood splatters on the ground, at the echoes of gunshots that then swiftly pierced flesh, while in-ho stood like a statue. him being death itself, immune to the devastation and scarring he brings.

and even yet, despite the grotesque display of human lives fighting amongst themselves to make another day, a puddle of arousal pooled between your legs, granting the leather seat you’d been manhandled onto a reflective patch. the texture of the chair only looked that much glossier with the puddle’s slight glare under the harsh illumination.

unmasked, in-ho’s attention shifted between the deaths on screen to your tear-streaked face, thoroughly admiring the beauty in seeing the parallels of an unwilling witness and unsuspecting victims’ reactions to this heinous game of survival. his other hand, void of its respective glove, had taken its place at your drooling cunt, basking in the disobedience of your body as he’d pump two fingers into your tight walls, only ever pulling them out to rub at the aching bundle of nerves just above.

“You like this, don’t you?” he’d claim in a hushed voice, his warm breath fanning your collarbone as you’d helplessly squirm, your bound wrists at your back assisting little in this pathetic escape. in-ho would hum, whether out of amusement or acknowledgment of your desperation being unclear to you. perhaps both.

“Just look at you, soaking my fingers,” in-ho would sigh, almost dreamily as he’d feel your pussy clench around his digits. he’d push deeper until he heard a gargled moan mixed with a sob, quickly removing his fingers and moving to your clit. “You don’t have to deny me. You and I are no different from each other.”

he could feel his cock throbbing in his black slacks at your persistent tears, unable to hold himself back from nuzzling his lips against one of your flushed cheeks and allowing the salty droplet to fall on his tongue. he’d run the tip of the wet muscle over the skin, causing you to lean away from him. he’d chase, of course, reinforcing his grip on your jaw to ensure you wouldn’t try a thing like that again.

his fingers on your clit would speed up their circular motions, pausing suddenly to give your cunt a slap. the slick sound would interrupt the sounds of despair coming from the wide television screen, your body jolting at the impact that had caused a conflicting but nauseatingly pleasureful spark in you.

satisfied that the unspoken warning quickly settled in your head—don't be difficult—he’d return to his motions. “It’ll be over soon,” he promised. but you both knew that soon was just another word for never.

he simply couldn’t get enough of you.

“Just a little more, hm?” his fingers moved rapidly at this point, doubling his efforts for every body that would collapse. he’d glance back up to the live game, seeing as the mocking red numbers of the timer counted down, now fewer players standing than there had been at the start of it. amongst them, player 456.

it hasn’t gone unnoticed by in-ho how your gaze tends to land on gi-hun the most, following him with a silent concern. he wasn’t totally aware of your relations to him, if there were any at all. he could have demanded answers from you, yes, but he preferred you with the duct tape on your pretty little mouth, reduced to nothing but cute sounds. there was no use in torturing yourselves with having to listen to your grating begging.

in-ho would just have to use your body language.

“Gi-hun,” he started, feeling the way you already tensed up at the mention of the man’s name. “I imagine he must be important to you.” his head turned to you again, “I wonder what he’d think if he were to see you get off while him and the others try to stay alive.”

in-ho heard another muffled sob, his lips twitching at your reaction, the tiny shake of your head not lost on him. so you did care about the man to some extent. oh, you made things so easy for him.

“Maybe he’d be disgusted.” he theorized, using his index and middle finger to spread your folds. he took a second to look at the pink, wet flesh, burning it into his memory. “One could only hope, no?”

he slid his two digits back into you for the umpteenth time, merciless in the way he thrusted them in and out. he was obviously done playing around, wanting to muddy your mind with bliss rather than thoughts of another man.

he listened to the squelching of the contact, observing how your thrashing became more consistent. he held back a grunt seeing you toss your head back, your pussy finally squirting out its juice all over his hand and black floors with a gushing noise. he kept going for a while longer, wanting to draw out the moment even if it was at your expense.

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” he told you, knowing well that his brief words would only stress you further when your head would eventually clear up. it was never a good thing when he ‘kept an eye’ on someone. just look at you.

“I’m sure you won’t have to worry about him sooner or later.” in-ho said, pressing his lips against the duct tape on your own in a sick attempt of a kiss.

when the game’s timer finally reached four zeros, he expected to see gi-hun to be just one of the many causalities littered across the floor. and yet upon tearing away from the sight of your spent figure, this newfound obstacle stood as one of the handful of survivors.

gi-hun pushes his luck far too much. in-ho could only predict when he’d run out of it.

choso pulls away and breaks the kiss, much to your dismay. before you can even open your mouth to object, he’s got your shirt pushed up and is tugging your nursing bra down to fully expose your chest to him.

his mouth waters as he gives your breast another squeeze, watching the milk leak out and he could almost cum right then. choso locks eyes with you as he brings his mouth close to your chest, closing the gap between him and his meal, making his intentions crystal clear. your fingers run through his thick head of hair and grab a handful, pulling him away.

but choso refuses to let a chance like this slip through his fingers, so he pleads with you to let him get what he wants. “please m-mommy, just one taste.”

you can never tell him ‘no’ and he knows that. a faint smirk appears on his lips before his mouth latches onto your right boob, sucking like baby.

shocking, is the only word you can come up with to describe the scene unfolding in front of you. you’re not complaining though. your panties are stuck to your core as sticky arousal seeps out from between your pussy lips the longer you watch the grown man underneath you nurse himself on your breast.

choso squeezes your boob again, allowing more milk to come out and he hollows out his cheeks more, making sure he doesn’t miss a single drop.

he starts to hump your leg as he drinks, the stimulation to his cock matched with him finally getting to indulge in his taboo fantasy is enough to send him over the edge.

only now does he take his mouth off your nipple to focus all his attention on cumming, huffing and panting as he continues grinding his clothed dick against you.

“s-so good to me … mommy,” choso whimpers, looking up at you with watery eyes.