myn ✰

“f- fuck..!” he cried—his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. his lips shuddered, teeth sinking into the flesh of his bottom lip to keep his moans from slipping.

you chuckle, “no way, kaoru!” you laugh at his already fucked out face, “you’re getting off to me playing with your nipples? what a cutie, aren’t you a good boy.” he yelped when you pulled on them again.

“h-aaah.. g- good boy?” he stifled a moan from getting passed his lips, “hhn,,! ‘m your good boy,” he whined out. your fingers tangled in his blonde hair—tugging and playing just to get a few reactions out of him.

“who knew the kaoru hakaze was virgin!” you smirked, drool falling from his mouth. he couldn’t even try to hold his soft whimpers and groans anymore.

“such a good whore for me, hm, kaoru? “ you cooed, adoring the sight of him before you. he nods “yes, yes—ah, fuhh..ck!—‘m gonna cum..haah..” you smirk, “already? just from me playing with your nipples?” he squeezes his eyes shut and shoots thick ropes of cum all over himself.

even though he already came, you wouldn’t stop. your free hand snaked down to his throbbing cock and lightly palmed at it, his eyes rolled back from your sudden touch—drool forming at the corners of his mouth. “please,” he begged, “please don’t sto— ah..!” he sobbed, his legs shaking.

“‘m gonna cum again,, again..!” he cried, panting. his chest was heaving, all his mind was focused on was the pleasure of his cock fucking into your hand, desperately chasing his next orgasm.

“ah-ah, not yet.” you stop your hand and he whines, tears spilling from his eyes. you frown, wiping his tears away from his cheeks as you drag your thumb along his cheekbones, then smirk at him as you begin to toy with his dick once more.

he comes closer and closer to his high, then once more you slow it down. “god, fuck. please,, i need to cum..!” he huffs in frustration, fisting the white sheets into his hand. you grab his wrist,

“if you wanna cum, let me help you, yeah kaoru?” you pout, guiding his hand onto his cock, slowly moving it up and down, up and down.. your pace—as well as his, gradually increasing as he cums once more. you smash your lips onto his, nibbling roughly and whimpers bubble from his throat. you slyly smirk into the kiss and teasingly break away. he whines, “you’re so cruel..” and you simply cup his cheeks, swiping your thumb over his swollen tear stained face and smile. “‘m just teasing my sweet boy. now then—let’s head to the main part, shall we?”

sakuma, rei

rei, rei, rei. a sly, cunning vampire. his long, black hair complimenting his deep red eyes with his pretty frame and stupid smile.

he was alluring, like something you’d never seen before. you often found your gaze wandering to his figure, with a cheeky expression on his pale face.

he spoke in an odd manner, unfamiliar to you. he was one of the five eccentrics after all, yet something from him seem to stick out more than the rest

you were sick of his games—the way he would consistently toss you around like you were something to be toyed with—and he was sick of yours, the way you resisted and ridiculed his every move.

so, you eventually decided to settle things with a game. the rules were simple; whoever took their gaze off the other, was the unfortunate loser. but all games need a penalty, don’t they?

well, had the thought ever crossed your mind that he lost on purpose?

“what?!” he stands up, slamming his hands onto his desk and his eyes are practically bulging out of his sockets

“yeah, i said it,” his coworker, childe scoffs at him, “you’re in love.”

“no—no. you’re wrong, i am not in love. i will never be in love.” he says, crossing his arms and squinting at childe.

“believe whatever ya wanna, but i’m preetty sure you are head over heels, mouchie!” childe’s laughter fills the room, signora rolls her eyes

“signora, tell him! i’m seriously not. and don’t call me that.” scaramouche grits his teeth in annoyance, and they both look at signora for an answer

she sighs, “i’m on childe’s side for this one, scara,” childe bursts into laughter, holding his stomach from the pain with a bunch of ‘i told you so’s, much to scaramouche’s disappointment. “i mean—it’s plain to see you have clearly deep affection for [name], why are you denying it?”

scaramouche narrows his eyes at the both of them, “just, because! i mean, could you imagine me, scaramouche, falling in LOVE? i sure as hell don’t!” signora smiles softly at him, “love isn’t necessarily a bad thing, though. who knows? maybe you’ll find it comforting.”

“speak of the devil!” childe grins at scaramouche, earning a hard glare. you walk into the office, “sorry i’m late! i was caught up in some heavy traffic.” you huff, plopping your things onto your desk.

scaramouche immediately stiffens, his ears turn pink. “uh—hey, hi. hi, [name].” his once glaring gaze at childe shot immediately to the floor, his eyes unable to meet yours.

you chuckle, “hey, scara. you okay? you’re completely red,” you walk over and feel his forehead with the back of your hand, he flinches and steps back, “ah, no—i’m fine. don’t worry,” he laughs nervously and childe raises an eyebrow, smirking.

“don’t tease him too much, [name],” signora calls, her eyes glued to the computer as her slim fingers type onto the keyboard. “tease? why would i ever do that to scara?” you smile, giggling.

“anyways!” childe calls out, “tomorrow is finally the weekend, who wants to drink? say i!” scaramouche groans, “when do you not wanna drink…”

“oh c’mon, mouchie!” childe grabs him down to his chair, putting his arm around his neck and ruffling his indigo hair, “don’t be like that, we’re partners after all!” scaramouche gags, “we are NOT. get off of me, i’ll kill you!”

“lively as ever, hey?” you laugh, “i’m up for drinks though. i’ve got nothing better to do,” scaramouche’s head shoots up to look at you, “fine, maybe i will come.” he mutters to childe, “yay! ‘gnora you comin’ too?”

she looks at him with pure disgust, “no i will not drink with the likes of you. but since [name] is generous enough to come, i will consider it.” he sticks his tongue out at her, “whatev!”

another day of work is fulfilled and after your shifts have ended, you all go out to drink just like you said you would. childe drinks to his hearts content and scaramouche sits in the corner sipping his juice with childe constantly nagging and burping in his ears—much to scaramouche’s disgust. signora gossips with you throughout the entire night and you indulge in it.

childe is knocked out and signora volunteers to ‘take his drunk ass home’ which leaves you and scaramouche alone.

“hey, [name]?” your eyes shoot up to scaramouche, tilting your head. “yeah? what’s up?”

you looked gorgeous to him, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. his heart rate started to increase, beating faster and faster. just what was this feeling? it felt warm—comforting, or even safe.

“i think i’m in love with you,” he blurts out and you almost choke on air. “wait, what?”

his repeats it once more, his heart welling up with nervousness but more importantly—fear. his eyes unfocused, but trying his hardest to stare directly at you. his lips quivering, cheeks dusted pink and tears about to spill out of his pretty eyes.

“scara,” you chuckle, “say it one more time for me?”

he sighs, “jeez, fine. i’m utterly and undoubtedly in love with you, [name]. i’ve fallen for you and i can’t think straight when you’re around as if you put some kind of spell on me, it’s infuriating and confusing. i hate it, but i can’t bring myself to deny it.” biting his lip and his fingers digging into his hand, he silently awaits your answer.

but there wasn’t any answer to come, the only thing that came next was your soft lips connecting to his—tender, sweet and lingering. you pull away, and smile.

for the first time in his life, he feels the world start to become colored. his eyes sparkle, tears threatening to spill. “this is my answer, scara.” you take his hand and squeeze it gently, cupping his warm cheek in the other.

his heart was beating so fast, but not from fear—it was from the pure love and happiness he felt in that very moment. he may have denied access to his locked heart that was tucked away for many, many years; but you found it.

xiao

he’s never understood the concept of affection for someone else

he’s never understood it,,, until he met you.

something about you just clicked in his head, the way you’d talk, laugh, the pattern of your breathing, even the awkward little things that you did

all of it made his heart flutter with joy, he thought it was stupid, but he eventually came to terms about it

he was nervous, scared that you’d notice the way his cheeks bloom with heat around you. so scared of the feeling of rejection, the mere thought of it had him tearing up

his endless affection for you confused him, it left him stupid. thoughts flooded his mind—thoughts such as ‘why is my heart feeling this way?’ or even ‘this is stupid, love is stupid..’ but he knew it was even dumber the way he couldn’t talk to you without freaking out

eventually, he started to avoid you. hoping that he’d forget about how he felt about you, but it only made him ache more

so imagine his surprise when you show up at his apartment—arms crossed with pouty lips and furrowed brows—demanding to know why he’d been so off

“what’s wrong, xiao? is everything okay?? why have you been avoiding me!” you huffed in anger, “don’t you know how worried i’ve been?”

you bombarded him with questions, but he never expected you to actually show up to where he lived…but he didn’t particularly mind it.

“s- sorry. i’ve just been,, busy..” his eyes move to the floor, but you had other plans. you took the palm of your hands and pressed them against his cheeks, forcing him to look at you.

“xiao, why won’t you look at me?” you pursed your lips, “it’s like you’re an entirely different person now! it’s weird.” you sighed, eyes dropping to the ground.

he was completely and utterly stunned. your pretty face was so mesmerizing to him, even though you were clearly visibly upset.

he chuckled, “i’m sorry, [name]. i really am.. forgive me, okay?” his smile was all that you needed to reassure yourself. that cute breathless smile that struck your heart strings every time you saw it—although it was rare.

“are you sure?” you tilted your head and he placed his hand on your own and nodded, “yeah, i’m sure. just been something on my mind lately, i’m sorry i inconvenienced you.”

that apparent only angered you more, “don’t say that! you’re not an inconvenience, i think you’re perfect.” you blurted out loud without thinking, but you wouldn’t take it back. not now.

he was taken aback, and that’s when he knew. he reaffirmed himself many times that you’d stay with him—as friends, of course—no matter what he’d say about himself as a person, yet hearing you say he was so perfect in your eyes was the trigger.

“god, you’re so dumb. you don’t think before you speak and you’re so impulsive i just want to knock some sense into you, but i love you so much [name],” he squeezes your hand that’s still on his face, amber eyes fully focused into your own, “i love how impulsive you are, how gorgeous and sweet you are. i’m just so stupidly in love with you it makes me laugh.” he giggles, but deep down, he’s so scared. he’s afraid, knowing nothing will ever be the same again.

you were at a loss for words, tears welling up in your eyes as if you were getting proposed to. the only word you could muster up was, “xiao…”

those were the only words you spoke before you quietly leaned into his pale face, heat rushing up to your cheeks as you gently pressed your lips against his. they were perfect, fitting against your own as your eyelids fluttered shut. his arm pulling your waist closer to his warm body.

your heartbeat matching his, your shared kiss engraving a moment in time before you abruptly pulled away. his chest was heaving, face completely flushed and lips parted, your gentle laughter echoed at the sight.

“xiao, will you be mine?”

he nodded, his eyes softening at your words, “of course, [name]. forever and always.”

a/n: SORRY IT WAS KINDA LAME. but anyways heres the long awaited flufff………. i have to finish something else soon BUTITSOK i will do it by christmas for all of u albedo lovers (hint hint) OK BYE IM FINALLT DONE WITH THIS ONE.

you stutter, face a bright shade of crimson, “a— albedo? what are you doing?” you stumble on your words like a shameless fool, his pants on the ground.

he looks at you questioningly, as if it was the most normal thing he’s done all day. tilting his head, “i’m undressing? was that not obvious?” he says, in pure confusion.

you sigh, “no — no. i already know you’re undressing. why are you undressing is the question i’m trying to ask.” you purse your lips, trying your hardest not to look him in the eye. your gaze shifts to the floor, avoiding his slim figure.

he chuckles, “it’s incredibly cold, you know? i mean — there’s no way this weak fire can keep us warm, right? so, i thought of another idea, possibly the only way to keep heat within our bodies.” you shift awkwardly, “and that is?”

“body heat,” he plainly says, “now undress. i’m cold too, you know?” you look at him like he was crazy, your eyes almost bulging out. “what?! i— no,” you laugh, “no, that’s crazy. you’re crazy.”

he sternly looks at you, slightly annoyed. his eyebrows furrowed, “i’m being dead serious. there isn’t any other way, is there? come here,” he grabs your hand and boldly pulls you in.

he wraps his arms around your waist, his arms firmly on your hips. he was right, as soon as he pulled you in, it was much warmer than the dimly lit fire about to go out. or perhaps it was how the blood rushed to your cheeks as he quietly sat the both of you down into the mat.

“will you undress? i’m a little chilly, i can’t be the only one trying to keep us warm.” he sighs, spooning you. you huff, “fine, fine. this is just a one time thing only, alright?” he softly laughs, nodding.

you start to undress yourself, taking off your shirt and then your pants. albedo hugs you tightly, his breath hitting your earlobe.

he whispers, “you’re so gorgeous, don’t you know?” chills went up your spine, his gentle voice made you jump. “albed—nhh..” he kisses your earlobe, inhaling your scent.

“you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever laid eyes on. the most beautiful scenery, i wish i could draw you all the time.” his chin rests on your shoulder, he sends soft kisses against your jawline. soft whimpers coming from your voice, he hushes them away.

“‘bedo… why are you telling me all of this?” you whisper, waiting for your response. there was a long pause, he simply smiled. “i’ve loved you for so long, i just felt that this was the right time.” your cheeks heat, you turn your head and he presses a gentle kiss onto your lips. squeezing your eyes shut, you relish his lips. his touch, his voice, how he tastes. he was perfect.

he pulls away after his lips claimed yours for a long minute, you gasp, catching your breath. “will you let me?” he spoke so gently, it was almost quiet. you nod and with that, he hurriedly gets on top of you. his hands quickly finding their way to your hair, he tugs softly on the locks. his lips all over yours, making them swollen. rushed, deep kisses all over your body, it made him ache for more of you.

“i need you,” his pretty fingers tangled in your hair, his eyes the color of the ocean — glinting with lust. he pulls down his undergarments along with yours, tugging at the fabric.

“i’ll ask again,” he paused, attentively looking at you with greedy eyes, “do you really want this?” you chuckle, “‘bedo, i want to feel you. i want to touch you and savor every inch of your body, so please,”

nothing more had to be said, not even a single continuation of your plea. those words were enough for him. it was supposed to be cold, but the heat emitting from your bodies felt like you were on fire.

he pushed himself inside, rolling his cock deep into you. your tight heat clenching around him, he muttered a curse. “you’re taking it so well,” he groans, tugging harder on your hair.

you whine out, calling his name. “..hah—oh, you’re so stunning. just keep saying my name, please.” he breathlessly laughs in between a moan, his voice slightly whining at the end.

he’s rocking his hips desperately, chasing ecstasy. every inch of you, every curve of your body; he wanted to feel it all. the friction of your tight walls closing in on his length felt like heaven.

you plead, “nhh! — ‘m gonna cum..! please, please..!” he smirks, “you’ve been so good for me, love. go on, cum.” you couldn’t hold on anymore — your eyes tearing up slightly, as you squeeze his hand as hard as you can trying to ride out your orgasm.

panting, he thrusts into you erratically, “i’m so close, love. just a little- more..! hhah..” he ruts himself inside of you, and not much longer until he lets out long ropes of thick, milky cum inside of you. he winces at his release, finally reaching his high.

he throbs there for a second, tensing up. once it’s over, he quickly pulls out, watching his release leak out of you. “let’s get you cleaned up, alright? i think the blizzard will pass in just a few more hours. all that tension’s made me sleepy.”

childe

childe is just the sweetest, he offered full of excitement to come home with him in snezhnaya to meet his big family

he was incredibly happy when you said yes to him! similarly to a child getting approval to get a toy from the market. he wrapped his arms around you super tight, squeezing and thanking you over and over again.

he promised you’d have fun and that he’d show you around every part of snezhnaya, because of course, he had the funds to do so. he wanted to go everywhere and anywhere with his lovely s/o <3

but your visit quickly came to an abrupt stop. it was expected, of course. you were from liyue, and couldn’t quite adapt to the shivering coldness of snezhnaya. you both had to stop for shelter and found a quiet place to stay.

though, what wasn’t expected was the way that childe’s soft, white, fur lined coat slid off his long shoulders. his smooth skin exposed along with his open, broad collarbones begging to be marked. the long sleeved corduroy lifting off of him, leaving your eyes to rest on his scarred chest that’s slightly patched with old blood soaked bandages wrapped around his torso.

“oh my.” you sigh. “‘jax, are you okay? were you being reckless while fighting again? i’ve told you a million times, be caref- mh..!”

he cut you off, his lips erratically pressed against yours. his tongue softly sliding into your mouth, your cheeks heating up. he pulled away, gulping. “don’t waste your breath worrying about me, it’s unusually cold today, even for me. i want you to stay warm.” he averts his gaze away from you, the corners of his lips slightly curling into a sneaky grin — happy that he got to kiss you.

“i’ll find a way to light a fire but i don’t think that’ll be enough to keep the both of us heated up. so, naturally, we will have an alternative as well — but not without your consent.” he reverts his eyes back to yours, playfully; but serious and stern. continuing his sentence, his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, “since the fire won’t last very long, we’ll need to use our bodies; without clothes.” he explained to you very thoroughly, continuing to tell you about how layers of clothes between the two of you while you share each other’s heat won’t be able to reach skin to skin contact with yourselves, therefore leaving one another cold.

“are you okay with that? i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, love.” he frowns, your cute boyfriend obviously trying his hardest to keep you safe and sound with him, in his arms.

you nod, “i’m okay with that, yeah. do you need any help starting the fire?” he shakes his head, “just wait here, ‘kay? i’ll go get everything for you!” he hurriedly runs off to find a heat source.

you sigh, getting the bed ready. it’s not unnatural to sleep with someone you love, but you’ve never actually done it before with childe. he was always way too busy; of course he sent you letters and what not but never actually stayed with you.

he soon comes back with said heat source and crawls his way into bed with you. he faces you, wrapping his soft arms around your waist and quietly kissing your forehead.

he chuckles, “you’re just so cute,” he leans his lips into yours, they linger there until he finally pulls back. “this is our first night actually together, hey?” he closes his eyes, pulling you in.

you hum, “yeah, it is. i wish we could do this all the time,” his body heats you up, making you feel warm inside. in all honesty though, you can’t keep dirty thoughts from rummaging in your mind.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to restrain yourself, being this close to him. he smelled so wonderful, like he always did. innocently pulling you in, without a clue in the world what you were thinking when you were alone, softly stroking yourself to the thought of him quivering under you.

you let a hot breath out, the air touching his neck. he shivered, wincing. “what was that for?” he laughs, breathily. you stare into his eyes — he doesn’t have a clue. you smirk, your mouth starting to trace his jawline. kissing beneath his chin, your lips dragging against his neck and nipping at the skin of it.

“h—ah.. cut it out..” he struggled to get his words out. he was unbelievably sensitive to your touch, your lips, the way you talked to him. you simply chuckled, “‘jax, you are just so clueless, aren’t you?” he whimpered, “what are you- doing.. nhh…” he squeezed his eyes shut.

you felt him harden, “what a dirty boy,” you giggle, “you like what i’m doing to you, hm?” he moans, unable to control himself vocally.

you snake your hand towards the bulge of his boxers, palming at the erection he has under the thin fabric. he groans, a whine bubbling from his throat. heat pooled in your lower abdomen, it turned you on so much.

your free hand makes it way to his heaving chest, tracing the scars with your fingertips. you pinch his hardened nipple, rubbing it slowly. he actually whines out, precum soaking where you’re teasing his cock.