Hi! I’m jumping straight into the deep end lmao but how would the Genshin men react when you squirt for the first time? 👀 Would love your thoughts on Albedo, Varka, and Flins (separately), and/or whoever else!
A/n: Fem! reader! This is the first smutty thing I've written in a while! Hopefully it's good! Warnings: SMUT!! All parts involve the reader squirting. Albedo: Fingering, very teasing Albedo. Flins: Oral sex (f! receiving), praise kink, Flins gets a tiny bit harsh, insecure reader. Varka: p in v sex, sparring as foreplay, riding (reader on top), outdoor sex, refers to the reader as 'young lady' which I use more as a vague nickname (I know lots of people that refer to women of any age as young lady in a teasing way) rather than a way to describe reader as young, but I wanted to add this warning anyway. Let me know if I'm missing anything!
𝔸𝕝𝕓𝕖𝕕𝕠
“My, that’s awfully ungrateful of him. Didn’t he ask you to help him?”
“Yesssss! He did!” You moaned, unable to control the buck of your hips. Not that you particularly wanted to control yourself. How could you possibly control yourself when all you could focus on were his fingers working away your stress one thrust at a time?
To be absolutely frank, you’d had a shitty day. Terrible, horrible, no good, any other word synonymous with ‘bad’ would be the perfect word to describe your day. You had faced various challenges today, completed odd jobs and dangerous quests alike. All in a day’s work for a Traveler, but was an earnest ‘thank you’ really such a demand? You weren’t even asking for any mora!
It was unbelievable how much one day could throw at you. Now, at the end of it, you found yourself in the company of the one person you actually wanted to see today. Your Chief Alchemist. Much to your delight, he offered to lend an ear to your struggles. And, later, he offered some much needed stress relief.
“They were so awful today.” You whined. “Oh shit, right there. Riiight there!” You were spread out so perfectly for him, just as he had requested of you. Naked and compliant, sprawled out on your back across his personal desk as he sat before you at his cushioned desk chair. His fingers were pulling such lewd noises from you, the intoxicating squelch of your arousal as he plunged them in and out of you, curling them expertly.
“Ah there it is.” Albedo mumbled to himself, focusing on your body, on your reactions as he continuously pressed against that familiar spot within you. It was not uncharted territory for him, far from it. Still, he enjoyed the experience of finding your weakness over and over again. “You enjoy this spot quite a bit, yes?”
“You know I do,” You agreed.
He hummed, he seemed to enjoy that answer. “By all means, please keep telling me about your day. You mentioned a pigeon stole your lunch?”
“Yes! I made that lunch! I made it-oh…I made it so perfectly! I was…please…right there. I was…” Your voice wavered as you tried to tell him your woes. Despite the overwhelming pleasure, you were determined. This was a story that needed to be told! “I was about to take a bite when-Ah Albedo!”
You were cut off when Albedo decided now would be a good time to start rubbing your clit, caressing it in small, soft circles. It was a stark contrast to how his fingers had begun to plow into you, taking on an uncharacteristic roughness that suggested his interruption was deliberate.
“Such a reaction.” Albedo observed, a small smirk on his lips. “Please, continue your story.”
You gave him a half hearted glare. “Are you going to let me actually tell it?”
“I haven’t done anything to stop you.” He responded, very matter of factly.
You tried, again, to tell your tale. “I was-” He leaned over you, pressing a sweet kiss to your stomach, nipping at the skin as he pulled away. “Albedooooo!” You whined. “Stooooop.”
You regretted that immediately, he pulled away from you as soon as you said that.
“My apologies. I realize my ministrations have distracted you. Forgive me and, please, continue. You were about to eat your lunch?” His tone was anything but apologetic as he settled himself back into his seat, giving you all of his attention. Just not in the way that you wanted him to.
“I was.” You replied, curtly, obviously upset with him. But two could play that game. “I was about to eat it. I had made it just to my taste. So perfect, I swear, the best.” You slid your hand slowly down your body, your fingers finding your poor, neglected pussy. Your fingers didn’t complete you in the way that his did, but they would do well enough. You mimicked the movements he had done just moments ago, picking up where had started, trying to curl your fingers like he had. “Then, out of nowhere, a pigeo-”
The desk chair scraped noisily against the wooden floor as Albedo abruptly stood, towering over your sprawled form. Sharply, he gave your hand a light smack.
You yelped, instinctively moving your hand away. He intervened. Your wrist was wrapped in a gentle grip, a contradiction to his earlier, harsher treatment. He guided your fingers to his lips. They were slick, coated in your secretions. He licked them clean, giving you a small smirk as he observed your shocked expression.
“Oh I’m sorry.” He apologized, almost mocking your stunned visage. “Did I interrupt again? Please, let me make it up to you?”
You nodded, breathless.
His fingers found their way back inside of you, their pace and depth amplified in comparison to how they were before. You threw your head back, a pleasured wail ripping from you as his fingers dove deep inside of you, bullying your walls as they gripped onto his digits.
“Shhhh…” He cooed, reaching for something that lay beside you. His discarded glove. He had removed it in order to help you destress. Now, it seemed, it had found an entirely new use! “We’re not in my lab, but remember that my room is still within headquarters. As much as I enjoy your reactions, we must consider our volume.” He explained, tapping the leather glove against your lip. You opened your mouth, allowing him to gag you.
“There we go…” He whispered. Your moans, barely able to be contained by the makeshift gag, continued throughout his passionate treatment. It wasn’t long before you were feeling the familiar burn in your lower belly. It felt… a bit different. It was an overwhelming feeling, as if you were about to burst.
Your orgasm came upon you like a swift death. It was overwhelming, but it was exactly what you needed. Your mouth opened wide in a silent cry. You hadn’t even noticed that your makeshift gag fell right from your widened mouth, too focused on the strange sensation that had overcome you. Strange and…wet. Wait. What?
You stared at his fingers, at his forearm, at his shirt. He was absolutely soaked. You…you had just squirted. You honestly thought it was just a myth. You were in disbelief.
“I didn’t know I could do that.” You admitted sheepishly.
“I was sure you could. I just needed to find the correct rate of stimulation.” Albedo stated nonchalantly. Though you could tell he was quite pleased with himself.
“Stop talking about me like I’m an experiment Albedo.” You pouted. Here you were at your most vulnerable and he was still teasing!
“Oh yes, my apologies. Let’s get you cleaned up. I would very much like to hear about your day, regardless of sexual gratification.”
𝔽𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕤
“Remember the rules of our game, dearest. Speak clearly and you’ll be rewarded. Falter or refuse and I’ll stop the fun. Are we in agreement?” Even when he was on his knees before you, the adoring smirk on his lips was no less mischievous.
You nod, sheepishly. As erotic as the sight of him was, this game of his would be “extremely troublesome for you” as he put it.
“Perfect, I’m glad.” The soft and reassuring smile was a gift you intended to cherish, watching as he pressed a small kiss on your bare thigh. A move obviously meant to rouse your nerves. “Speaking of perfect, I believe I’ve found our first phrase. Now, repeat after me: I am perfection.”
Of all phrases to lead with, he had to choose that one? You grimaced, mouth opening and closing as you tried to find your words.
Flins rested his chin upon your thigh, looking up at you expectantly. “Please, do not be shy. I assure you, you will only be speaking the truth,” He said, oh so sweetly.
You didn’t at all believe it, but you knew Flins wouldn’t begin until you repeated the phrase.
“I…” You couldn’t help but cringe. “...am perfection.”
Giving you another smile, it was Flins’s turn in this game. He descended upon you, burying his head between your thighs. Your undergarments still adorned you, upon your insistence. This game of his was going to have you in an incredibly vulnerable position emotionally. You didn’t know how you would react if you felt physically vulnerable as well. He was happy to oblige, it seems, since he seemed most content to lap at your wetness through the fabric of your underwear.
“That was very good, my dearest. I couldn’t help but notice that you were a tad hesitant. Mind your diction in these next few phrases, won’t you?” His breath was warm against your skin as he teased. For your own peace of mind you chose not to look at him, the sight would drive you mad and you would have no chance at winning his game.
“Yes, yes.” You sighed, knowing that he was taking full advantage of this. “What’s the next phrase?”
“How very impatient.” Ugh, he was such a damned tease when he knew he had you where he wanted you. “Very well, I am also impatient. I long to taste you. Your next phrase is, let me think…”
As you ‘let him think’ he paused his movement, laying his cheek against your thigh as he “tried” to think. He pursed his lips, appearing lost in thought. It would have been a convincing farce if you did not know him so well. His eyes, as always, were fixated on you. They watched you, took in your expression. Even with so little stimulation you still probably looked a mess. You looked away again, unable to handle his eyes on you.
“Ah yes, I’ve thought of one.” He announced, suddenly. “Repeat after me: I am ethereal. It shouldn’t be too difficult for you? Similar to the last, this is another blatant truth.”
You weren’t so sure of that, avoiding his gaze as you rolled your eyes. Still, you shuddered as the heat of his tongue found your clit through your underwear, stifling a moment. You didn’t want that to stop, so, you were forced to repeat what you did not quite believe,
“I am ethereal.”
He hummed, rewarding you with a nice suckling sensation around your clit, causing you to gasp.
“Very good…” He praised. “May I?” He tugged at your undergarments, a silent request for their removal.
You took a moment to consider the request. This was…a lot. It felt wonderful of course, but being made to confront your self consciousness in this game he crafted? It required a lot of compromise from you, emotionally. Still, the point of a compromise is to find what best benefits both parties.
“To the side, please.” You answered. With all of these phrases crafted to make you face yourself, you don’t think you could handle being any more vulnerable than you were already being, it was a lot.
He did not seem to mind, overjoyed with anything you allowed him to do. Eagerly, he pulled them to the side, lapping up your wetness. If you weren’t so busy moaning yourself, you surely would’ve heard him let out a small growl, mesmerized by the overwhelming taste of you.
“You are enchanting, my love. Your taste is something I will never tire of. Nor will I ever tire of the faces you make when you’re in pleasure.” He glanced up at you, taking in your parted lips and your half lidded eyes. They were lovely, your eyes. If only you didn’t avert your gaze whenever his eyes met them.
“Why do you look away from me?” He mumbled, displeased that his game wasn’t working in the way he wished it to. Still, you followed the rules, repeating him without hesitation, so he continued to tease your folds with his tongue, idly drawing shapes with it as he awaited your answer.
“Because I hate it when you look and talk to me like that.” You choked out, grasping at the sheets of your bed.
“Like what?” He inquired.
“Like I’m worthy of it!”
The purpose of this game was simple. Confrontation. An intervention. Flins, in simple terms, felt the need to intervene when he heard that you disliked yourself. He didn’t think it appropriate at all. Why would you dislike something that he cared for so much? No, it simply wouldn’t do. So…he felt the need to provide you with some incentive to compliment yourself.
It seems like it would take some more convincing.
“Repeat after me.” He told you, voice still light and assured. “I am worthy of everything.”
You met his gaze, shocked. He only smiled at you. He can’t be serious. He continued with his licking, his feast. It was a reminder of what would stop if you did not repeat.
You gulped, struggling to find it in you to repeat him. You couldn’t, no matter how much you wanted to, you just couldn’t.
Following the rules, he stopped, nipping at your thigh. “How disobedient. Whatever shall I do now, hmm…” He thought aloud. You whined, wrapping your leg around his neck, trying to push him back towards you. Flins couldn’t help but chuckle, delighted by your eagerness. “Oh you sweet thing, you know I cannot deny you. Still…I have a better idea. If you cannot make use of the drafts I have created for you, your next challenge is to create them yourself. Compliment yourself and I will continue. And you are not to stop until I say so.”
Before you could protest, he dove back in. He was just as eager as you, allowing your leg to push him deeper into you as you struggled to find your words. It seemed, though, he had provided sufficient motivation.
“I’m kind! I like how I’m kind!” You blurted out. “I…oh! I…um…” His pace slowed down. “No! No! Please Flins! Oh…I think my hair is nice!” His pace quickened, showing you exactly how this was going to go.
Each compliment seemed to spur him on. Which, in turn, pushed you further and further towards your impending release. Every time you hesitated or let yourself be lost to the pleasure, he gave your thigh a pinch, reminding you of the game.
“Keep going, dearest. You sound so beautiful when you let your doubt ebb. Praise yourself, beloved lady. For you are deserving.”
You didn’t think so. But…maybe you could begin to believe it? With time.
The pleasure became so intense that, at one point, you didn’t know what else to do but to bury your fingers in his hair. You relished his grunting as you grasped the iris strands, pulling his mouth further into you.
“Oh yes.” He murmured, his words difficult to decipher with his mouth full. “Take what you need from me.”
“Flins…” you warned, squirming. “I…You need to…”
“One more phrase, please.” Flins interrupted. “Can you repeat after me?”
“Flins!” You wailed, giving his hair a sharp tug. “I…no more! Please! I’m gonna…oh my…!”
“Repeat…” Flins gave your thigh a pinch harsher than before, he would not be ignored, not not. “…after me.” You were a desperate little thing, grinding your pussy into his face, coating his lips in your slick as if that would entice him to continue,
“Ugh! Fine!” You relented. “What is it?”
“‘I’m cumming’.” Your breath was driven from you as he wrapped his lips around your clit, suckling enthusiastically.
“Ah! Yes! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
Manifestation begets reality as a wave of pleasure overcame you, washing away your insecurities and your hesitation. It was the kind of pleasure that left you panting, unable to move for quite a few moments.
In those moments, Flins sidled up to you, brushing a bead of sweat from your face. “You did wonderfully. So wonderful.”
You opened your eyes slowly, fighting the onslaught of exhaustion.
“There you are.” He smiled down at you, his lips still damp from-wait. A lot more than his lips were damp. His…entire face?
“Flins…why are you…?” Realization dawned on you. “Oh…did I?” Your face flushed red hot, your first instinct was to hide your face in your hands.
“Yes, you did.” Flins confirmed, most nonchalantly. “It was brilliant. Allow me to describe it to you!”
“No!”
“Why ever not?” He seemed genuinely confused. And he shall remain confused. You would not let him tell you anything about the experience, though you could tell he was absolutely delighted by it.
𝕍𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕒
It wasn’t often that the training grounds were home to such laughter and joy. Well, unless Lohen was training. Normally only groans and grunts were welcome. Though you suspected that it wouldn’t be very long until the grunting and groaning would begin. Maybe sooner than you anticipated if you and Varka continued messing around the way you were.
“Has your age finally gotten the better of you, Varka?” You taunted, jumping to the side, dodging his wooden great sword.
“Woah now! That’s a low blow there, young lady! I’m just warming up!” He countered, sweeping his weapon wider as you struggled to dodge him. It was a smart move, he almost got you then. You didn’t want this to end too early though.
Varka was a fighter who familiarized himself with various techniques, but both of you knew one of his greatest merits was his sheer strength and size. He seemed to be focusing on using it to his advantage today. In your experience, insurmountable strength and large weaponry could easily be countered by your agility, if you used it well. Especially in a game such as this, where you prioritized flirtation over skill.
“Hmmm…nope!” You giggled, dodging another one of his swings. While he finished his follow through, you had an opportunity to strike. It was an opportunity he wouldn’t let you have again, so you wasted no time in taking it. You moved in close, close enough to nibble on the lobe of his ear. “I can happily show you what an actual low blow is though.”
You felt him shudder, but he didn’t take the bait. He only let out a boisterous laugh as he swung at you again.
“As nice as the thought of your mouth is, not today. It’s been far too long since we’ve seen each other, I’m afraid I’m going to be impatient tonight.” Before you could jump away from him, he caught you by the fabric of your shirt. You let out a surprised yelp as you’re pulled against him, your back pressed to his chest. Surprise fades to smugness when you feel a familiar hardness pressed against you.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you…felt you.” He mimicked your earlier tease, dropping his head to nibble on your ear. “And I’m sorry if this is blunt to say, but I’ve gotta be honest.” The low chuckle he breathed was hot against your neck, already flushed. “I don’t think I’ll last another night without being inside of you.”
You almost wanted to chuckle yourself, you would have if you didn’t know how hard it was for him to admit he wasn’t as chivalric as he liked to seem. Dropping that “knightly virtue” of his tended to be difficult for him. It certainly highlighted how affected he was by your absence. Elation was the first thing you felt. Arousal came in a very close second.
“Oh? No foreplay, Grandmaster? You just can’t wait to be inside of me?” You goaded, pressing yourself closer to him, grinding your lips deliberately against the, now prominent, bulge in his trousers.
His breath hitched, calloused and hurried hands trapped your hips in a firm grip. Did he mean to stop you or encourage you? He didn’t seem so sure of that himself based on the way he was hesitating. It seemed he still had a tiny bit of restraint in him. A pity. You made it your goal to fuck that last bit out of him.
Maybe you didn’t need to try so hard. Varka pulled your hips back against his hardened cock, rolling his hips into you. “You don’t consider this foreplay? I should send you out on less missions, you’ve been gone far too long. You’ve forgotten how we play.”
“Maybe I have been gone for too long.” You lamented, lips puckering into a faux pout. He had been quick earlier, catching you by the shirt. You were even quicker though, whipping around to face him, catching him by surprise.
Instead of pulling him by his shirt, as he had, you grabbed him by the belt, tugging him closer to you. He was blushing then. You could feel him throbbing from where he was pressed into your stomach. Oho, he definitely liked that.
“Yeah, I’ve been gone too long. You forgot that you have to earn it, Varka.”
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Oh he was earning it.
“Ah!” Your moans were music to his ears. It truly had been far too long since he had gotten to be with you like this, gotten to fuck you like this.
He had asked a favor of you, the cause for your departure. It had been a months long task. Completely dutifully, as is always the case with you, but no less agonizing for either of you.
“Please Varka!” You begged, your fingers clawing at his back, trying to provoke him into obeying your wishes. “Faster, please go faster!”
“As much as I appreciate the enthusiasm…oh…you feel so good darlin’.” Varka trembled, your pussy clenching around him so deliciously. If he were a younger man he probably would have cum already. Restraint and control came in time, luckily allowing him to avoid such an embarrassing outcome. “...You and I both know that you need some time to adjust to me again. I can’t go too fast too soon.”
You valued his concern for you, you really did. He wouldn’t be your Varka without it! However…you needed it. You had been left craving and wanting for this moment for months. Months of lonely nights and filthy dreams have just been achieved and he wanted you to wait longer? Absolutely not!
You were already so close, you could feel it. It was pathetic really, he had only been inside of you for two minutes and you already felt like cumming. It was driving you crazy! Despite his concern, you knew he was just as pent up as you were. He just needed…
A push! You pushed him off of you, an incredibly difficult feat considering his size. You didn’t even give him a chance to recover before you had him flipped on his back. He had laid his coat out for you on the grass so that the dirt wouldn’t be a bother while he made love to you. The coat did a wonderful job at breaking his fall.
“Hey! Cheeky thing!” He exclaimed.
“I can’t wait! You know I hate it when you make me wait!” You growled playfully, climbing on top of him. “We’ve both waited too long for this, I’m just expediting the process.” You teased, taking ahold of his hands and placing them on your hips.
He let out a loud groan as you took a hold of his cock, pumping it a couple of times. The precum leaking from his tip made it easier for you. He was so hard, it had to have been painful.
You enjoyed watching his expression as you played with him, his eyes fixated on your heat, dripping slick onto his thighs. Goodness it got you turned on just thinking of how he’ll react when you get him back inside of you.
You sidled yourself up into his lap more, getting a better angle to get him back inside of you. Again, he stopped you, using his grip on your hips to keep you in place.
“Hey now. I know you’re eager, but please. Don’t hurt yourself.” His thumbs rubbed comforting circles on your hips, calming you down a bit.
“I won’t. I promise.” You whispered, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to his lips. “Now please be quiet and let me ride you until I can’t walk.”
“By all means, my lady.”
You slammed down onto him, your nerves on fire as he filled you. That wasn’t even the best part of it! No, the best part was him. You watched as his eyes widened, glazing over. His mouth fell open in a loud…whimper. Oh that sound! Oh that sound…oh that sound.
You pulled him into a desperate kiss as you felt yourself reach your peak. You sighed into the kiss, riding out your orgasm, not bothering to feel embarrassed about how quickly you had cum, nor did you feel embarrassed about the reason you came. What you did feel embarrassed about was how wet you felt, how…oh. Really really wet.
“Did you…” Varka began, rather breathless himself. You had stopped yourself, staring at the mess you had made.
“I…I guess.” You giggled nervously. You didn’t have time to say anything else before you were flipped over again, this time your chest was pressed into the ground, your ass pulled up into the air, your back forced into a beautiful arch.
“You did!” Varka declared excitedly. “Do you think you can do that again? Do you want to try?”
It seems you were in for a long reunion indeed. You didn’t mind at all.
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