#fullconstellation

kazuha: this man fucking loves to give head. you think it’s a joke at first, or that he’s on his knees begging for a taste just to please you. little do you know, his mouth waters at the mere thought of you unraveling under his tongue — unraveling because of him. the man is obsessed with you in the best of ways. he’s of course not opposed to receiving, but he never expects you to do it. he’s perfectly happy with his head between your thighs, proving his mouth worthy of more than just reciting poetry.

albedo: pleasures you like it’s a science. one that he’s perfected, of course. to be fair, he’s probably done more than his share of research on the topic — the man can’t help but satiate his curiosity. and what better test subject than you? the one so pliant under his touch, always unquestioning in your devotion and eager for his attention. each suck and swirl of his tongue is with intent, the blond monitoring your every reaction. and of course, as any good researcher knows, multiple rounds of testing must be done for truly conclusive results.

scaramouche: he’d rather die than have you know how much he enjoys giving head, but secretly he longs to watch you fall apart at the seams. being a bit of a sadist, he can’t help but make you beg at least a little before pleasuring you, taking his time with taunting you along the way. nipping at your skin and sucking deep bruises into your thighs. but gods, is it worth it. the possessive glint in his eyes and the insistence on proving that he’s the best you’ve ever had is enough to make the begging worth it.

xiao: surprisingly good at it. he’d be shy at first, as he is starting off with most new forms of intimacy. but once his tongue makes contact with you and he hears the sigh you let out, he knows what he has to do. and he’ll do anything to hear those sweet sounds fall from your lips again. once he gets a taste of your cum, he won’t stop going down on you until you’re begging him to stop from oversensitivity. but, lucky you, he’s just found his new favorite activity.

But once he notices your hurried demeanor, he takes the cue, helping to pack up the salvageable remnants of your picnic and shuffling you under a nearby tree.

Now under the leaves’ temporary shield from the storm, Albedo reaches for your hand and helps you set down the supplies bundled in your arms. Once your arms were free he pulls you into his embrace, a warm blanket shielding you from the cold that teased your now-wet skin.

Here, you’re able to appreciate the rain as he does.

Here, you find your calm in the storm.

You can’t help but admire Albedo’s curiosity; you always do. Beauty radiates from him, fair eyelashes fluttering as he watches the storm clouds pass by, blonde hair sprinkled with rain droplets and frizzy from the humidity.

Once home, he’ll shed you both of your damp clothes as he warms the shower water, only to gently work shampoo into your scalp and massage your tense shoulders. He’ll make sure that an afternoon picnic gone wrong doesn’t sour the rest of your day — although, you wouldn’t consider it to have gone wrong.

In fact, you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

･:*:･ﾟ☆ kaeya

A glimmer of mischief will shine in Kaeya’s eyes as the first droplets sprinkle across your skin and blanket.

He himself won’t mind the small shower, so as you’re packing things up and rushing to move under the nearby building’s awning, Kaeya shakes his head at you with a chuckle.

Which you yourself didn’t think twice about until he reached to grab your waist, making you drop your things as he pulled you against his chest.

“What,” he laughs by your ear, lips grazing your skin. “Is my sugar cube gonna melt away?”

You playfully slap his forearm and he buries his face into your neck, planting an open-mouthed kiss against the already wet skin. His soft hum tickles you, stifling your instinctual moves to escape his grip. “Mm, well you still taste so sweet.”

Despite the rain, he’ll continue his planting of small kisses across your neck up to your ear before turning you around, pressing your bodies together. One scan of the lust painted over gifs face is all it takes for you to give in to his touch, lips crashing and tongues fighting as you embrace his desires.

You’re both thoroughly drenched by the time the light storm passes, clothes sticking to the contours and curves of your body and accentuating the muscles under Kaeya’s top.

All the two of y’all can do is laugh at the situation you’ve found yourselves in, to which Kaeya suggests with a wink that the only way to fully dry off is to rid yourselves of your clothes. The comment earns him yet another gentle slap to his arm.

That said, you can’t help but agree you reach home.

･:*:･ﾟ☆ childe

The second that the rain begins to fall, you grab whatever you were tinkering with and rush for the nearby tree’s cover. Childe, however, stays planted on the blanket with a smirk stretched wide across his face, head shaking as he chuckled at your urgency.

When he finally notices your pout in his direction, his smirk morphs into a hearty laugh.

"Is a little rain really so scary, my love?”

He’ll get up slowly and amble towards you, a devilish look in his eyes that you know better than to trust. It’s then that he rests one hand by your head against the tree’s trunk, the flame sparking in his gaze a sharp contrast to the cool raindrops that prickle your skin.

His voice drops an octave as he leans towards you, his warm breath by your ear now all you can focus on. “It’s not like you haven’t been plenty wet before.”

Never before have you slapped his arm so quickly, and Childe can’t help but throw his head back into a laugh. Crimson spreads across your cheeks and, despite your teasing frustration, a smile creeps its way across your lips.

A smile that immediately changes to a playful scowl when a small wave of water meets your front. With none other than Childe, of course, as the perpetrator of such an attack.

Using both his hydro vision and the falling rain, Childe splashes you with water, making you and your clothes equally as drenched as he was. You can’t be mad, though — not when the smile on his face is one of pure joy, when the light in his eyes is a bright star pushing through the storm clouds.

And you most certainly can’t be mad when you both simultaneously notice the way your clothes now hug your bodies, muscles and curves accentuated and on-display for the other. Merely one glance up and down his chest has Childe grabbing you and whisking you to the nearest secluded area for some other testing of his hydro skills.

･:*:･ﾟ☆ zhongli

Ah yes, Zhongli. A true gentleman.

He’ll notice the storm clouds as they roll in and will bring you to shelter before a drop of rain even gets the chance to meet the grass.

Picnic plans having officially gone awry, Zhongli instead walks you into Liyue’s square, lending you his coat jacket as a shield from the downpour on the short journey. You find yourselves in a tea shop, where he orders you both warm brewed drinks to warm you up.

Your plans for the day are far from ruined by the storm; instead, you get to sit besides Zhongli for warmth, a hot tea cup in your hands as you listen to yet another one of his stories. He’s sure not to dominate conversation, though, listening as you share your own memories of rainy days past.

Once the storm passes he takes you home, where together you unrobe and slip into the warm bathwater he drew. Submerged up to your neck, you rest your head against Zhongli’s broad chest, warmth radiating from both the heated water and from his mere presence.

Storms roll back into the hills of Liyue, which you watch from the window besides the bath. The echos of distant thunder mixed with Zhongli’s smooth fingertips rubbing circles into the tight spots of your neck lull you into near sleep, the sensation of soft lips against your neck the only thing keeping you awake.

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You chuckled at his submission. Sure, you were used to his flipping between dominant and submissive styles in the bedroom; if anything, it’s what you about loved most in your intimate relationship.

But for it to be so sudden, so hopeless, was something new.

Your lover on his knees, eyes level with your own, was a sight to behold. Instinctively, you made another tug at the chain around his neck, bringing his back to be straight and eyes meeting yours.

“What a good boy,” you cooed.

Out of the corner of your eye you couldn’t help but notice his arousal testing the strength of his pants’ zipper. In a moment of desire to tease, you ran your bare foot up the inside of his thigh, skirting lightly over the clothed tip of his erection. 

The pressure earned you a shudder from Thoma, a soft groan slipping past his throat. Just as he attempted to press into your touch, seeking greater pressure, you clicked your tongue and lowered your foot.

“Ah ah ah,” you teased. “Not so fast.” Thoma whimpered; had you not been looking him in the eyes, burning with lust, you would have stopped in your tracks at the noise. Now, though, you were only encouraged to continue on.

“Up,” you ordered.

Swiftly and without a moment’s hesitation, he moved to his feet, standing before you with his head bowed down. Deciding to see how far you could get, you patted your lap. Thoma cocked his eyebrow, questioning your intention until you motioned for him to sit.

Straddling you, his cheeks turned a shade of light pink. He always was flustered when you had him like this, in the same situation he put you in night after night. The mere memory had his bulge growing impatiently in your lap, pressing lightly against your abdomen. You chuckled, amused by your partner’s eager need.

You danced your fingertips up his thighs, trailing faint lines with your nails and eliciting a shudder. You took your time with unbuttoning his shirt, placing light kisses on his chest with each button you unhooked. The rise and fall of his chest rapidly increased, a clear indicator of his approval.

Once free of his shirt, you ran your nails over the expanse of his chest, tracing circles over his pecs and abdomen. You leaned forward and planted soft kisses across his rising chest, peppering them upwards until you reached his sweet spot in the crook of his neck.

He lolled his head to the side and you grinned against his skin before gently sucking the surface, scattering love marks across his neck and collarbones. As you nipped and sucked at the skin, your thumbs ran slow, tedious circles over his nipples, to which he shuddered and arched into your touch.

Finally releasing his neck from your attack, you grinned at him as you leaned back onto the mattress, finger lacing with his silver chain and giving it a light tug in your direction. Thoma looked back and forth between his tags and the bed, raising an eyebrow as if contemplating is next move. His eyes were alight with the same feral flame that you’d seen the first time you touched his dog tags.

Within seconds, your hands were pinned above your head with one hand, his other caressing your cheek.

“Did you really think I’d let you off that easy?” With a devilish smirk, Thoma leaned down to kiss your jawline, trailing his lips down your neck with the occasional tug at your skin. You were his now; his to toy with, his to taunt.

Not that you minded.

You gasped when he tugged at your sweet spot with his teeth before sucking at the skin, working away to leave his mark on you, his claim to you.

Just as agonizingly slow as you had done to him, he unbuttoned your shirt at a glacial pace, placing kisses down your chest until reaching the top of your shorts. One stripe with his tongue from the seam of your pants to your navel was enough to make you shudder, legs finding a place hold around his torso.

With a smirk, he unbuttoned your pants and slipped them off, pausing to admire the view he now had of your shivering body clad only with your undergarments.

“Mmm,” he hummed, leaning towards your core and nudging the fabric of your underwear with his nose. “So ready for me, I see,” he whispered, the warm flow of his breath on your core sending chills up your spine. You couldn’t help but press your heels into his back.

“Hah, don’t worry darling,” he chuckled, adoring your 180-flip from dominating to submissive. “I’m getting there.”

Answering your silent pleads, he hooked the fabric with his thumbs and tugged it down your legs, moving back up to rest his head between your thighs. As coy as he was pretending to be, the pink flush of his cheeks gave away his mutual excitement and need. If he wasn’t kneeling at the end of the bed, the increasing press of his arousal against his pants would have been all the more telling.

Without a moment to spare, Thoma licked a stripe up your lips before pressing his tongue further, flicking your bud with unexpected intensity. You sighed loudly, the built-up tension finally meeting its need. He grinned against you as he continued his exploration, sure to make quick circles over your clit with his tongue as he did so.

It didn’t take long for the tension to grow too heavy, too much to bear.

“Thoma, please,” you whimpered, hands gripping his golden locks and pressing him further against you. He nodded, a silent approval and acknowledgement of your need.

His increasingly quick, harsh work of your clit was all it took for the pressure in your core to erupt, sending chills across your body and unnoticed moans past your lips. Your heels pressed further into his back and nails tugged at his scalp, simultaneously seeking relief and also more of his tongue’s work.

Thoma drank you in as you worked down from your high, savoring every second and drop of your arousal as he treated it like his last meal, like he was a hungry man.

Once you released the pressure of your heels on his back and your grip in his hair, Thoma stood upright, bulge once again in-view. He looked you in the eyes as he swiftly removed what remained of his own clothing, cock springing free and crying for attention. He crawled over you, immediately attacking your lips and tongue with his own, rutting his erection against your sensitive core. You moaned into the kiss, hips bucking upwards despite the sensitivity, wanting nothing more this entire time than to feel him inside of you.

As if able to read your mind, Thoma moved his lips down to your neck as he fondled your breast, using his other hand to position his cock at your entrance. He lifted his head, waiting for your consent, before gently pushing into you.

Slowly, he worked in small thrusts until bottoming out entirely, at which point your eyes were glazed over and mouth hung open in pleasure. The mere feeling of him inside you finally was enough to bring you clamping around him, eliciting groans from your lover and signaling that he could move.

What were once slow thrusts sped into faster ones, moving just right to hit your pleasure point over and over again. The hand fondling your nipple moved down to your torso, pressing against your lower stomach to accentuate the repeated pressure on your g-spot.

You cried out at the sensation, eyes squeezed shut as you rocked your hips with his own thrusts. It wasn’t long until the sensation brought you near your second peak; the twitching of his cock inside of you and his soft moans into your neck were enough to tell you that he was almost there too.

One final squeeze of his cock was the last straw for you both. “Cum for me baby,” he grunted against your skin, nipping at your sensitive spot and sending you over the edge with added pressure to the small bulge formed by him at your torso.

Euphoria took over your body once again, sending shockwaves of energy over your body, rendering your body uncontrollable in its spasms. Your pulsing brought Thoma to his own release, warm filling your core as you finished in sync.

The minty, warm breath of your lover panting against your neck grounded you as you came down from your high, hand coming up to rest in his hair. You laid like this, in silent stillness, for what felt like hours, listening to nothing more than the sound of your heartbeats and breath stabilizing.

Plush lips peppered kisses across your cheeks, meeting your lips for a soft, brief moment before he tucked his head back in your neck. Still inside of you, he draped his leg slightly across yours, nestling in for a moment’s rest.

“I love you,” you heard in a hushed whisper, lips meeting your neck once more before his hair tickled your ear, head burrowed besides yours.

“I love you too.”