#wxrequests

This was so humiliating, but god was it a turn on. His thighs were already littered with your love bites, his cock twitching and shiny with your saliva from the generous blowjob you had given him. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his bottom to your face, his body shuddering when your hands came to grab at his ass. He could feel you spreading his ass apart, blowing teasingly on his tight hole of muscle.

“St-Stop teasing!” His thighs got tighter around your head, his body becoming resistant to the idea of your tongue inside him. His eyes snapped open feeling the flat of your tongue circle his tight hole, his hands flying to your hair to grip it. His body hunched over you, thighs squeezing your head harshly while his breathing became sharp and ragged. “W-Wait- Hah?!”

Your tongue flicked back and forth over his hole, running teasing circles, your hands beginning to knead his asscheeks in your hands. Wanderer let out a shaky moan, his chest becoming tight with how hard his breathing had gotten. His anxiety was beginning to reach all new highs. How could you do something like this? Wasn’t this what humans consider unsanitary? Was it okay since he was an artificial being? A puppet?

His thoughts were cut off as his back arched with a loud cry coming from his wet mouth. Saliva pooled within his mouth, drool beginning to build against his lips threatening to slip down his chin. Your tongue entered him, feeling the ridges and curls of his insides. The feeling drove the divine puppet crazy. It was so warm, it was almost as addicting as having your tongue swirl around his cock.

“A-Ahh, f-feels good… k-keep going…” His body began to relax slowly, his scrumptiously plush thighs coming to settle beside your head again. He could feel a gaze stuck on him, but he was too scared to look down at you. The way you would make eye contact with him, his dripping cock between your eyes with his balls resting against your nose. “N-No… don’t look at me, hah, don’t l-look at me, ngh!”

You didn’t respond to him, only deciding to thrust your tongue in and out of his hole, making him twitch and writhe above you. Drool finally dribbled down his chin, his adam’s apple bobbing thickly as he tried to swallow all the saliva building within his mouth. His fingers curled in your hair, pulling slightly to have a feeling of support.

Wanderer couldn’t help but begin to buck his hips against your face, his body succumbing to the pleasure. Any anxiety or insecurities about the act disappearing at the feeling of hot pleasure washing over his body. Sensing he was beginning to enjoy it a bit too much, you pulled your tongue out and teased your fingers against him.

“H-Hey! What do you think you’re- Ahh?! Hah~…” You slipped one of your fingers inside him, moving it slowly to look up at his expressions. God did he look like such a whore, sitting there and moaning while his cute little ass was teased and tongue fucked. “You’re a slut you know that, Wanderer? You’re so weak to pleasure… it surprises me you’re not out here throwing yourself at everyone.”

“Shut it!” He snapped, his eyes finally casting down to look at your face. His chest began to feel tight at the sight of affection and adoration written on your face. Despite your words, you only wanted Wanderer to yourself. His cheeks burned brighter, his eyes tearing away from yours to moan loudly when a second finger entered him. “P-Pest! I-I hate you!”

“Mhm, sure you do baby.” You grinned, peppering kisses over his taint and up to his bslls where your tongue curled around his scrotum. His body twitched, pre-cum dripping onto your forehead and into your hair as you sucked one of his balls into your mouth to suck while you fingered him. His moans increased, his fingers pulling on your hair while his thighs began to crush your head again. “Wait! Wait!!! It’s t-too mu- Hah! Ahhh! Can’t- ngh! Can’t take it! T-Too- hah! -sensitive! I can’t! I’m cu- ugh! Cumming! Cumming!”

You pushed your fingers deeper inside him, spurred on by his frantic movements and his loud uncontainable moans. He couldn’t even get a sentence out at this point. His chest was heaving, if he were human he would’ve hyperventilated by this point. He couldn’t control the feeling of intense sensitivity and bliss. He was utterly overwhelmed.

“Hah! Ahh! Ahh! No! Stop! Hah, hah! Ahhnn!!” Wanderer came with a loud moan, his hips bucking against your face, feeling the friction of your fingers deep inside him and your mouth sucking against his balls so blissfully. His cum spurted into your hair, coating the once silky strands with his dirty release. After he came down from his high, he shakily fell beside you, his legs now wobbly from the mind-numbing orgasm. “Cant… do… a-anymore.”

“Shh, hush baby.” You groaned softly, pushing your hair back and coming to kiss his sweaty forehead. Wanderer let out a trembly sigh at your affection and leaned against your chest, relishing in the soft plushness of your breasts and the welcoming feeling of your body heat. “You did so good. Good job baby.” Your fingers threaded through hair soothingly, calming down his overstimulated body to relax in your touch.

“Rest for now. Cause later…” You lifted his chin and kissed his lips. “I’ll claim you for real down there~”

“Well?” He questioned irritated, venom dripping from his tongue to cloud your judgement with its lethal toxins. “Hurry up and strip. Don’t make me wait.” Your hands came shaky and embarrassed up to the zipper of your cozy sweater, slowly unzipping it and sliding the material off your shoulders. The Balladeer watched in anticipation, his length already beginning to twitch in fast approaching arousal.

“S-Sir can I keep my shirt on? It’s quite chilly, and I-“ You immediately shut up seeing the look on his face. It was hateful and full of distaste. “I told you to strip. Are you disobeying me, (Y/N)?” You quickly shook your head in response and pulled your shirt over your head. Finally you were only down to your underwear, hesitant to slide them off just yet. “Stop there.” Your hands halted. “Come.”

Scaramouche smirked seeing you come in front of him, your butt lightly grazing against his desk. “Sit.” With quick obedience you were on his desk, thighs clenched tight with a flustered expression. “Give me your panties.” Your face only grew redder, sliding your panties off and handing them to him, his fingers coming to clench the fabric close. He looked at you, a dark lust filling his eyes before he licked a filthy strip of your juices off, refusing to break eye contact. You shivered.

“Mm~ Look at you. Shifting so helplessly. Too shy to look at your god lick your juices off your dirty panties?” You nod in agreement to his statement, still flustered and embarrassed at the way he shamelessly licked your panties in front of you. He tossed the fabric aside, his hands coming to rest on your knees before forcefully pulling them apart. His eyes immediately fell upon your soaked cunt, your lovely hole twitching under the sudden action and anxiety of needed him. “Heh, always so shy. But you want this… don’t you? Say it.”

“Y-Yes, Lord Scaramouche…” His cold hands removed from your knees, watching with a sadistic grin seeing your knees wobble already. His fingertips slid down the inside of your thighs, stopping once he was nearing your folds. He let out a dry laugh, running his index finger up and down your slick lips, lightly wagging it as he caught lovely glimpses of what he desired most. His tongue came to moisten his lips before he blew teasingly against your hole, relishing in the way it twitched. “M-Mmm… M-My lord…”

“What is it?” He questioned gruffly, his arms coming to hook under your thighs, pulling your hips closer to his face. You whimpered in anticipation, embarrassed to even mumble your sinful request to him. He paused and looked up, sensing your desire to speak. “Spit it out, (Y/N). Tell me what you want.” You shivered and bit your lip, staring at him so cutely he could barely contain himself. “P… Please… li… lick my pussy, my lord…~”

“Heh, so pathetic.” His hand came to smack at your ass harshly, causing you to gasp and arch into his touch in surprise and pleasured pain. “You listen so well. That’s why you’re mine. Too perfect for anyone except me.” His breath fanned over your folds, staring up at you seductively and longingly. “Now praise, praise the name of your god. I’m the only one who gets to see and use this pretty pussy. The holder of all your pleasure. The source of all your desires. I own you.”

His tongue came flat against the bottom of your folds, grinning up at your broken expression as he licked a dirty stripe all the way up to flick his tongue against your puffy throbbing clit. Your legs trembled, the tip of his tongue coming to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves. You couldn’t help but shake violently when he brought his hand to lightly smack your pussy, laughing darkly as he drank in how responsive you were to his touch.

“That’s it, moan for your god. Worship how well I please you. And don’t you ever forget whose whore you are.” The Balladeer drove his face between your legs, his mouth coming to slurp against your hole, tongue darting out to swirl and thrust teasingly against your fluttering cunt. The noises were simply sinful, only bolstering the heavy arousal that sat within the divine puppet. “Please…! L-Lord Scaramouche~ I-I’m… y-your whore, hah, please… please… p-please…!” Oh how your desperate begging turned him on. Warmth pooled within his abdomen, his cock beginning to twitch more, pre-cum pearling at the flushed tip.

He moaned against your clit, sending jolts of electrifying pleasure up your spine. Your hips bucked anxiously up into his mouth, your body deceiving you and your embarrassment to chase the godlike touch that was of Scaramouche, the sixth of the Fatui harbingers. A divine puppet created by a god. The holder of your heart and soul. And the giver of all of your pleasure and pain. He was practically your entire world and you were putty in the palm of his cool yet soft hands. Pliable to his every want and desire.

“You feel so good! Mngh~! L-Lord you- hah!- you feel a-amazing! It’s so, so, SO -Mm!- good!” Your praise ignited a fire between his legs, his foot bouncing up and down off the ground as he tried to quell his the arousal that threatened to spill out of every crevice of his body. He needed to make you cum by his tongue before he decided to fill you up with his deliciously thick cock. “That’s it. Keep praising your god, maybe if you praise good enough… I’ll let you cum all over my face.”

His tongue dove between your folds, teasing his tongue through the muscles of your gummy walls to thrust his tongue inside. Your legs shook, head thrown back as your lips spouted praise and pleasured gasps. Your fingers came to gently touch the back of his head, scared to attempt to push him further or grip his hair. Scaramouche hummed in response, lightly tapping your waist to signal his approval for your much needed actions.

Your hands pushed against his head, his nose driving right against your clit to grind against the pulsing nerves and send pleasure through your nerves. His tongue darted in and out of your fluttery and whiny cunt, drooling for his cock, drooling for his cum to fill up your hole and claim you as his. Your fingers curled to entangle into his soft indigo hair, holding it shakily while your hips bucked weakly into his mouth.

Your walls fluttered around his tongue, your body beginning to tense with a burning heat rising up in your stomach. “M-My Lor- Ngh!!” Scaramouche brought a hand closer to your cunt, angling his head so his fingertips could pinch and roll against your clit, his dark and lustful eyes glaring at you seductively through the thickness of his gorgeous lashes. He was practically demanding you to cum. “C-Cum-! Cumming! Hah!”

With a loud cry of his name, you unexpectedly squirted onto Scaramouche’s face. Your body jerked up quickly, sobering up from the drunken state of ecstasy with lightening speed. He pulled away with haste, eyes wide with his breathing ragged and uneven, surprised himself at what you’d done. Once he realized what had happened, a sadistic grin spread over his lips, his cock getting impossibly harder. His face glistened with your fluids, dripping off his chin and rolling down the sides of his face.

His tongue licked over his lips, standing with haste he began to remove his pants. You could only blush a deep scarlet in embarrassment at squirting all over The Balladeer’s face, dirtying him with your sinful impurity. An apology was quick on your tongue until a pair of soft and wet lips pressed against yours reassuringly. A whiny gasp escaped during the kiss, the dripping head of his cock nudging and rubbing up and down your twitching cunt hole.

“Shut it.” He didn’t let you speak, only glowering down at you with a dark lust sparkling within his eyes. “Now… please your god with all you’ve got, whore.”

Your fingertips were like ice on his hot body, trailing lovingly up his abdomen to his pectorals. The firm sight of his toned abdomen came under your sinful gaze, dirtying him with your mind in the best of ways. Goosebumps littered his pale smooth skin, his cock beginning to strain harder against his pants at your heated touch. “You can be a good boy and let mommy make you feel good can’t you?”

Fuck was that one of the hottest things he had ever heard you say. His mommy issues were flaring up, and all he wanted right now was for you to take care of him in the best of ways. His head frantically nodded, his heart beginning to pound against his chest watching a sly smile spread over your soft lips. Your fingers traced back down his body, stopping at his belt before tugging teasingly at the belt that was snuggly buckled around his hips.

“These are in my way, Scara. Can you move them for me baby? Please?” Your voice was like honey. Sickingly sweet and oh so tempting. His body moved to your will, your words sending a rush of excited anticipation coursing through his veins. His slender fingers toyed with the silver buckle of his belt, slipping it through the hole and pulling the leather out of the loops of his pressed slacks. “Awe, such a good boy. Keep going.”

He flung the belt across the room, not even bothering to look where it might have landed. His fingertips unzipped his slacks, shimmying them down his slender tone legs before throwing them to the floor haphazardly to accompany his forgotten belt. His boxers were tight, a generous patch of wetness visible as his flushed tip clung to the dampened fabric of his boxers. It twitched gingerly under your erotic gaze, sending his stomach into a spiral of hot arousal.

“Mmm, look at you baby. Already twitching. You want me that bad?” You cooed softly to your lover, reaching behind yourself to unclasp your lacy bra. The straps slid off your shoulders seductively, the brassiere falling off your arms and being tossed amongst the floor. Scaramouche’s eyes immediately fell to your lovely breasts. He could feel his mouth salivating at the sight. The undeniable curve and jiggle, the erectness of your nipples, he wanted to punch and suck on them so bad. “Nothing to say? You’re making me shy…”

“Tsk!” He clicked his tongue in distaste when you feigned your shyness, his cheeks beginning to flush in embarrassment at the lack of words that refused to come from his lips. Anything he wanted to say died within his throat the moment you revealed more and more of your body to him. “Just… c-c’mon. I’m gettin’ impatient here.” His eyebrows knit together, his lip getting caught between his teeth watching your expression morph into one of mischief. “So demanding… not even a please? How rude. You don’t wanna be bad do you?”

“N-No… P… Please just fuck me… mommy….” A sly grin spread over your lips, loving the sound of your oh so dominant lover’s shaky voice pleading for you to fuck him like he wants. “See? Not too hard yeah?” He watched with bated breath as your fingers hooked around the edges of your panties, pulling them down just enough for him to see a lewd string of your dripping arousal attached to your panties and your slick inviting cunt. His cock twitched in his boxers, pre-cum pearling from the angry tip.

He swallowed hard when he saw the sinful string snap, his mouth drooping open slowly as slow and heavy breaths heaved against chest. Once your panties were discarded his boxers were tugged down, letting his hardened length smack against his toned abdomen. He could feel your body heat above him, practically radiating a scorching feeling of overwhelming lust and affection. The wetness of your folds rubbed over his sensitive tip, pulling a deep moan from his chest at the feeling.

“Beg me… to fuck you baby~ be a good boy and fucking beg.” Scaramouche bit his lip harder, his eyes focused on the way his tip slid between your folds and brushed so lovingly at your clit. His cock twitched against your pussy, eager to feel the warm tightness of your cunt around him. He let out a shaky breath, finally coming to make eye contact with you as you hovered over him teasingly. “P… Please… fuck me…”

“What was that? I can’t hear you baby, speak up.” Your sly grin drove him crazy. If he knew you would be this hot when topping him he would’ve let you do this a long time ago. His cheeks flushed darker, a sharp glare sparking within his indigo eyes. “Please just fuck me already damnit! F-Fuck I want it so bad… I fucking need it. Please, please mommy, please take my cock in your pretty pussy… Want to… cum inside you and fill you up. Please, just fu- Ngh!!”

Hearing his sexy begging was too much, and you sunk onto him immediately, taking all of his thick girth at once. You both moaned in unison, the generous throb of his cock making your knees grow weak beside his hips. His hands hastily came to rest against your thighs, squeezing the plush flesh between his fingers for support. Your hips rocked back and forth against him, puffy clit grinding against his pelvis sending sparks of electric pleasure through your nerves.

“A-Ahh, Scara, so deep baby… ngh… good boy~” With steady movements, you rested your hands against his abdomen, supporting yourself while you rode his cock. Scarsmouche turned into a moaning and whining mess. God did it feel good to be dominated for once. He hated the idea of being submissive, he needed to have control of his life. Something in his past or something. But right now, letting you take care of him like this, was the best feeling in the world. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Y-Yes mommy… yes… hah!”

“Hah, someone’s feeling- Mmhh!- good huh?” Scaramouche nodded his head, his eyes coming to close as he solely focused on the way your pussy engulfed his cock so perfectly. The lovely curves of your cunt, the warmth, the sounds, the pure bliss of how it practically sucked him in. His hips bucked against yours, the hands on your thighs coming to push you back down. “Mmh! S-So needy, Scara~ C-Can’t even keep -hmm!- y-your hands to yourself!”

“Sh-Shut up! Hah, keep going…!” You grabbed onto his arms, pushing yourself harder to ride him faster. His eyes peeked open slowly, relishing the way your breasts bounced freely as you rode him. His gaze then cast down to the clear and slick sheen that coated his cock from your juices. He watched with bated breath as your pussy took his cock over and over again, appearing and disappearing again and again.

“Y-Yeah, k-keep fucking me… just l-like that, ngh! Keep going, please mommy! Fuuuuck!” He couldn’t help but keep watching, his hips involuntarily continuing to jerk relentlessly up into your bounces. The sloshing sounds of your sexes meeting filled the room, accompanied by the wet smack of his thighs against your ass and both your sinful moans. “Mhm! Yes! Yes, yes, yes, h-hah! Gonna cum… P-Please make me cum mommy!”

“Me too… Mmph!” Scaramouche pulled his arms away from you, pushing himself up to wrap his arms around you tightly. His face buried into your neck, inhaling your scent. You were all around him, clogging his senses and overwhelming his nerves. “Scara! Scara, ahh! C’mon baby… c-cum inside me! Be a good boy a-and fill me up! C’mon! Cum, cum, cu- ngh!”

“Fuck! Mommy!” His hands frantically flew to your hips, forcing your body up and down faster, using your body to reach his high. You could feel his chest pressing against yours, your boobs bouncing against his hard chest and smacking against his skin. His muscles and balls tightened, his cock beginning to throb and twitch inside you. It wasn’t long until he shoved you down harshly, finally ribboning his generous seed into your deepest crevices.

“Scara~! Hah!” Your abdomen was warm and tight, your own body glistening in sweat as you pressed against your lover. You could feel your combined fluids beginning to dribble out of your pussy, becoming flooded with his cum and the gush of your cream around the base of his length. “Hah… g-good boy.” Your praise sent his mind spiraling to the point where he was beginng to be dizzy. From the overstimulation of your cunt squeezing him so tightly or the mind numbing way you praised him.

“C-can we go again?” He looked up at you, his eyebrows creased upwards and a pleading look in his fucked out indigo eyes. Your eyes widened in surprise. You hadn’t expected him to enjoy the praise and dominance so much. His hard exterior crumbled within seconds of your pleasure. Your lips curled into a grin, leaning in to kiss his lip softly. If he was going to be submissive for one night, might as well give him his full before his walls began to rebuild.

“Of course~ anything for my good boy.”

“Hmm, smooth. Although, I must admit…” He leaned across the table, his smooth and warm hand coming to pull your shirt forward. His hot breath fanned over your ear, making your cheeks rise in color and your eyes widen in surprise and embarrassment. “I would be the one doing all the licking, wouldn’t you say, (Y/N)?”

You pushed him away flustered, your face completely red. The sexual tension began to rise between the two of you. Your eyes darting all over the place while your face refused to get rid of the glowing blush. Scaramouche was beginning to get frustrated, his mind unable to focus on your project and instead imagining how lovely your voice would sound having him tongue fuck you into oblivion.

“Tsk, forget this stupid fucking assignment.” He slammed his laptop closed, shoving his and your things into his own bag quickly before he snatched up your hand and pulled you out of the booth at the cafe. You were too surprised to even process what was going on before he drug you by your wrist out to his car in the parking garage. “And fuck your stupid teasing. It’s so annoying my ears threaten to fall off every time you say one of those cheesy fucking pick-up lines.”

He yanked the back seat of his car open before he pushed you inside, throwing his things into the floor before he climbed on top of you. His fingers grabbed your face roughly, pulling you into a sloppy and heated kiss. It was no surprise to him how you kissed him back eagerly, it just proved to him that you wanted him to do this. It was all he needed before he began to tug on your skirt and panties, his tongue flicking and swirling over yours as he deepened your passionate kiss.

“A-Ahh, Scara-“ He suddenly clamped his hand over your mouth, his eyes glaring down into yours with a fiery pit of lust pooling from his gorgeous indigo eyes. “Shut up. All I want to hear, are your moans of pleasure from how well I tongue fuck you.” Your body shivered beneath him, nodding obediently at his demanding tone. He smirked, his hands pushing your knees apart eagerly. “Good girl.”

Scaramouche groaned at the sight of your glistening folds on display for him. So wet just from one suggestive little comment from him. “What a fucking whore, I love it.” He keeled down, his breath blowing over your pussy, eyes rolling back at the way your hole clenched around nothing in anticipation. With a sexy groan, Scaramouche flicked his tongue between your folds, the tip gliding up and down your entrance.

A moan tore through your throat, your legs trembling beside his head as you struggled not to close your legs on him. Your neglected clit pulsated under his teasing licks, your hips unconsciously bucking into his mouth for more. His hand came to smack your butt roughly, causing a surprised squeak to leave you as he looked up through his dark beautiful lashes.

“Don’t you dare. You’ll take what I give you. Be a good girl and stay still.” His voice was full of authority, his expression demanding you obey him. He was in complete control right now and there was nothing you could do. Best thing to do is just be a good girl and listen, or else he wouldn’t give you what you were desperately aching for. “M-mhm, I-I’m sorry…”

“So pathetic…” A dry chuckle resonated from his chest, his tongue going back to work against your drooling cunt. His nose came to lightly brush against your puffy clit, his tongue dipping back and forth against your entrance, teasing you cruelly. Your hands gripped against the headrests of his car seats, your teeth grit as you struggled not to move and stay still beneath him. It was proving much more difficult as his nose pushed harder against your clit.

“S-Scara! P-Please- ngh! -n-need more!” Another laugh came from below, his lips vibrating against your pussy. You shuddered in response, looking down between your legs to see him sitting there so comfortably and smug. “Look at you.” He scoffed lightly, bringing his fingers to trace up and down your slit before spreading your folds to see your gaping hole. “So weak and desperate. All at my fingertips. You look good like this. Maybe this will make you be quiet from now on and learn not to tease me, you filthy fucking flirt.”

“Ahh!” You gasped and cried out in bliss from his lips enclosing around your clit, his tongue flicking quickly against it while he occasionally sucked on it. Your back arched, moans picking up in volume, hands flailing and clawing at the headrests in overstimulating bliss. Before you knew it his fingers were knuckle deep inside, pumping quickly inside your pussy. Lewd squelching and sucking noises came from below you, overwhelming your senses and pushing you closer to the edge.

Scaramouche pushed his face further into your cunt, his tongue coming down to flatten against your hole and lick his way up to your clit before giving it a sloppy kiss with a smack of his lips. His back and neck began to ache from the little space in the car, but he didn’t care, your taste was absolutely divine. He didn’t want to stop. Not when the sound of your moans and the taste of your cunt sent him to cloud nine.

“Scara-! Hah! Mmgh! Wait, wait, wait!! Mmhh! I’m c-cumming! G-Gonna- ngh-! Cum! Scara! Scara!” Your beautiful voice grew desperate beneath the sinful touch of his tongue and fingers. Your lips chanted out his name like a mantra, only making the painful stiffness in Scaramouche’s pants more and more unbearable. His unoccupied hand slid down quickly to pull his cock out, quickly stroking it to relieve himself of his aching arousal.

His fingers pushed deeper to hit your sweet spot, his tongue curling over your throbbing clit to send you over the edge. You cried out his name loudly, your hands coming to entangle into his neat indigo hair, pushing his face harder into your cunt as you whined out his name again. He groaned lowly, the movements on his throbbing cock becoming all the more agonizing. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, getting off on your taste, your touch, and your sexy noises.

You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore, your thighs coming to clamp around his head while your body twitched violently as an intense orgasm washed over your frame, creaming all over his face and his fingers. He quickly pulled his fingers out and pried your thighs off him with one hand before he slammed a hand beside your head, stroking his cock feverishly above your cunt as his climax approached rapidly.

“F-Fuck! (Y/N)! Ngh-!” He let out a few ragged breaths before cursing loudly with a moan following close behind, his cock twitching as he spurt cum all over your slippery cunt. Your juices mixed together, some even dripping against the car seats that slid off your glistened folds. Scaramouche felt light headed, his body burning with pleasure, his face sticky and wet with your fluids and his legs shaky from his intense orgasm. “Shit…” He breathed out. “That was… fucking amazing.”

You were too weak to reply, your legs falling limply beside him as you gazed up tiredly at him. “M-M’ sorry for teasing you… I-I just… like you… a lot.” With a weak smile you leaned up to peck his lips lightly. Your heart almost skipped a beat seeing his slightly flushed face and ghost of a smile. “Tsk, it’s about time you told me…filthy flirt.” He scoffed, turning his head away from you in attempt to hide his flustered expression. He brought his sleeve up to his mouth before he grabbed your skirt and panties and handed them to you embarrassed.

“Now hurry up and put these on. My apartment is 15 minutes away. I suggest you recover quickly, because I’m far from done with you.”

He knew you were at work. Did he care? Fuck no. He needed a hit and he knew you would always cave in and come home anytime he sent you a video of him touching himself so lewdly. Of course, there were certain weeks where he couldn’t bother you, thankfully, this week wasn’t one of them. He tossed his phone aside after he sent the dirty texts attached with a video file, his face coming to bury into your pillow, inhaling your scent sharply.

“Ahh, hah, please. Need to so bad~ I m-miss you so much…! Ngh-! It hurts…” His whines were utterly humiliating. Tears welling up within his crimson lust filled eyes while his hand was beginning to become slick with his pre-cum. The wet and slicked up sound of his fist moving echoed through the room, accompanied by the rustle of the sheets as his body twitched and writhed on the bed, aching for you to sate his burning needs.

As expected, he heard the front door opening and closing, hurried steps approaching the bedroom getting louder and louder. The anticipation was enough to bring him closer to his climax. The thought alone making his eyes roll back. The door flung open, your bag being dropped to the floor before your professional blazer was thrown to the floor haphazardly.

“Look what we have here? Can’t even get yourself off without me? Cmon, Kazuha… you can’t be that desperate for me can you?” Your words made him shudder. He loved and hated that beautiful teasing tone you held when in the bedroom. “Haha, even the bed is already stained… you’ve made such a mess, baby. Do you think you deserve to be touched?”

“I-I’m sorry! I c-couldn’t help it…” Kazuha whimpered softly, his hand stilling before scooting back on the bed to allow you to crawl over him. He could hear his heartbeat within his ears, his abdomen doing flips as he watched with bated breath as your hand approached his throbbing cock. Your index finger poked at his balls, before sliding your finger up the underside of his leaky erection. “M-More-! Please!”

“So whiny, Kazuha~ I’ve barely even touched you properly.” Before he knew it your hand retracted from his drooling arousal, causing him to whine at the loss, his eyes beginning to well up with needy tears. His lips parted, drool slickened and swollen, whimpering out a small haiku. “J-Just like morning dew, I weep a-and wait for your warmth… t-take-“ His voice wavered, a small tear escaping his eye as he finished the heartfelt haiku to you. “Take me to heaven…~”

Your heart skipped a beat, cheeks flushing lightly. You should be used to his poetic and “pure” down to earth side, but hearing such a heartfelt Japanese poem leave his gorgeous lips, you caved into his desires. Your hand cupped his balls before going down to kiss the tip of his cock, rubbing your face lovingly against it while Kazuha could do nothing but moan and throw his head back against the pillows.

“So sweet, Kazuha… my precious little darling~ I’ll give you what you want, m’kay?” He could only nod frantically in response, his hips bucking up to rub his throbbing cock against your face urging you to suck it. You obliged to his unspoken request and took his tip into your mouth, flicking your tongue up and down his slippery tip before swirling your tongue around the underside. His body trembled beneath you, his knuckles turning white from gripping the bed sheets tightly.

“N-Ngh-! Hah! Please!” Your hand massaged at his scrotum, your cheeks hollowing to suck on his tip before bobbing your head slowly, taking more and more of his generous length into the warmth of your mouth. He was melting by the second, and you could feel the way his balls tightened and his length throbbed and twitched under your tongues spell. “W-Wait I’m g-gonna- ahh! -cum! C-Cumming!”

You were so good with your mouth he couldn’t help himself. Coupled with your searing touch, your magical mouth, and his masturbating before you arrived he was so close to coming undone so quickly. His face flushed red, his mouth pooling with saliva as he cried out in pleasure. His slender fingers entangled into your hair, bobbing your head faster against his length before he pushed you down harshly with a loud moan.

Thick ropes of cum spewed into your mouth, the salty taste immediately hitting your tastebuds. You moaned at the sensation, loving the way you could feel every little twitch of his sensitive tip spurting ribbons of his seed. His body twitched violently feeling you moan against his sensitive cock, his body overwhelmed by overstimulation from the amazing blow job you’d given him. You could feel your pussy pulse and your clit throb in need at such a lewd display.

You pulled your mouth away from his sensitive length, streaks of his cum spilling back onto his cock as your mouth left him. He could see the lewd drips of his cum from the side of your lips, newfound arousal flipping his stomach and bringing his cock back to life for another blissful session. You could only giggle in response before licking your lips and pulling your dampened panties off from underneath your pencil skirt.

“How cute, ready for round two, darling~?”

His head jerked back up, watching with ragged breaths as your teeth sunk lightly into his flesh, pain beginning to set when your teeth began to grind the flesh within your mouth. Wanderer couldn’t help the way his legs spread wider for you, loving the pain you gave with each harsh yet possessive mark on his thighs. “Your thighs are so soft~ so easy to bruise and mark up. You won’t hide them from anymore… will you Wanderer?”

His cheeks were red, forehead sticky with sweat. His indigo bangs were damp from the intensity of your assault on him. He shook his head quickly, his lovely moans increasing when your palm bumped against his balls with every quick fluid stroke of his cock. You could feel it pulsing, begging for release. His muscles were beginning to tense, his cute noises only increasing the moment you began to suck more hickies into his inner thighs.

“Mmm~ I’m g-gonna cum! Cumming… oh sh-shit I’m gonna cum… please (Y/N), I-I wanna cum, hah~” You brought your head back slowly, grinning at how the oh mighty Wanderer had become such a pleading mess beneath the spell of lust. “Then cum baby.” You pushed your breasts against cock, pressing them together to jerk him off with your tits. “C’mon love, I know you can do it. You’ve done so well.”

God your praise was driving him crazy! His mommy issues and abandonment trauma made him crave recognition, crave praise and worship from those around him. He was a divine being, deserving of supremacy. Even though his Fatui days were long but gone, you lit a never ending flame within his soul. Fulfilling his deepest needs and desires.

His pre-cum glistened on the swell of your breasts, his eyes now trained on the way your hands squeezed at your boobs, moving them so eagerly just to make him cum. To please him. It was so sexy seeing you pleasure him so desperately. The look of overwhelming love and care in your eyes made him weak in the knees. His sensitive thighs began to clamp against your elbows, his knees raising as he felt his muscles tense.

“Mmph! Hah!” Wanderer came with a loud and strained moan, his cheeks red in embarrassment at being so weak to your touch. His warm sticky cum ribboned from the tip, splattering onto your breasts, neck, and chin. His legs shook when your hands grabbed his thighs, pressing your fingers into the bruised hickies and lustful love bites. “A-Ahh… fuck…”

“Mmm, I’m not don’t yet, baby.” You gathered some of his savory semen onto your fingers, licking off the salty fluid with a drunken lust dazing your eyes. You laid back, grinning up at his confused expression before you licking your lips seductively. “I want you to sit on my fucking face and suffocate me with your thighs while I tongue fuck your cute ass.” His face blossomed scarlet, steam almost coming out of his ears at your request. More like a demand.

Needless to say… he would want to try pegging sometime.