#boba!post

“if you want you can, i wasn’t in the mood.”

“no i know, but can i stay in the room with you?” rintarou tilts his head up to seek your permission, closing his eyes as your hand comes to run through his hair. with a breathy giggle, you agree, making him roll off of you to reach into the bedside table for the lube.

you zone back into your book as he prepares himself, getting lost into the crisp pages as the storyline progresses. you were only stopped by the sound of a breathy whine coming next to you. glancing over, you make sure you’re not being too obvious, you see his right fist working up and down his cock slowly.

his boxers were completely off the bed and his shirt pulled over his chest. rintarou’s moans get less and less breather as he continues faster, the slick sound echoing through the once quiet bedroom. he turns his head to you and pants, sweat already forming at his temples.

you hadn’t realize this till now, but you felt a stir in your stomach from seeing rin in such a vulnerable state. biting your lip, you reach out and hold his free hand. a moan extracts from his mouth once more as he continues to thrust up into his fist.

“oh fuck, i’m gonna cum, shit!” he gasps and tenses up his abs as he tries to control himself. his hand tightens in yours and you squeeze in support as you watch him fall apart from his own fist. he tightens his grip at the base as the cum spills over his v line. the moan was silent but you could tell it was all he needed to be satisfied.

you reach over him to grab the tissues, helping him wipe down the mess. his eyes are shut but smiles over the fact you’re still taking care of him. his eyes peak open to look over at you as you lie back down. he takes your hand once more and slides it down your body to the hem of your pajama pants as if he can sense the stirring feeling in your core.

“your turn now, let me watch you.”

The red loading screen turns a familiar pitch black before fading to the opening scene. There sat the main man, blindfolded with his hands gripping onto the arm rests of the chair as he wore tight slacks along and half undone button down shirt. If one were to look closer, there would be a noticeable strain in his pants, but in an abnormal shape. He was already panting, his V-shaped bangs already tossled and stuck to his forehead.

Atsumu already feels himself stiffening up in his pants, imagining what the two of you have gotten yourselves into before the stream. He restrains himself from touching himself, anxious he’ll finish before anything happens. He drags his sweaty palms against his sweatpants clad thighs to dry off his hands, heart jumping when he sees you stalk into frame.

Your face was not in frame yet, though you wore your familiar face mask which have holes for you to see. Though your face was revealed in full detail, every little face contort from pleasure makes every viewer even more desperate, especially Atsumu.

Standing behind the chair, your hands run down the blindfolded man’s chest and to the front of his pants. He jolts in his seat as he feels pressure push down on his strained cock. Your fingers undoes his pants, revealing the caged up cock under the clothes.

“You’ve been so patient, haven’t you, baby? You worr this all day for me, even at work! you deserve a reward.” You coo softly, causing both Rintarou and Atsumu to shiver. The blonde watches intently at your fingers teasing the skin through the cage, his hand already wandering down the front of his pants. He thumbs at his tip and hissing at the contact, shuddering when he hears the man on the screen moan out.

Atsumu knows the man on the screen is packing, he has watched this couple for months now. But how did he fit into such a small cage. His face pales at the idea of trying to fit into the contraption, the humility of walking around with one on at practice or at the gym.

You take the key out of your bra, feeling the man in front of you tense up at the sound of keys. Quietly, you reach down to undo the cage as he babbles out pleas for you to hurry up.

Atsumu drools at the sight of Rin’s cock hardening right in front of him; squeezing his base, he restrains from too much movement to hold off till the good part.

“That’s it. So big for me.” You lean into his ear and whisper, looking into the camera as you wrap two hands around his cock. His moans stumble past his lips with every slow pump as he tries to thrust up for more. Atsumu whines pitifully as he follows how your hands move, already sweating and panting from the slow pace. He wonders how soft your hands would be around him or how big the man on the screen would be compared to him.

He hasn’t realized his eyes were closed until he heard shuffling from the stream. The two of you were switched positions, chair facing side ways as you grabbed onto the back of the seat. The brunette felt around clumsily as he feels your bent over body. His arms wrapped around your waist, rubbing against your clothed ass. He was panting like a mutt in rut, but he wasn’t any better than Atsumu behind his screen.

The faux blond was thrusting up into his tightening fists, panting as he already feels the pent up stress from the week almost burst from his body. He was so so close, just a little mo-.

“Stop it.”

He freezes and opens his eyes. The poor man on the screen freezes as well, whining in retaliation. You say nothing before reaching around to move your panties to the side. Your other hand goes to lead Suna’s cock into.

Right when his tip pushes through, he tighten his hold around your waist and thrusts at a rapid pace. He leaves no time for you to adjust, finally feeling the relief of your pussy wrapping around him. Your moans were fucked and forced passed your lips. If Atsumu looked close enough, he could see how your eyes roll back from the overwhelming pleasure.

The brunette was rutting into your cunt relentlessly as he chases his high. It has been sitting in his core for so long, Suna needed the quick release and he needed it now.

Atsumu felt his thighs tremble as his hand matched the pace of the man’s thrusts. Their moans harmonized together as they cum almost at the same time, one spilling into a cunnie raw and the other spurting all over his chests and fist.

But something felt off; why was it so short? Usually there was some extra foreplay.

The man watching peaks open his eyes, still huffing in exhaustion only to see his thrusts still going at the same pace. Tears stain the black blindfold that covers his eyes, whines and drool spilling past his strawberry pink lips.

“D-don’t till I cum! F-fuck!” You gasp and reach back to tug on his hair, using your other hand to keep your balance on the chair.

And Atsumu couldn’t help himself, stroking his sensitive cock until he’s hard again. His eyes roll back while the painful pleasure if overstimulation shoots through his nerves. Tears trickle out of his eyes, moaning out a name that he can’t quite comprehend at the moment. He hears the moans build up from the screen as he thrusts up feebly into his hands, cumming a few seconds before your own orgasms wracks through your own body.

Suna cums once more with a cry, burying himself deep into your hilt as he spills whatever he has left into you. His body shakes while gripping onto your waist to calm down.

The blond us spent, sprawled out on his chair and dazed over the two orgasms. He shivers in overstimulation as pretty little whines dribble past your lips. Too pleasured out to even realize that the stream ended until later.

He wipes himself down with his towel and reaches over, sending in a generous tip with a thank you as he does every stream.

"little whore, letting me make a mess of this pretty cunny." he laughs a bit and pulls out, watching you sob more into the plush from lost of his thick cock. his tip rubs against your sensitive clit, watching you close your legs and flinch away from sensitivity.

"n-no! don't touch m-me there." you sob and shake from the overwhelming waves of pleasure pulsing through your body. he coos at you and takes the comfort of the fox away from your arms, tossing it to the side to scoop you into his arms. you cling onto him with your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as his frame hides your smaller body under him - leaving no room for rintarou to budge out.

without warning, his tip presses pass the ring of muscle of your gaping pussy. your nails dig into his shoulders, crying out as you beg for him to stop and to slow down. but he says nothing in retaliation, only slowly nudging himself back in his rightful place. your breath hitches as his tip kisses your cervix, no more noise being emitted from you plush lips. eyes were hazy and mouth agape as he lazily humps your hole, an animalistic urge pulsing through him to stuff you full of his cum.

"such a pretty little girl, so good for me." rintarou whispers into your ear, gently licking the shell to feel your goosebumps form on your arms around his neck. your face flushes from the sweet praises along with the sound of gushing between your legs, tightening around him as you cream once more. rintarou groans from the pulsing of your cunt, spilling his load against your cervix.

"sh-shit that's it, baby. take it like a good girl." he moans, hands rubbing up and down of your sides, enjoying the soft skin forming goosebumps with ever touch.

his pulls away from you, gently grabbing your face so you look him in his eyes. but it was just as he expected - seeing your eyes glazed over looking in no particular direction. he chuckles and leans down to your parted lips, sucking on your tongue to hear some more whimpers.

he pulls away from your killer grip, kissing your face to get you to relax. he holds your hips as he slips his cock out of you, watching some cum bubble out. rin takes a hand and rubs your tummy, pressing down slowly to watch mound after mound of cum dribbling out.

"shit, petal. might have to stuff you all over again."

Of course you agree, you weren’t going to be rude to guests. You run to the door and open it for the two standing behind it. Your eyes first meet a lady, about the same age at your mother and then looking up to see a taller, lankier figure behind her. He was tall and had beautiful, fox-like eyes that never left his game console. You’d be lying if he wasn’t handsome, definitely your type which made you blush, because you know your mom was setting this all up.

“Hello, welcome! I’m (Y/N), please come in,” as you move out of the way for them to enter, you couldn’t help to notice the slight blush on his face when he glanced at you. His mother is cooing at you at how beautiful you are and how much you look like your mother, to which you accept the compliment as you walk them to the living room where your mother sets up tea.

The two older women greet each other and they brush both you and the boy away to hang out. You blush a little and smile up at him. “Shall we go to my room, then?”

Suna couldn’t help feeling a little nervous. Being in a room alone with a girl, a pretty one especially? He tries to shake off his nerves, pausing the game to follow you to your room. You continue to ask him basic questions like his name and what school he goes to. Supposedly he goes to Inarizaki as a third year, same year as you but you’re in the neighboring school. 

When you two get to the bedroom, you can’t help to feel a little embarrassed around him. He’s just so tall and gives off such a bored vibe, that you feel like you’re bothering him, but maybe he was just shy. Suna is just leaning on the wall, eyes still on the psp - every once in a while he glances up back at you when you aren’t looking. He takes in your thighs and how the skirt flatters your shape, do you have anything underneath? He feels the crotch of his pants strain slightly, so he slides down the wall to sit on the ground.

“Do you want to sit on the bed, Rintarou-kun?” you tilt your head, looking at him on the ground. Wasn’t he uncomfortable sitting there? Your thoughts were shut down when he gave you a curt no and continued to play on his game. Brushing off your anxiety, you go to sit next him to look over at what he was playing. His body tensed up as your scent wafted over him, glancing down at you and your curious eyes boring at the screen.

“What are you playing? Is it fun?” Pestering him with questions to get him to talk, but he barely budges as he only gives you ever more shorter answers than the last. It wasn’t that he was annoyed that you were asking him questions, he’s just trying to hide his fluster since you’re just so close to him. Are you always this touchy with strangers? God you smell so good, it’s already hard enough to be in your room. What would happen if he just pushed your head down to his crotch?

His thoughts were cut off when you got off of the floor, leaving him confused to why you’re getting up. You just didn’t want to bother him anymore, so you go to your bed, rolling on your stomach to scroll through your phone. The silence was comfortable to you, the only noise happens to be from your phone and Suna’s console. But to Suna, the silence was deafening, as he had a clear view of the small silk fabric that barrel covered your ass. Not wanting you to catch him looking, he keeps his console on so you think he’s still busy with his game. 

He takes out his phone, making sure his shutter is off, and continues to take pictures of your cute little panties. Suna’s mind wandered to the thought of you under him with only those pairs on, presenting your beautiful body for only him. What would you do if he climbed on top of the bed, pinning you down as he had his way with you. Would you push him off or would you let him continue? There was no doubt you were attracted to him, he saw you blush earlier so you must’ve thought of him being attractive in some way. Would you flip your skirt up and present your cute cunt for him to breed you, taking him load after load, no matter how sensitive you get. You’d have to keep quiet though, wouldn’t want to alarm your mothers, would you? Suna knows his strength, being in the volleyball club for all three years of high school as well as his height giving him an advantage to dominate you. You would be so cute telling him to stop and slow down on your poor, cum-filled cunt, but you’d take it like a good girl. He could tell that you’re a people pleaser just by looking at you.

Before he could keep imagining, you shifting around startled him. His pants strain around his crotch even tighter and his cheeks tinted in a slight pink. 

“Restroom? Where is it?” Suna asks, shocking you out of your trance on your phone. You turn back to look back at him, smiling at him. “Down the hall, on the right, next to my room.”

He excuses himself, stuffing his phone and psp into his pockets as he makes his way to the bathroom. Shutting the door, he sighs at the relief of privacy and looks around the bathroom. This must be your bathroom. Your skin care products were strayed on the sink counter, shower and tub had floral shampoo which he assumed was the reason why you smelled so good. Besides the tub, against the wall was your hamper full of your worn clothes. He goes to open it and his eyes shine at the sight of a few used panties scattered around. He grabs a few and stuffs them in his pocket, keeping hold of the pink lacey ones and takes a hesitant sniff. If his cock could get any harder, it just did. Suna pulls his pants down to jerk off over the toilet as he sniffs your cute little lace. 

He thinks back to what he would’ve done to you earlier in the bedroom, thinking about you calling out his name so he could fill you up. You’d be such a good girl for him, let him use your cunt to breed and fill you up. His orgasm built up so fast at the thought of you, almost falling off the edge and muffling his moans into your panties.

“Rintarou-kun?” You call for his name right when streaks of white cum shoot into the toilet. He grunts and hides the moan, panting softling. “Y-yeah, I’ll be out soon.”

After cleaning up and making sure the panties are stuffed safely in his pocket, he opens the door to see your sweet, smiling face staring back at him. You definitely notice the blush, but you assume he was just shy around you. “Your mother was calling for you to go, do you want to exchange numbers or something?” A flush cover both of you as you ask the question. He nods and exchanges phones for you to type each other's number. 

After that, you two never really talk or text, only every once in a while. When the Spring High Tournament comes around, Suna hears his name being called by a familiar voice. He turns to see you, running to him and waving, wearing Karasuno gear and the skirt you wore the last time you saw him. 

“(Y-Y/N)?” Suna blushes, he definitely didn’t forget you after that one faithful day. His heart was racing and guilt rushed through his body, “What are you doing here? I don’t remember you going to Karasuno?”

kaeya

slender but thick, if you get what i’m saying. firm grip is always on his sword and his prominent veins are always seen. they are seen as rough but not as rough as his brother’s, seemingly more soft and gentle. but the way his hands grip your hair to pull you in any direction he want has you assuming he’s toying you just like how he toys with his weapon.

albedo

not as big as the other but extremely soft and well taken care of. he has a light hand especially when it comes to alchemy. an absolute perfectionist, he never allows his hands to get too messy and will never be seen without a fresh manicure. the way he treats his hands translate to how gentle he treats you. his hands rake through your hair, allowing him to see your face wet with tears of euphoria.

zhongli

long, slender hand which are still rough due to constant use of his polearm. his control is extremely accurate with each spin of his weapon. though his hands seem to be so nimble to the point they may break, they hold immense strength. his touches are just as accurate as his control with his weapon. he presses down on every right spot on your body, knowing you, in and out, like the back of his hand.

🏷: @honeykeigo @sir-rin @stfucanunot

“C’mon, ya were doing so well, princess. What happened?” The faux blond teased, tightening the grip on your hair. Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes as you continue to take Atsumu’s cock. You ignore the tears as you shoot him a sharp glare. He knows exactly what he is doing, pushing your head without warning, causing you to choke at the sudden movement.

Atsumu hums and lets go as he sits back on the couch, getting comfortable as you continue to work your mouth on him. He lets out the occasional moan with his head thrown back on the cushions. A loud ping coming from his phone shocks you, shifting your glance to him as he picks the phone off the armrest to read the text. As he reads it and smirks, running his fingers back into your hair. The affectionate touch elicits a moan out of you, causing Atsumu to shiver a little. 

You weren’t paying attention to what Atsumu was doing until a loud ringing jolts you to start pulling off. He sends you another mischievous smirk pushing your head gently, messaging for you to continue what you were doing. Your mind panicking as you could tell the call was a Facetime call, though your body betrays you as arousal forms in your core. Thighs clench together, trying to calm your soaking cunt. You whine softly around him and take more of him, breathing through your nose so you can deep throat him.

“Yo.”

(E/c) eyes shoot open wide and pull up from his cock, as the sound of Suna’s voice echoes through your ears. Red flushes across your chest as you continue due to Atsumu’s hand forcing your head back up and down.

“Hey, yer busy right now?” Atsumu does not sound the slightest bothered but it is obvious what could be happening. Suna isn’t stupid, he can see the hair clinging onto his forehead due to sweat, he can see the pink painting his cheeks, and if he was to listen closely on the highest volume, he can hear you quietly gagging and moaning. He isn’t stupid, but he knew his friend was so he’ll entertain him for now. 

“Nah what’s up,” Suna hums, ignoring the fact that Atsumu is mirking, thinking he’s getting away with it. You also know that Atsumu is not getting away with it, the obvious clues pointing to his face, but the man just blames it on the fact that he just finished his work out. Being the little brat you are, you try to get him to spill a moan. From pulling off to suck his tip to jacking him off to suck on his balls lightly. Though every moan was covered up with a cough, which again was too obvious so Suna finally brings you up.

“Isn’t (Y/N) with you? What’s she up to right now?” Suna mirrors the smirk Atsumu wears on his face, though the blonde doesn’t realize it. “Ah that’s why I called, had to show ya somethin.”

You panic as your nose is buried in his neat bush, as it is too late to pull off. The camera is pointed at your sweet face, your doe eyes boring into the camera as tears start to well up from humiliation and arousal. Atsumu reaches out to wipe the tears away and tells you to continue your movements. You can tell Atsumu was close by the way his legs start to twitch and his jagged breathing, but his phone was held still, keeping the focus on how well you’re taking him. You make it more of a show so you can impress the man on the other side of the screen.

“She takes it good, doesn’t she?” Suna comments as Atsumu moans, using that as a sign of confirmation. Once more, he cards his fingers through your hair once more, pulling you off. Your face is a mess, covered in spit and tears, mouth still hanging open as Atsumu pump his cock. After a couple strokes, he lets out a whine and a drawn out moan as he paints your face with white, some landing on your tongue. Suna can’t help but to groan at the sight, causing you to turn more red if it’s even humanly possible. 

he tends to have a sophisticated aura around him while standing with respectable posture, knowing almost everying that has happened in liyues history. you had done some of his commissions, but he did follow along each time.

zhongli joined you while you did his errands, seemingly odd as he is paying you for something he can easily do on his own. but every time he was around you, he told extravagant stories about the history of liyue and how it came to be. it left you hanging onto every word he says that now, you try and visit whenever you can to see him at the parlor. and whenever you seem like you were going to be a bother, he was already waiting for you with a second cup of tea.

you stare at the flower in hand before wincing at the feeling of sharp pain running up your arm. the bandage wrapping your arm was soaked red which signals that you should go back to the pharmacy and get checked up.

your tired legs drag you back to walking the trail, making way to your destination. but before you can tell where you were heading, you open the front door of the parlor. his eyes were already looking at you, though a client was standing befor him while talking business. you tiredly smile and wave at him, flower still clutched in your hand.

“excuse me,” zhongli politely waves off the client, telling him that he is off work for the day to tend to your needs. before he says anything, he reaches a hand up to your red cheek with a look of concern plastered on his face. his hand lifts your wounded arm to take a look before leading you up the stairwell to his respective room.

once the door closes behind the two of you, it hits that you realize that you have only been his office but never his room. the room glowed a warm amber from the many lanterns that lit up the area.

“little miss, you must be more careful with yourself. the bubu pharmacy would have been a better location to visit than me,” zhongli sighs and sits you down on the cushioned seat. he takes out whatever material he has to clean and heal you up.

your face turns red as he uses his teeth to pull each at the glove off of each finger, gently folding to place them on the table. zhongli removes his coat and hangs it up before taking a seat next to you. his slender fingers undo the wrapping on your arm and gently wipe down your wound. you were too focused on how close he was to you.

you didn’t realize how hard you were chewing on your bottom lip until a metallic taste dribbled onto your taste buds. zhongli looks up after finishing his wrap and watching you touch your bloody lip.

“i barely told you two minutes ago to be careful with yourself,” he huffs out a breathy laugh and places his clean hand on your cheek, thumbing away the blood. it was suffocating how dense his aura is, feeling as if he was going to swallow you whole right there.

“why not take a bath, refreshen a bit. don’t mind if you get the bandage wet, i can always replace it.” his hand comes to rest on the top of your head. you blush and nod, accepting the extra clothing he hands over to you as he ushers you to the bath.

he lets you have your time alone to wash up, letting the hot steam seap beneath your skin. you havent felt a comfort of a bath in what felt like ages. though you have hopped in some clean springs to wash up whatever you could, the warmth of an indoor bath never felt better.

you clear your mind over how flustered you were earlier, it wasn’t like you to act this way around zhongli. he always felt more like a good friend you could just sit around with for a while, but now you felt as if there was tension between the two of you. maybe you were just overreacting and he’s just being kind.

you sigh and hop out of the bath, drying yourself off with the towel he had provided you. after completely dry off, you slip on the loose fitting clothes he had offer you. you find him still sitting at the table, this time with two cups of tea.

“thank you, for taking me in.” you take a seat and smile at him, cheeks still red from the steaming bathroom, and possibly from how he made you blush earlier. zhongli nods and takes a sip from his tea, enjoying the comfortable silence. you didnt realize his eyes were on you while you sipped your tea.

“why is it that, once you finally get a break, instead of taking a rest, you come to me.”

the question took you by shock and if you weren’t speechless then, you definitely are now. turn to look at him and his eyes bore into yours, and they started to look like they were glittering gold, brighter than his usual self.

“i- i don’t know, i’m sorry.” you stutter as you advert your gaze away from him, shying away from his intense stare.

“there is no matter in apologizing, i am simply curious to why you enjoy my presence,” zhongli gently pinches your chin between his index and thumb to force you to look him in the eye, “though i may know why you come to me now.”

it happened so fast - zhongli’s lips were against yours leading you. it was so gentle yet firm, making sure you know he was in charge. you felt almost breathless the way he kisses you; his fingers were still holding your chin while his other hand holds onto your thigh, squeezing the flesh gently. he suckles on your tongue, peaking his eye open a little to see you dazed and flustered.

a trail of spit connects your tongues as he pulls away, retracting his hands as he prepares to apologize. your hands grab his wrists and whine, trying to tug him back.

“don’t go, please. i need more.” you whine, letting your guard down as his eyes grow softer. you were in such a needy state and had made all this way just to join him. so it didn’t take much convincing for him to lift you up and take you to his bed.

you have spent nights camping out, having no time to go back home and rest up. when coming in contact with the silk sheets has you melting in the soft comfort. not only were the sheets were bringing you comfort, but zhongli’s lips could rival the softness of the bed.

he kisses down the column of your neck, nibbling the skin to draw out your pitiful whines. your arms loop around his neck to keep him close, not wanting for you to leave you cold and alone in the bed, but it was evident that he wasn’t going to be leaving any time soon. and there was that familiar scent again; glaze lillies and the hint of silk flowers made it all more comforting.

“is this alright?” zhongli fumbles a bit with your clothes, only to continue when you nod in confirmation. he undoes your clothing, taking every piece off gently as he knew you were still injured. his kisses were placed intricately onnyour skin, making sure to place more gentle kisses on your injuries. you felt rather embarrassed, being the only one half naked, pushing his shoulder gently.

“speak up, you have to tell me what you want.” he pulls away, taking place between your thighs and massaging the soft flesh under his bare hands. your hands reach out to grab at his tie, tugging on the fabric.

“please take it off, please. this is embarrassing.” you whine as your face flush a brighter red. he laughs a bit and undoes his tie, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

“you just had to say so, darling. besides, i would not say no to you.” he shrugs off the rest of his clothing, undoing his pants right in front of you. you stare at his chest, a gold tattoo in a geometric pattern was centered on his sternum. it was as if your hand had a mind of it’s own, coming to touch the somewhat glowing decal. he was warm under your hand, heartbeat thumping normally compared to your own anxious heart. his hand comes to rest on top of yours, pressing it closer to his chest.

“i will explain more on a later date, i know you do enjoy my stories. for now let me take care of you.” his fingers intertwine with yours as he leans down to kiss your inner wrist where your pulse is felt against his lips. you nod, preferring to wait for the story on a later time, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close.

your feet kick up when you feel his clothed cock presses against you. you can already tell that he was thick as he grinded up against you, drawling out sweet whines out of your mouth. he trail soft kisses down your neck, kissing between your breast and palming them in his hands. his mouth was then met with the heat kf your clothed cunt. though you were separated by your panties, you could feel his hot breath fanning against you.

zhongli looks up at you, silently asking for permission and once you nod, he slips off the panties. tossing it to the side, he hooks your knees over his shoulders and runs his tongue through your folds gently. your eyes widen and your hands were immediately clutching at his hair.

he hums as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves. you were already bucking your hips against his mouth, moaning uncontrollably. his hand comes to your mouth and slips his middle and ring finger into your mouth. you moan and suck on them immediately, one hand freeing his hair to grip his wrist.

he pulls away and spits on your cunt, as if you were soaking the bed underneath you already. the hot liquid melds with your slick, running down your cunt. he takes his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of spit connecting your lips to the tips of your fingers. cooing at your embarrassment, he slides a wet finger into your cunt.

“a-ah.” you stutter out, gripping the pillows behind you.

“alright, do we need to slow down?” he rubs your thigh lightly, goosebumps growing on your skin under his palm. you shake your head and grind down against his hand to urge him to continue.

he kisses your clit as he continues to tease you with only one finger, trying not to laugh when you whine. you couldn’t even voice out your needs, only squirming under him.

once he finally slides the second finger, it already felt like perfection. he had his lips still attached to your pulsing nub as he scissored you open, curling his fingers a bit and holding your hips down with a firm hand when you get to squirmy. the familiar tight knot was already forming in your core, gummy walls clamping around his fingers as you try your best to grind your clit on his tongue.

he watches with hooded eyes as you ride out your orgasm, even pushing you past the brink to draw tears of pleasure out of your glossy eyes. only when you start to nudge him off he pulls away, looking down at you flustered body and heaving chest as you try and catch your breath.

your eyes wander down his chest as you try to catch your breath, seeing the noticable buldge through his boxers.

“don’t need to worry about me, darling. this is enou-.” before he can finish his sentence you weakly tug at the hem of his boxers, whining.

“no, need you too, please.” you plea, pushing down the clothing. his hard cock slaps his thigh, hanging heavy and hard from watching you lose yourself on his tongue. he doesn't flinch, but you do; you were shocked by his sheer size. you blush and look away when you catch yourself staring, whining when you hear his low chuckle.

“you wanted this, now don’t look away.” zhongli grabs your face to force you to make eye contact with him. he smiles in satisfaction, releasing your cheeks from his grips so you can watch him grab the base of his dick with the same hand. it was obvious that he was bigger than others, thicker than average, but when he slaps his cock gently against your sensitive cunt, it made it all more obvious.

“this little cunt of yours, so small. will you be good and take all of me?” zhongli leans in to whisper in your ear. shivers run down your spine as you whine out a small yes, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

he laughs a bit and positions himself, letting his top nudge at your hole. your breath hitches as he pushes past the first ring of muscle, going tense from the uncomfortable stretch. zhongli knows his size, pausing every once in a while.

he does, however, enjoy how cute you get when he wont hurry up. he sometimes hold his positions for you to adjust because he says he knows what you need. but once he bottoms out, you felt the air knock out of you. your vision goes white as you convulsed under him, thighs tightening around his waist.

zhongli coos as drool dribbles out of your mouth, feeling your walls barely clamp around him. his hand gently pats your cheek, squishing them to shake your limp head. he starts to roll his hips, watching you squirm.

“thats it, good morning, dear.” he smirks as you blink your eyes open. he was trying to hide the fact that he was proud that he made you pass out on him because of his sheer size, but it was evident on his face. you gasp as his tip kisses your cervix, grabbing his shoulder to find some stability.

his thrusts were smooth and slow, letting you adjust to him. but you start begging for more and more, only making him follow your needs. from soft to brutal, his hips were bruising up your thighs with every thrust. you were rendered speechless under him, only squealing when he pushes your knees up, folding you into a mating press.

“sh-shoo deep! t-too deep!” you cry put, clinging to the pillows as he ignores your pleas. he grunts as his bangs cling to his sweaty forehead. your eyes cross and toes curl as hes reaching farther than before.

you couldn’t tell if it was your imagination but you saw a faint golden glow coming from the tip of zhongli’s hair. but it wasn’t the time to think about the cause of light, only having the brain power to go dumb on his cock.

“doesn’t seem like you’re complaining anymore. good girl, i know what yok need.” zhongli growls animalistically, causing you to clamp on him tighter. you squeal and cum once again, squeezing to urge him to cummin you. he groans at the tightening feeling as he releases into you. he continues to thrust to ride out each other’s orgasm, mainly focusing on you. each thrust, more of his cum overflows out of you, making an absolute mess out of each other and the sheets.

you two are panting to the same rhythm, holding onto each other as if it was the the last time you two would see each other. he nudges his nose against yours, pressing a soft kissagainst your lips. you barely could kiss back, letting him do whatever he wanted. he pulls out out of your puffy cunny, flipping over onto his back to hold you to his chest.

“maybe it was the best idea to visit me instead of the pharmacy, my cure seems to be better than anything baizhu could come up with.” zhongli laughs a bit, grabbing your wrist before you could playfully slap his chest. he holds you close for a while, hair still glowing but dimming down as the mood dies down.

“zhongli wha-.”

“how about i explain this all while we take another bath. this slimy feeling is bringing back horrid memories, lets wash up.”