#fatui harbinger

“Pantalone?” 

You poked your head through the gap of the door once you heard nothing but silence. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, the room empty and not a single sign of where he might have gone. An idea struck you, sighing as you finally made a realization.

“Oh, don't tell me he is doing that again…” You let out a groan of frustration, eyes rolling as you step out of the room to find him. 

After taking only a few steps, your senses were hit with the familiar scent of burning wood. 

A grimace immediately coated your face. With no other option, you follow the trail of the familiar scent. 

“And what do you think you’re doing, Feofan?” You come out from behind, arms crossed and a scowl complementing you.

Pantalone simply chuckled at the sight of you, lowering the cigarette he had between his fingers before dropping and lightly stomping over it.

“Darling, I simply just had to take a short break… from all those… idiotic vermins residing inside our enclosure. You would understand the predicament I was in, right?” His voice  —smooth and charming as ever  —attempted to coax your souring mood. 

“Hah?” 

Your voice let out a scuff growl, mocking his explanation of the cause of his actions.

He let out a nervous laugh, noticing that what he said only made you more irritated. He put both his hands up near his chest in feint resignation and surrender. 

“Oh, but I did not do such things in front of you. You simply found me here, won’t you consider that as good behavior from me?” He tried to reason out to you.

Having enough of his poorly veiled sarcasm, you threw out petty insults right at him. Though it seems like it all went in one ear and out the other. It only made him chuckle in fascination towards your attitude. He let you at it for a while before sighing, wanting to finally end your relentless curses.

Unaware of his scheming look, his fingers pinched your nose easily, stopping you from your spiteful words. 

But before you could let out a noise of protest, his lips connected with yours.

He hungrily moved his lips, seeing your mouth had a slight gap  —he took it as an opening for his tongue to slip in. You let out a mix of a whine and groan from the taste of the cigarette lingering from him  —yet addicting to take in this manner. A grin painted his face as he let out a breathy laugh, sucking your tongue to tease and entice you further.

One of his hands clasped around your throat, his thumb rubbed the ridges on the center. His other hand gripped the hairs on your nape, guiding you with confidence. You hold on to his chest in a tight manner, indicating your struggle after kissing him for a while which causes him to notice your breathless self. Having had enough fun from silencing you and how you seem to need to take some fresh air, he parted his lips with a smile.

Your head lowered, panting in relief that you could now breathe. Once you composed yourself, you looked up at him  —annoyed but soft.

“Don’t look at me like that my dear. I am sure you enjoyed and relished that quite thoroughly.” He teased.

“Well I tasted the cigarette from your mouth anyway and it was disgusting!” You glared once more.

You blink at him, and be tilts his head, awaiting for your answer. His long hair brushing over your body, almost tickling your skin.

Fuck, if he could only chase you down slowly with the mask on—

“ah, y-yeah,” you clear your throat, trying to get yourself together to gently push his back against the headboard, his legs spreading wide for you. His cock jutted proudly from within the tight confinements, fingers barely brushing over his impressive girth, making his breath hitch in response.

You swallow thickly before wrapping your hand around the shaft, raising your hips to attempt to take him all at once. Even when you were already well prepped and dripping for him, taking him in always seemed like a challenge…

His hands trembled slightly as they gripped your hips, helping to guide you to position above him. He always got to handle with care.

Oh and the moment you started sinking down his cock, taking in the head before making your way further down, down—

his head fell back against the headboard, and if it weren't for the mask, you'd see just how much of a panting mess he was being. Nonetheless, he looks equally as hot with the mask on.

The first groan left his lips as your warm cunt stretched around him, and he rolled his hips upwards, burying himself deeper inside you until there was nothing left to take in.

So full.

You couldn't wait before you were already slamming your hips into him, making him startled by the sudden movement of you bouncing up and down, up and down, jaw clenched so tight when he glanced down to witness the way his cock would disappear and reappear from inside you.

His hands slid down to grip your ass, kneading the firm globes as he helped you move above him. You were already in another world, expression too fucked out to comprehend any other feelings.

“my darling wife,” capitano couldn't help but match your movements, thrusting upwards, burying himself as deep inside you as he could go. The head of his cock kissed your cervix everytime you slammed your hips down to the hilt, and he could feel your gummy walls fluttering around him, clenching and releasing in a desperate rhythm that soon made him all fucked out.

“C-cum with me,” you whine, your thrusts growing sloppier with each passing second, nails scraping any place you find untoched on his body before you could cry his name out beautifully when you spasm around him, like you were trying to squeeze the life out of him—

Taking your body in his arms, he thrust upwards one final time as he felt his own release approaching. His balls tightening, his cock throbbing and pulsing within your wet heat.

And there it was, his hips jerked erratically before he spilled inside you.

Capitano could feel his cum flooding, could feel the warmth of it spreading through your body, and could literally feel it leaking out of your sweaty and panting figure.

“… is this what you wanted?” You take the time to ask, and you're only met with heavy breaths and his limp body.

But he nods afterwards.

"next time you could praise me more," oh, he's intrigued.

"maybe sprinkle some degrading words," alright, so you liked it different sometimes. "And then pull my hair a bit," okay, he's a bit concerned but he can do that for you.

"maybe choke me too—"

"... Darling, were you tortured before? I worry for you."