#sub heizou

heizou's work papers are spread out around him on the bed, messily strewn and unorganised. he's only in his shirt, unbuttoned, and his black tie hung loosely around his collar.

he's already cum once, made a mess all over himself but you hadn't given him a chance to breathe as you continue to drag your hand over his cock, your speed not changing.

heizou gasps, fingers grabbing the sheets and his shirt rides up his stomach when he arches his back off the bed, head thrown back and thighs shaking slightly.

"i'm.. i- i'm-" heizou cuts himself off constantly, with whimpers and whines, gasping for air. he can't think about anything but your hand on his cock, and he's bucking his hips into your fist. he feels dazed and dizzy, everything too much because you've never overstimulated him before.

"'m gonna cum, pl-mhfuck please." the last 'please' comes out breathless and heizou looks at you through his eyelashes before he moans loudly, fucking into your fist needily and you just let him.

"you gonna cum again, doll?" you tease, voice soft and you pick up your pace only slightly but it knocks a pretty moan from his lips.

heizou nods all pliant, eyes big and teary and he whimpers, "y-yeah-mh.." his eyebrows are furrowed, pretty lips open in small pants and he's still needily canting his hips into your hand. his laid-back, confident persona had simmered away, desperation clinging to him as soon as you had got your hands on him.

you tilt your head slightly, watching as he fucks himself with your hand and the red haired keeps gasping loudly. you lean over him - unbothered about crushing his papers - hand never slowing down on his cock and you gently hook your finger under his chin to make him look at you. heizou's olive eyes are dazed, only just open as he pants heavily, chest rising and falling and small whimpers leave his lips.

"you're so pretty, darling. so pretty when you're so desperate," you look down to watch your hand slide up and down his pretty cock dripping onto his stomach, "gonna make another mess for me?"

heizou nods again, eyes closing, "mhm.. pl..please."

you can't help the small smile forcing its way onto your lips at how needy he is. you'd never seen him so submissive before, his brain almost completely switched off of anything but you and your hand on him.

"oh, god.. please.." you squeeze his cock lightly, turning his head to look at you again and there's not a single thought behind his pretty eyes other than wanting to cum for you.

heizou makes the prettiest noise when you tease the head of his cock, back arching off the bed as he moans, fucking into your fist once again. you bite your lip gently, watching as he drips against your fingers and you part your lips in awe, "fuck. i could have you like this all day."

you watch him break - panting and gasping endlessly, hands grabbing everything he can: the sheets, your forearm, his work papers by his side.

brushing your thumb over his tip again, you swallow his pretty whines when you press your lips to his. heizou whimpers against your lips, kiss desperate as he gasps into your mouth, hips knocking into your fist in a needy way of showing he was close.

you quietly groan against his lips and he only lasts a few more seconds. it takes just a small flick of your wrist for him to snap.

the red haired pulls away from your lips, head falling back on to the bed in a silent gasp before a loud moan rips from his throat. heizou's back arches, fists gripping the sheets and eyes rolling back when he cums against your hand. you don't move away from his face, watching his eyes open slightly and pretty tears shine in them. you lean down to press a desperate kiss to his lips and he can hardly kiss back, whole body lax.

"fuck, that's it baby." you groan and stroke him through it as he cums, making a mess all over your fist and his stomach and his thighs shake as he gently bucks into your hand. heizou's shirt is crumpled underneath him, along with a few of his papers but he doesn't even realise, chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath.

you don't let up though. your hand still works along his cock, albeit slower than before to help him through the sensitivity. your strokes are light but the touch is enough for heizou to whimper, head shaking, "stop, please.. please.."

"you can do one more, can't you?" you smile, watching heizou's hips stutter every time your hand glides up his cock, "c'mon, darling."

heizou almost cries out once your grip tightens a little, eyes welling up with pretty tears. the red haired breathes heavily, eyes glancing at you desperately, "can't- i can't, please."

despite the denial, he lets out a quiet moan, eyebrows scrunching. heizou's legs unconsciously fall open and a grin tugs at your lips.

surprised that the mighty and infamous traveler has a small dick? well don’t be. also are you blind as hell? aether? being a dom? having a big dick? with that grab-able waist???? nah

tease him for it. place your hand on his thigh while you two sit together next to each other behind a table at a restaurant, waiting for your orders

then slowly rub circles into his clothed flesh, put a slight pressure on his thigh to remind him of who he belongs to. inch your hand up slowly, make him shiver, gulp and make his breath hitch in his throat as the mighty traveler tries to keep his composure in public

he cries so easily and so prettily

pinch his nipples while palming him through his pants. just a few minutes and aether would be grinding his ass on your crotch, sobbing and whining for you to touch him already

sweetest and most pliant sub. archons he’s such a sweetheart

you wanna dress him up in pretty lingerie? no problem!

want him to bend over your work desk? he’ll do it right away!

want to call him your pretty slut? your sweet bunny? only your pretty doll to stare and fondle and break? he’s more than happy to be called those! just be sure to take good care of his tired body afterwards. we all know he needs it

“haanh♡︎~! [n-nameee] so good♡︎♡︎feels so gooddd aahnn♡︎” tired, salacious moans continued to tumble out of the blonde’s mouth as he throws his head back on your shoulder, hips bucking to try and chase after his nth orgasm for the night as much as he could with your other hand holding his wrists together in a tight grip.

everything felt too much. there were dried tear stains on his flushed cheeks, constantly being replaced with fresh ones. the world looked so blurry, every little sound felt like pans being hit together next to his ear but at the same time everything felt so little. it all felt so little without your hand wrapped around his tiny cock, without your voice to whisper dirty words into his ear, making him shiver and gasp to your words.

aether let out a loud sob as you forced another orgasm out of him, a string of broken noises following along as you continue to move your hand, rubbing the slit of his cock, making him hiss out at the feeling of overstimulation. but aether loved it. he loved it and he craved more of it.

another sweet sub who will pliantly lay down and take whatever you give him without complaints

even if it means having a vibrator slipped inside him for the whole day as he tries to act as normal as possible. however the small glare he sends your way, the slight stutter in his words, the hitching of his breath, the tremble in his legs if he sits in one place for too long - it was all very much noticeable. at least, to you

is definitely into light pet play, feminization and consensual drugging

he literally wears thigh highs under his shorts. take that to your advantage. slip a finger into the tight rubber part where it hugs his pristine pale thigh so lovely, pull back a bit only to snap it back in place with a low schwap!

it’ll have the poor samurai jumping in his heat, trying to hide his reddening face as he shoots you a faux side glare all the while rubbing his thighs together so he can add slight stimulation to his already hardening cock - archons, you really know how to get him going, don’t you?

make him wear a cat tail butt plug, cute pairs of white ears, matching the color of his hair - hell, you can even collar him if you want, kazuha doesn’t mind! but just know that if you’re placing a collar around his neck, he’s expecting you to take him in a mating press until he passes out

also likes feminization to a certain degree. the cute lingeries, stockings, mini skirts that barely hide his hardened tiny dick and the material of the skirt that keeps rubbing the sensitive head of his member - he loves it all

small, muffled whines is heard from inside the small room that keeps the cleaning supplies of the crux. anyone who passes by would easily be able to know what’s going on inside it. good thing it was the middle of day time and every members were busy on deck outside with their respective jobs.

after all, if anyone were to hear the sluttish moans and sobs of the fucked stupid samurai, who’s barely keeping himself pushed against the door on his toes, you would certainly be more than jealous. kazuha is your pretty slutty kitty and you want nothing more than to simply keep him to yourself.

with his hands tied up, covering his mouth to quiet himself and the slight grinding movements of his doughy thighs weakly rutting himself against you - you would mistake him for an angel sent only for you. but, you want to keep him only to yourself. especially that cute teary eyed, flushed face of his♡︎.

oh lawd have mercy. i have a very detailed, improper, lecherous thoughts of this twink and you all know it by now

i already have a fic written abt small dick xiao supremacy and it’s here if you wanna read it yourself

but, to keep it in short and to infect y’all with my new brain worm - imagine! the tattoo on his abdomen goes all the way down to the next of his tiny cock and it glows when he’s feeling overstimulated

jerking him off over and over, making him create a mess on the sheets, on your hands, creating a small puddle of cum on his abs - you only hum with a sadistic tone as xiao cries out, releasing another load as his legs weakly twitch

make him wear a cute panty inside his pants, he would have a cute flush on his cheeks the whole day even when he’s slaying creatures or simply watching liyue from the top of one of the great mountains of the geo nation

and imagine imagine!!!! xiao in heat!!!

but even beTTER❗️

sub xiao in heat who has a small sensitive cock, who wants to fuck you full but doesn’t know what to do or where to start and so he simply lays back on the nest that you two created, sobbing, wailing and trashing around as you force the nth orgasm from him that night

everything felt dizzy. the room felt too hot and every intake of breath was followed by a loud lecherous sound. was that sound truly coming from him? from the infamous yaksha? the last standing guardian of the geo lord and his nation?

“how pathetic, xiao” his legs twitch, tattoos glowing brighter as he cries out, sure to make even celestia know your name. the poor yaksha felt humiliated but he also craved more of it.

he wanted you to completely break him until his mind can only remember your word, the feeling of your hand on his cock and the feeling of your strap/cock shaping his hole, rearranging his insides until he’s sure his body is accustomed to your shape and size.

another strangled scream escapes the adepti, hand starting to turn into claws as he clutches at the pillows under him like a lifeboat, scales and feathers starting to appear on the back of his neck, his arms and thighs - ah, what a beautiful bird you have, wrapped up around your fingers.

another sub that likes feminization. however unlike kazuha he can totally dress up and wants a princess treatment

whether it be a skirt, a dress, lingerie, stocking, bathrobe or even those cute but still sexy costumes - venti can rock every single one of them and he does it with pride

i see him as the type of sub who’s more of a pillow prince. he just wants to lay down on the soft bed that you two share and let you do the work. of course there will be a few helps and guiding here and there, maybe he would even ride you if he feels like it that day

also, he’s the type to tease you. i don’t make the rules or maybe i do

the type to throw you a side glance with a wink when you’re both at angel’s share, taking the night slow and peaceful until the little shit decides to be a rat and make himself comfortable on your lap

it may seem innocent and lovey-dovey to others at first but don’t be fooled. he’s secretly grinding himself on your crotch, intent on making you feel the low buzzing of the vibrator he slipped inside himself

be sure to make him pay for it afterwards. only good boys get praises and prince treatments after all

“[name]! [n-name]! pleaashee ‘m shorry♡︎!! won't-won't do it aga-AANGH♡︎♡︎!!!“ came out venti’s pleas as you piston your hips to ram into his sweet spot more roughly. he was being a teasing little shit, of course this was bound to happen.

but, you suppose you’ve been mean to him for long enough today. not only was the archon’s hands were bound together in a pretty teal ribbon, he was also not allowed to cum the entire time as well. hmm, perhaps you could be nice. just for once though.

reaching a hand down between his shaking legs, you start to skillfully work your hand up and down his sensitive tip slowly. ah, seems like you were right. only a few strokes and he’s cumming all over your hand with a lecherous sob. so unlike an archon.

you should do this to him more♡︎.

another bratty sub. archons when would they stop being such a little shits

will talk back, will defy your rules and disregard your warnings and will cry and plead for a break when his tiny dick is being overstimmed by the flesh light you’re torturing him with

another sub that’s into pet play as well. but he tends to lean more towards the puppy side unlike kazuha and xiao who leans towards the cat side

i don’t know if you guys noticed but he canonically wears a choker in his day to day outfit and i think that alone itself says a LOT about the kind of pet play he would be into

wouldn’t mind having you connect a cute leash to his collar, forcibly making him cockwarm you for hours as he writhes on your lap, unable to focus on his paper work. while you’re at it, be sure to tug him down by the leash to sit snuggly on your lap again if he tries to move - which i’m pretty sure he would

use the side cuts to his shirt to your advantage. slip a hand in and pinch his nipple, that’ll be more than enough to have him jumping in his seat with a surprised squeak, looking at you with a shell shocked face blooming a pretty red color

hell, you can even use his cute flat chest as a free stress balls. they’re the perfect size and gets the most delicious of reactions out of the detective

“the suspect s-seems to be telling the truth-hnggh♡︎! w-when he said that he wa-aanhh♡︎♡︎!!” the detective on your lap moaned, trying to finish reading his reports out loud as you had asked him to, only to fail and end up moaning out loud when you pulled him back down by his leash, hitting his sensitive spot in the process.

archons, this whole cock warming thing had been going on for hours. hours! and yet you still insist on making him suffer more? just how cruel could you get?

swallowing a sob that was rising in his throat, heizou took a stuttered breath in, willing himself to continue with your punishment as long as you see fit.

even as his legs start to twitch, his breathing becoming labored, his words turning into a jumbled mess and strings of broken noises come from his throat, heizou will bear the punishment. it’s exactly what he wanted after all♡︎.

dear lord have merch once again ugh

if you guys have read my nsfw fanfics and have been stalking my account since it’s birth then you guys know by now the amount of vile shit i wanna do to this man consensually ofc

i personally like to think of him as a transmasc bc come on. the power of pussy but for this one, i’ll make him have a dick

an incredibly small one

and super sensitive

also has a thin line of his tattoo going down rigggghhtt beside his member, which glows when he’s being teased or overstimulated

poor little crybaby. he’s been sucked over and over for who knows how long, his legs are twitching, hips trying and failing miserably to pull himself away, weak hands pushing at your head - all to no luck

at this point, the puppet is ready to give up. honestly

you’re saying something. something about him being tasty or some shit but he can’t understand

that mushy head of his is too fried to even properly understand anything

use that opportunity of his momentary shutting up to your advantage and teach him to never call you any mean names again . of course it must be followed by a nice long bath and a sweet amount of kisses

wanderer tried to form a sentence - a plea to make you pull away from his cock, a gurgled whine and slurred speech of unidentifiable words tumbling out of his mouth. it only got more and more high pitched and hurried as he felt another wave of orgasm approaching.

hand pathetically pawing at your head, more tears replacing his old ones as the knot in his stomach tightens, bends and sways until it finally breaks - making the short puppet let out a cacophony of sobs as he cums into your mouth again.

Though, you need to give him credit where credit is due. Everything in the room has been set up to your liking and the thought of how much effort he put into this has your heart fluttering a bit.

“Well? Impressed?” There’s a cocky smirk on Heizou’s face and you scoff, rolling your eyes at him. You’re aware of the reputation he’s amassed on the streets, rumours of how he’s a casanova unlike no other, how he can charm anyone into his arms. Frankly, you couldn’t really see the supposed suave flirtatious persona in him. Like, are we talking about the same Heizou? The man who made you go on a wild goose chase through the town, only to reach a scenic lake and have the moment ruined by him falling into the water while he’s excitedly waving to you from afar. (Though his shirt got soaked through and you got to see his cute nipples… Hmm, maybe the rumours have some truth to them after all.) But you’re not one to back down without a fight.

“I’ll give you my answer in the morning so you better make tonight count, detective.” Slowly shedding your clothes, you eye him with a brimming anticipation as he watches, his own eyes glued to your mesmerising figure. 

After you lay back on the bed, Heizou wastes no time in diving between your legs, trailing featherlight kisses up from your calf to your inner thighs. He slowly inches his way up towards your core before, all of a sudden, all his previous actions stop. You can feel his hands on you falter a bit as the bed shifts and dips as he sits back on his knees. Puzzled by the change in the mood, you sit up to check on Heizou but the sight you see is not one you were exactly expecting. 

His face is glowing with how red and blushy he’s gotten, hidden behind his hands as he tries to hide the expression he’s making. Clearing his throat and turning away from your gaze, he gulps audibly.

“Just… just give me a second to c-compose myself…” An odd awkwardness filters through the air and you can’t help but quirk an eyebrow up at this (not so) unforeseen turn of events.

“Why, is my little casanova scared? Where did your previous bravado go?” Teasing him further, you crawl seductively towards him, taking full amusement in watching him squirm nervously, peeking at you through the gaps of his fingers. 

“I’m not… scared… what are you talking about? Ahahaha…” His strained laughter trails off at the end and it’s the last straw for you. Annoyance taking hold of you, you grab onto his shoulders and push him down so that he’s lying on the bed, olive eyes wild and bewildered as they stare up at you. For the first time in a while, he has no idea what to expect and frankly, he didn’t think he’d be so turned on by it.

Before he can register what’s happening, mind hazy with lust and desire, you’ve planted yourself on his face. Tongue instinctively darting out, he tastes your slick and the mix of a whine and a groan escapes him. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through you, making you grind down on his face harder to chase your own climax. 

Heizou’s pussy eating skills are honestly pitiful but he almost makes up for it through his sheer enthusiasm alone. Messy slurps and moans fill the room as he clumsily laps up at your folds, drenching his mouth and chin. Your thighs clamp down on either side of his head but he shows no signs of slowing down or even stopping for air.

“I-it’s all… hahh… bark and no bite with- ah! -you isn’t it, Heizou?” All you get in return is a pathetic whine as he shifts so his nose nudges up against your clit. And that’s what it takes for you to cum. You ride out your high, your pace slowing down while you try to catch your breath. As your gaze refocuses, you catch a glimpse of the damp patch growing at the crotch area of Heizou’s pants and you laugh at his dazed drunken expression when you get off of him. 

Looks like you weren’t the only one who came.

“I’m impressed with your performance for now, detective. But for higher accuracy, what say we go for a few more rounds?”

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟏𝟎𝟐𝟗: 𝑲. 𝑲𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂

He’s probably the one who brings it up after overhearing one of the many raunchy conversations between Captain Beidou and the Tianquan (someone please buy him noise-cancelling earplugs)

The more he thinks about it, the more the idea seems viable. Besides, if it doesn’t work out in the end, the two of you would have learnt more about your tastes and preferences!

But seriously, he needs to pick a better time to spring his suggestions on you. While dining at a food stall, he nonchalantly asks you, “Would you mind if I… went down on you… the next time we make love?”

You almost did a spit take at his words

Internally cursing Beidou (how dare she unknowingly corrupt your adorable Kazuha before you can!!), you swallow your beverage before replying

“If it’s what you want, I’m not opposed to it darling”

The smile he flashes you is blinding and the moment would’ve been more tender if it weren’t for the previous lascivious question 

Sigh, still, how could you say no to such a cute lover

He’s another inexperienced one, years of drifting around and never really settling down with anyone means that he’s physically exposed to a lot of things for the first time with you

But he’s open minded, always open to trying out new experiences and kinks while making sure the both of you are comfortable

While he eats you out, he gets a little intoxicated by you, enjoying how you feel against his tongue, savouring every inch of you

Nothing else in the world matters right now expect pleasing you and making you cum on his face

Although you’re the one riding on him, somehow he’s the louder one????

He lets out muffled breathy puffs and moans, whining and squirming under you as he licks and indulges in you, occasionally calling out your name interspersed with, “More!” or “I love you!”

Feeling your orgasm building up, you gyrate your hips downwards to drive his tongue deeper in you

You cream on his face and he doesn’t hesitate to clean you up, not wasting a single drop (he’s really such a dear!)

The next day, Beidou gives him a firm slap on his back, chuckling about how she’s “glad that he’s getting some, but please keep it down, the other crewmates are trying to sleep”

Kazuha is understandably mortified and downright embarrassed at her words

He looks in your direction for some help but all you do is just laugh and think to yourself:

How can you make him scream your name next time?

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟏𝟎𝟑: 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓

Granted, you were a little tipsy after a night out of drinking with Kaveh but you just had to bring it up to Wanderer as he’s hauling your drunk ass back home

“Hey… how about… hic!... you eat me out next time…? Hmm?”

He’s so thankful that you passed out in his arms before you could see his face explode into a shade of crimson at your words

“Seriously, how are you so shameless?”

When you wake up the next morning and go about your day, you can’t help but notice that your sweetheart has been staring at you nonstop (from across the room, sitting opposite you at the dining table, you name it)

However, whenever you try to ask him about it, he scoffs and hastily brushes you off, tilting his hat to avert your eyes while he rushes off (before inevitably coming back to continue staring at you 🙄)

Sick and tired of his antics, you manage to corner him and interrogate (read: bully) an answer out of the man

After he spills the beans on how he's been fantasising about what you said last night, you turn your gaze downwards and true to his words, he’s already drenched in his shorts

“To think the high and mighty Wanderer would be so affected by a passing comment, how lewd!”

Things progress quickly and the two of you find your way into the bedroom, lips locked in a heated kiss with hands roaming each other’s body

As you break from the kiss, he lays back and prepares for you to ride his face, resolve steeled even if he’s never done this before

You hover over his face since you’re worried about potentially suffocating him but he clicks his tongue and straight up says, “Are you looking down on me? I obviously have no need for air unlike you mortals do. Sit. On. My. Face.”

Hands grabbing your thighs, he plants you down on his face and goes to town

He eats you out with a feverish devotion, spurred on by the moans and praises that slip past your lips as if they’re the most divine hymns he’s ever heard

(If you’re his god, then he’s more than happy to be your throne!)

His eyes roll back when you tug on his hair as you cum, the pain mixed with pleasure muddies his senses but it doesn’t stop him from slurping up your release

Shakily pulling yourself off of his face, you think you hear a whine from him, violet eyes teary and pupils blown wide

You push his legs apart and settle yourself in front of his wet cunt, your hot breath fans across his sensitive folds and he has to stop himself from rolling his hips down to meet your face

“You were so good for me sweetheart, now let me return the favour yeah?”

His wall is plastered with different clues and yet none of them seemed to connect, except for the fact that they were always done on a Sunday. 

That would usually be his day off but because of these incidents, he has been staying far longer in his office than he should be. All he does is pace around his room, annoyed that this was happening.

The incidents were too far from each other. Arson, Robbery, Trespassing, Blackmailing…

He reads the letter again from the latest case. It is nothing to note off, just a few words of threat. 

Perhaps he should get the handwriting examined, see if it matches with anyone. Unfortunately, that would take too long. Who knows what would have happened by then?

He drops the letter, ready to move on to another piece of evidence when he feels something strange.

Heizou stares at his fingers. “Wax?”

A part of the letter is covered in waxy material. He smells to check, to see if it is wax.

The letter surprisingly smells of cherry.

“What?”

Why would a letter threatening someone that they’ll kill them if they say anything smells of cherry?

He eyes it in confusion.

The detective leaves his room, wanting a second opinion from someone. Someone who can answer this for him, preferably.

He grabs the first person he sees, urging them to come with him. They immediately follow, already used to the detective’s usual quirkiness. He’s the one who earns the station their meal tickets, so they don’t really find themselves complaining.

They are in awe at the state of his room. “Detective? Is something wrong?”

He holds the letter up. “Can you smell this?”

The worker stares at it before hesitantly taking the object. “It’s sweet.” 

Heizou hums. 

“Right. Do you have any idea what that may be? It seems to be a wax of some sort, from a candle maybe?” He deduces.

“Pardon me, sir. But I don’t think it’s from a candle.”

“Oh, is that so?” He lets them continue.

They nod. “It’s uh, an ointment. A new one. I think this brand is really popular.”

An ointment? Does that mean that the perpetrator got injured from one of their crimes?

“What’s the ointment for?”

“It’s a…beautification product. The ointment prevents dry lips, keeps them plump.”

“Huh.” Heizou says, stunned.

He did not expect that at all.

“Is that all detective? Shall I go now?”

“Yes, you may leave.”

That…just brings more questions unanswered. Was this whole thing planned? Did they plan for him to notice this clue or was this just an accident? If it wasn’t, then why? What’s the purpose of the letter being tainted with the ointment? 

This was turning out more annoying than it should be.

Another Sunday, another crime.

Heizou hasn’t left his office despite it being his day off, knowing that he’ll be called once again if something happens.

He sits with his feet both up on the table, waiting.

Once the door slides open, he immediately stands up, wondering what he’ll face today. Will it be a repeat of the previous crimes? New ones? Or perhaps, they’d finally gone out of their way to take someone else’s life.

“Detective. Is something wrong?” 

“No? I’m quite fine.” Heizou responds, confused by the accusation.

“You were smiling, so…”

The detective bites his cheek. He shouldn’t be enjoying this, and yet…

It’s been a while since he’s been faced with such a challenge. He can’t wait to unravel this piece by piece. 

“Poison? That’s a new one.” Heizou checks the scene, seeing the mess that unfolded. There was dried blood on the floor, something that the victim coughed up.

Close.

They were just tipping over the line of possibly killing someone. If help wasn’t called, he probably would have died. It’s lucky that the victim is only suffering from a bruised throat.

He’d want to ask them questions but since that victim is in a comatose, he can’t exactly do that.

“Where’s that person who called for help?” Heizou asks.

He’s brought to the residence next door. He reads the name outside and finds that he has never once crossed that name in his investigations. That kind of thing is rare. Almost everyone has some kind of dirt relating to them. So it’s either that this person is as innocent as they come, or…

Once he knocks on the door, the person on the other side is quick to respond.

“Yes?” You answer.

“I’m here to ask a few questions? You are aware of what happened, yes? Since you’re the one who called for us here.” Heizou states.

He waits for an answer from you, only to receive none.

“Are you alright?” He asks.

“Is there a need for this? I assure you I haven’t done anything.” You say.

“Just making sure, we all do this with the people involved in these incidents.”  He explains.

“If that’s the case…you may take your time.” You tell him, smiling at the detective and letting him inside your residence.

Heizou searches your place and he finds…nothing. Everything is clean. Not a trace of anything suspicious.

What’s strange instead, is your behavior.

He notices how you watch every single move he makes, eyeing him up and down. Perhaps you were merely curious. Otherwise, he isn’t sure why you’d do such a thing.

“I’m not your suspect, am I?” You ask.

Truthfully, you were far from it. You saved the victim’s life unintentionally.

“What is it that you work again?” Heizou knows but he asks anyway, seeing if you’ll slip up.

“I’m a writer. I write mostly romance novels, I assume you aren’t familiar with my name? After all, I’m sure the great Shikanoin Heizou has experience with romance in real life that he doesn’t need to turn to fiction, no?” He irks his tongue, knowing that you were only complimenting him. However, that with the way you look at him seductively suggests another thing.

That you were flirting.

He takes the bait and bites back, smiling as he replies. “I haven’t heard. Would you mind giving an example of the things you write?”

You chuckle softly. “A sample, you say? Oh, you know. Just your usual flirtatious lines.”

“Like what?”

“I’m afraid they’re a bit too…provocative. I shouldn’t say such things when you’re working.” You admit, though he’s sure you’re only saying that to be polite.

“I can take it.” Heizou says.

“Can you, pretty boy? Are you sure I’m not too much to handle? Ah, why don’t you use those tight handcuffs of yours? I might be unable to keep my hands off you if you keep talking like that.”

The detective stills. He stares deep into your eyes, not expecting that. He stumbles a bit with his words, unsure of what to say. Heizou keeps his trembling fingers in his pockets, not wanting to seem as if he’s that easy to fluster, though that doesn’t shy away from the slight reddening of his cheeks.

“That’s…a good one.” He simply states, keeping his eyes on your soft lips.

“Is it, Mr. Shikanoin?” 

He’s aware that you’re teasing him, he knows that it’s all for fun. Yet, that doesn’t stop the fastened rate of his heart.

Next thing he knows, his own hands are moving and he’s clasping the handcuffs around your wrists.

He drowns in the approval your eyes give him, letting him know that he’s doing such a good job.

“Oh? Have I done something wrong, Detective? Or is this also protocol?”

He nods.

“You’re under arrest…for stealing my heart.” 

You laugh at his statement. “You’re so cheesy. Is this how you usually act with your suspects?”

“I…Hold on.”

He lets you go, continuing to search your house. There has to be something in here, it’s too suspicious that there’s nothing. He can’t have himself distracted by you toying with him like this.

Then, he spots something inside the bedroom. He didn’t notice it at first, thinking it was a picture frame because of the way that the bedside table was covering its bottom half but now that he realizes it, he’s sure that it’s a door.

“May I move this table?” He asks.

Heizou sees you grin. A grin that sends shivers down his spine. Was he onto something after all?

“Sure, the key’s inside the drawer.”

He opens the drawer and takes the key. He then shakily opens the door right after he removes the obstacle that is your bedside table.

Heizou doesn’t like how eerily silent you get, how you’ve bruised your bottom lip from biting too hard.

He almost hesitates to open the door, intimidated by what he’ll see inside. His fingers hold the key tightly, he breathes deeply and looks back at you.

You raise an eyebrow at him, clearly amused. “Scared?”

“Yes.” He admits.

“You shouldn’t. I’m the helpless one in handcuffs, not you.” You reassure him.

While he knows you’re right, there’s still an uneasiness in his chest.

“I-I suppose.”

Heizou turns the key, expecting a crime scene. He had his choices in his head. Maybe you kidnapped someone and put them in there. Or, a dead body rotting inside that you had no way to get rid of.

However, what he sees is something unexpected.

That’s because Shikanoin Heizou sees himself.

Newspapers about him solving different crimes, arranged from when he just started to his most recent one. Pictures of him were taken discreetly, some of them even being done while he was sleeping in his office. Paintings of him, strands of his hair, and clothes that he thought went missing. It was a collection. Sort of a shrine even, but the center of it all is him.

He turns back as he hears you snickering and he has never been this glad to put someone in handcuffs in advance.

“W-What is this?” He questions.

You stare at him, confused. A confused look on your face.

“My love for you.”

“Love.” He restates.

You smile widely. Too wide that he sees your gums. Heizou’s fight and flight senses were tingling but were left with one option when you close the door with your back.

He reassures himself that it’s fine. He has a vision, you’re in handcuffs. If things were to go out of hand, he’ll end up being the victor.

“I really wanted to kill that guy.” You tell him.

“That guy?”

You nod, tightening your fist. “He was insulting you. I wanted to rip his throat out, show him what he deserves for saying such things.”

Heizou continues for you. “But you didn’t.”

It’s stupid. You know he’s a detective and yet you’re telling him all of this, as if you’re certain that you’ll come out of this without any repercussions.

“I didn’t! I knew you’d hate me if I did.”

It slowly starts to click in his head. You wanted to see him in public during his day off, that’s why you always orchestrated it at the start of every week. The letter with the beautification product, you were probably kissing it while you wrote it, knowing it’ll land in his hands. 

As he thinks, the detective gets occupied and doesn’t notice that he’s centimeters away from you.

“I like that.” You say.

“Huh?”

“You’re smiling.” You point out.

Heizou uncomfortably relishes that fact. This is the second time that he’s been told that.

He hates the fact that this whole mystery has brought him such great entertainment. He’s been so focused on dealing with political problems within Inazuma that a mystery just like this brings him that thrill that he’s longing for.

This is so much better than that.

He shouldn’t enjoy it, and yet here he is.

The little detective is caught off guard as your lips smash on his. He tastes the blood from your bruised lips, how you press your mouth, your tongue sliding inside. He’s dizzy, unable to figure out whether he’s starting to choke because of how you tickle the back of his throat with your tongue or due to the lack of air.

He wants to escape, to take a breather. However, despite your hands being tied down, that doesn’t prevent you from putting pressure on his crotch to keep him still. Pleas escape from his mouth as you continue pressing down.

Heizou’s not fighting back and it stresses him. Instead, he takes your tongue so obediently as if he’s not the one who has the power to keep you locked up.

He pants as you separate from him, head buckling down and trying to focus on standing up. The fact that everything he sees is his face doesn’t help.

“Oh, I love you. I want to keep you all for myself.” Heizou sees the lovesick eyes that focus on him.

It amazes him how you’re able to handle him so easily.

You let your mouth do all the talking. Your tongue licks every sensitive part of his body, trailing saliva all over him. 

“Haaa—Fuck~” He feels his knees weaken.

“Make more of those sounds, Heizou. Let me hear you more. More, more, more…” 

Your insanity is nothing to laugh at, and yet he follows exactly what you say.

He pulls at your hair, tugging at your scalp as feels the same tongue on his shaft. He cannot stand up for long, whimpering with each and slow agonizing lick. He’s aware that you want to hear him beg, to scream out how much he needs you to cum.

He bears being on the edge…until he starts to get desperate.

“Please…!”

“Please, what?”

He’s too drunk on the feeling of being edged that he can barely answer, only a stuttering mess as his cock rests in your mouth. 

“M-More…N-Need to cum!”

His back meets the wall as he tries to stay on balance, holding onto your head. He keeps mewling, forgetting the reason why he’s here in the first place.

“That’s right, baby. I won’t let your dick forget, make you unable to cum without me.”

He tilts his head back as he cums, sweet noises flooding your ears. His thighs shake and he’s this close to hitting the floor hard if not for your assistance. He lays meekly on the floor, white drenching his legs.

“Sweet detective, so fucked dumb. Here I thought you were a genius.”

“H-Hard again—Want to cum…” Heizou replies, showing off his ass while starting to get on all fours.

“You’re fucking your stalker. Such a pervert, aren’t you? Don’t tell me you’d let anyone get with you?” 

Heizou whines as you say that. That’s not true at all, you just don’t understand. He wishes he could explain, but with the way he is right now, he doubts if that’ll be possible.

The noise that leaves Heizou’s mouth as you stretch his hole out and penetrate him is embarrassing. He sounds like an animal in heat like this is what he’s made for, to mate with your dick inside of him.

He quivers as he feels your hand on his back, pushing him down but in doing so, keeping his ass up as he pushes on his own deeper into you.

He breathes in between moans, your cock screwing into his walls while his cum spills easily on the floor.

“S-So good—C-Can’t think!”

“That’s right, squeeze your walls onto my cock. Remember my shape. You’ll be taking no one else’s but mine, my love.”

He thinks that you’re so vulgar with your words, your tone encourages Heizou into another orgasm.

He cries and shivers while he gets hit with it, his walls clenching tight.

Heizou’s body is so sensitive at this point, his body being as limp as it can be.

He flinches as you empty into him, your warmth dripping to his thighs since his tiny hole can’t take all of it.

He watches it in shame, wanting all of it, wanting every single drip to be contained inside of him. The look he gives is so seductive, it would put kitsunes to shame.

You thought of ending it but with that face he made, you reconsider this decision and flip him, having his face in front of you this time.

The detective doesn’t know what he’s just gotten himself into.

Heizou sees his own cum pool onto the ground, the tears blur his eyes, he can’t stop crying at how you pound so roughly into him.

He’s lost track of the time of how long he’s stayed in this god-forsaken room. The logical part of his brain should tell you to stop, if this keeps going on, he’ll for sure be unable to even walk himself to the bathroom. Unfortunately, his mouth says the complete opposite, blabbering and even encouraging you to keep going.

“Hmpf—! Cock—Too good!”

His nails grip the tatami as he cums again. He doesn’t know how he’s still able to go on when his clothes are soaked to the brim.

He hears you laugh again. “How about a change in profession? I heard the brothel’s hiring, detective.”

He understands you’re teasing. You would absolutely not let that happen, you would kill whoever lays their hands on Heizou.

For such a person with a small stature, he has quite the stamina and skill. He sheathes you in so easily, though of course, with the necessary moaning and gasping of your name. Not only that, he perfectly warms your cock like he’s been doing this for years.

“Shit. With how much cum you’re taking, I wouldn’t be surprised if you turn up pregnant.” You say, spreading his ass to see his beautiful hole leaking cum.

“Please…” He cries out.

“Hm?”

“Please do…”

It doesn’t take much to rile you up. It’s also very obvious that anything Heizou says, you will follow.

You slam hard into Heizou, each thrust has it that the detective’s insides are being flipped, his guts being adjusted just so he could take more and more of you.

He can see your cock’s shape in his belly, his thin figure doing nothing to hide it. It’s starting to round up due to his belly that’s filled with your cum. You keep fucking him hard, until your load spills inside his walls.

When Heizou wakes up, he realizes that he can’t move an inch. He’s clean, his clothes are changed and he smells good. 

He’s in your bedroom. He concludes this because he sees a glimpse of your strange room filled with things of his. With the amount of time he’s spent in there, he gets light-headed even from just thinking about it.

The doorknob turns and he sees you come in, a bowl of warm noodles in your hands.

He blinks.

You’re not wearing the handcuffs. 

He wonders how you got out and where you put them instead.

He looks down.