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Scenario of how Zhongli would guide f! s/o who wants to learn how to deepthroat him but is inexperienced? 👀

stress relief

zhongli & gn!reader (NSFW) // 4.8k words

summary: zhongli takes his built up stress from work out on you by teaching you something new.

warnings: facefucking and a tiny bit of dacryphilia

notes: happy belated birthday zhongli!! and thank you so much for waiting anon T__T this is way too long overdue but i had some zhongli brainrot over the past two weeks which inspired me to write this. hope you all enjoy :)

ZHONGLI LET OUT A HEAVY SIGH as he sat at his desk, tapping his pen into the inkwell for what seemed like the millionth time tonight. It wasn’t surprising to see him working at home — after all, he was always glad to assist Hu Tao in any way he could, even if that meant filling out paperwork for some bookings here and there for her or personally venturing outside of the parlor for supplies beyond the harbor.

But lately, his large influx of work was due to a sudden request from overseas that needed to be fulfilled urgently. The parlor had to export about two dozens of coffins and millions of Mora worth of funeral rite materials to Inazuma following the news of casualties in the nation’s recent battles. Since this request contained economic intricacies unfamiliar to Director Hu (as most business deals she made were usually made among Liyue’s borders and adjacent regions and never overseas), Zhongli had offered his convenient and abundant knowledge of trade across the seas to help lighten Hu Tao’s load. Plus, she offered to pay him extra for his time, and Zhongli would never complain about a bigger paycheck.

Though as much as he hated to admit it, he seemed to have bit off more than he could chew. The Inazuma request was made while the parlor was meant to be filing taxes for the year. Hu Tao normally did this by herself, but with the request now being handled by Zhongli, it made sense for him to take care of the parlor’s taxes as well to hit two birds with one stone. In the meantime, Hu Tao would work with her fellow employees on gathering materials and loading them onto the Alcor so everything would be delivered on time. Throughout all this, the parlor still had to manage their current funerals booked in Liyue, and with the Lantern Rite festival approaching, everything seemed to get busier for everyone in the parlor as the days dragged on.

There was no doubt that Zhongli was stressed. He had to dig through his memory of the most efficient trading routes for each Inazuman island, calculate the cost of export, write a plan for Hu Tao to carry out, all while keeping the parlor’s taxes in mind under a crunched deadline. With so much more responsibilities in and out of work swimming through his mind, there was no time to think about his own personal needs. He had spent every night for the past few days staying up late to refine every single detail and meet every deadline, and of course, you were growing concerned for him.

You happily offered to stay in his office to keep him company whenever you could, preparing tea for him when he got home and reminding him to eat his dinner as soon as the sun went down. At times you would offer to massage his shoulders whenever he took a few minutes to rest his mind, but through it all, it was obvious that he was exhausted yet couldn’t quite relax. Tonight you sat at his side as usual, cuddling his arm and gently caressing his thigh to comfort him as much as you felt you could. Initially, this didn’t seem to have much effect on him because of how fixated he was with his work, but every time you tried to leave his side he would gently tug on the hem of your top to pull you back to him.

“I need you to stay, love,” he had muttered after your second attempt to leave him alone. “Your touch… makes me feel better.”

So you obliged, listening to his steady breathing and watching each stroke of his pen, carefully and thoughtfully placed without a single error. For most of the night he stuck to the same pattern: fill out a page, take a deep breath, replace the page, refill the ink of his pen, then repeat. You stuck to a pattern as well: caress his thigh as he wrote, give him a kiss on the cheek when he finished a page, then repeat. But as the night grew darker and he grew more frustrated, he eventually set the pen down and slumped back on his chair, crossing his arms after he cracked his knuckles.

“What’s wrong?” you grew concerned as he closed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows, clearly unsatisfied with something.

He was silent for a moment, sitting there with his eyes closed. It looked like he was thinking of something to say, cooking up an answer in his rapidly firing brain. At the same time it also looked like he was trying to rest his eyes from staring downwards all night. Maybe it was a little bit of both.

“Please… forgive me for what I am about to say,” he muttered under his breath as he opened his eyes to meet yours.

“What do you mean?” you gladly accepted his hand which had reached to gently hold yours. He began tracing his thumb along the knuckles of your fingers, letting his thoughts properly sink in.

His relationship with you wasn’t new by any means, but he made sure to keep one thing in mind throughout all his time with you: he never wanted to take intimacy any further than you wanted it to be. In other words, he seldom made any first moves of affection unless you clearly wanted him to. To him, it was a gesture of his respect towards you — he would be shattered if he ever accidentally broke an unspoken boundary he never knew of. To you, it was adorable, the way he would ask for permission before every passionate kiss or wait for your signal before climbing into bed behind you. He clearly loved you and never wanted to hurt you in any way by pushing things farther than they needed to be.

Yet there was something bubbling in him tonight, something a little darker that consumed his thoughts. He had to admit that life as a mortal in a relationship wasn’t what he expected. He found himself having to control his carnal desires much more frequently, not because of his mortal form, but because of you. The way you would caress and massage his body through his clothes or whisper in his ear that you loved him made his urges bounce off the walls, but of course, he didn’t want to admit it. Especially when the two of you had never pushed boundaries past kisses and touchy hands.

At least, he normally didn’t want to take things a step further, but tonight was not a normal night. Your innocent eyes unintentionally egged him on, along with the glimpse of your soft lips waiting to press another kiss on his cheek and tell him to keep working hard. Those lips, shiny with a thin coat of saliva from a single stripe of your tongue, were all he could stare at as he began to indulge in his dirty fleeting thoughts. It was a selfish idea, he thought, to ask you to help him relieve his built up stress in a lustful manner after you had so willingly devoted your time to comfort him this late into the night. At the same time, he thought it was the perfect opportunity to ask for such a favor – after all, you were very willing for him, and it’s not as if you were doing anything else…

You must be bored, he tried to justify his thoughts. You must want something to be occupied with instead of sitting there, looking so bored…

He licked his own lips almost instinctively as he stared, fighting the urge to look further down your body. Stress radiated from his skin like the wick of a candle as he pondered what his next words would be to you.

He felt guilty. He felt filthy. But he felt distracted by you, yet he didn’t want to be left alone, so he wanted you to stay. But the longer you stayed, the longer his desires grew. And the longer he worked, the longer his impatience built up…

“Do you need something?” you finally snapped him out of his thoughts with that question. He was being a little more silent than usual, and as much as you loved when he admired your face, you felt he was staring much longer than he might have realized.

“…I need you,” was all he managed to say.

“Well, I’m right here,” you gave him that sweet grin of yours. That sweet grin, the one that made his heart swell.

The one he wanted to ruin right about now.

“Forgive me, love,” he let go of your hand, resting both elbows on the armrests of his chair as he made himself comfortable.

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“I need to ask for… a favor.”

“I’m all ears,” you tried to sound as grounded as possible to hide the fact that you grew concerned by the second. Why was he acting so strange and avoidant? Did you do something to annoy him?

After what felt like an eternity of silence, he turned his gaze away from you towards the floor, despondent and almost ashamed in a way. He decided to tell the truth, knowing you wouldn’t push him away even if you didn’t agree with him. You loved him too much, and he loved you even more. If any problems arose from this confession, he knew you would still love him just the same.

“...I want you to get down on your knees,” he finally admitted.

Surprise flashed across your eyes. It was unlike him to be demanding like that, especially for such a suggestive request. Words weren’t adding up for a few moments, but once you realized he was truly being serious, you pulled your thoughts together. You weren’t opposed to the idea, it was just… unexpected. Nervous eyes darted to his knees, which had now uncrossed with a clear intention.

“A-Are you asking for something… intimate, Zhongli?”

“Perhaps.”

You couldn’t conjure up a response even if you tried. The words wouldn’t escape your brain — all you could do was follow the thoughtless movement of your body as you slowly stepped in front of him and knelt down between his knees. Each limb had a mind of its own as you sat yourself in a comfortable position and let him stare at the way a blush crept onto your cheeks. Embarrassed by the proximity of his lap to your face, your eyes darted to the side, wanting to avoid as much mental confrontation with the current situation as possible.

“Judging by how eagerly you followed such a request without hesitation nor objection, I trust that you are okay with this situation?”

Your hair bounced as you nodded profusely. The rhythm of your heart thumped quicker at the thought of doing something so intimate with Zhongli, your lover who you had only shared surface level affection with thus far. The thought of finally taking things a step further after all this time together excited you, so much that words were still completely forgotten, like snowflakes disappearing into the palm of a warm hand on a cold evening such as this one. He was delighted to see you eager for him and he surely didn’t want to stop, but he still had his doubts with how easily you complied.

So he double checked, as usual. “I need a verbal agreement, dearest.”

“Yes,” your eyes quickly met his amber stare. With as much reassurance in your voice as you could muster, you nodded once more. “I… I want to do this for you, Zhongli.”

“Do what, hm?” he teased. “All I’ve asked is that you kneel down for me.”

“I can do… more than just that if that’s what will help you relieve some tension,” you happily offered. He nodded slowly in agreement, the corners of his mouth turning up as he felt his pants getting tighter in anticipation.

“Have you ever performed oral before, dear one?”

A blush quickly crept onto your cheeks as you shook your head no. He only grinned more at this, slowly moving his hand to your head to run his fingers across your scalp, gathering the loose strands and tucking them behind your ear as much as he could.

“Allow me to guide you, then,” he shifted in his seat, pushing his lap an inch closer to your blushing face.

“As you wish,” you gladly responded as you relaxed your neck and placed your hands on your lap, ready to do whatever he pleased. Relief washed over you as he continued to caress the spot behind your ear, knowing that he would teach you well, as he did with most educational rambles on various topics. Zhongli continued this gentle motion, admiring the features of your face, imagining how messy he can make them. You sat there so patiently for him, staring into his eyes that had a certain glow to it due to the candlelight which illuminated his desk. Behind him, you could see Liyue’s first snowfall of the winter season begin to accumulate on the window, appreciating the warmth of his body that sat so close to yours.

He cleared his throat before speaking, figuring he shouldn’t dwell on his thoughts any longer, instead opting to manifest them in real life. “Offer me your hand.”

You obeyed, lifting your dominant hand and placing it atop his thigh, feeling your heartbeat flutter faster every second. He removed his hand from your hair, gently grabbing your palm and guiding it towards the tent in his slacks. Dragging your fingers along the zipper towards his belt buckle, he glanced at you with an expectation, which you picked up immediately. Without his help, you took your time unbuckling and unzipping him, making sure to maintain eye contact with him with each swift movement. A low grumble in his throat as you kept grazing over his swelling member with each movement made you giggle softly. He was enjoying every second of this and it had barely begun.

Still keeping one hand on your thigh, you used the other to finally reveal his aching cock, one that made your eyes widen at the sheer size. He was neither big nor small, rather, if it weren’t for your nervousness from inexperience, you felt he was the perfect size for you. The flesh of it was darker than the rest of his skin with a throbbing red tip, practically drooling with precum. You had to admit that the sight of him taking deep breaths through parted lips while he watched you curiously grab his length made your own core throb as well.

Your inexperience didn’t mean you were oblivious to what would make him feel good. He didn’t need to tell you to do anything for you to automatically begin shifting your palm up and down with a tender squeeze, wetting your lips with your tongue to prepare for what’s to come.

“You’re already doing so well,” he said with a breathy chuckle as you continued pumping him slowly. “Keep going, love.”

Zhongli decided to encourage you with more kind caresses, tucking your hair behind your ear once more and keeping his hand there to scratch your scalp. A pout formed on your face as you realized you couldn’t stare at him anymore with his length covering your view, so you plopped your cheek against his inner thigh, leaning into his touch a bit more. Glee filled his eyes as he indulged in your admirable face once more, warmth pooling in his cheeks as he watched the lewd movement of your hand right next to your loving eyes.

“Are you ready to continue?” he questioned, enjoying the feeling of your hand yet yearning for more. “If you are uncertain, I will be content with only this.”

Daringly, you inched your face closer to his cock, close enough that your nose was breathing in his musky scent, each inhale and exhale tickling his veins. “I’ve been waiting for the teaching to truly begin, you know.”

“Oh?” his eyes lit up with your forward statement, more dirty thoughts flashing across his eyes as he felt the warm breath of your lips while you talked. Mentally waving the fantasies away, he removed the pillow that he had been using as a backrest and offered it to you, waiting for you to adjust the position or your legs so that you knelt down on the cushion before continuing. “Let us begin, then.”

The fingers that had been massaging your head travelled further back, his large palm now cupping the base of your skull. “Bring your head up further for me.”

You obeyed, straightening your back so your head would be positioned closer to his leaky tip. “Now open your mouth,” he commanded, his eyes sternly locked on yours. “Keep your tongue out for me and I can guide you through the rest.”

With a slight tremor of your lips, you dropped your jaw slowly, darting your tongue out so it would cover your teeth. The gleam of your wet muscle shyly waiting for him made his heart race. “Good,” he dragged out the vowels in the word as he slowly pulled your head further down until the tip of his cock was mere centimeters away from being tasted. You looked so adorable just sitting there, letting the drool slowly accumulate on your bottom lip as he began to pull your head down on his own. Zhongli’s voice nearly dropped an octave when he groaned at the feeling of your mouth finally enveloping his cock, suckling only on the tip as he knew not to force you down quickly — not yet, at least. Not until you’ve gotten used to it, he reminded himself of your experience, or lack thereof.

“Remember to breathe through your nose, love,” he said between groans, noticing your gag reflex already starting to flare up when he accidentally pushed you down half an inch further. “And do not force yourself too much for me. Please do not hesitate to tap on my leg if you need to breathe.”

He let you rest in that same position on his length for a few moments, allowing you to naturally lift yourself off whenever he alleviated the pressure on your head and nudging you down again after watching you take a breath. The tip was the only thing he let you wrap your lips around, as he intended to go deeper when you got more comfortable with him inside your mouth. Zhongli grinned when he noticed your jaw loosening, like oiling a cog in a machine.

“Attempt to swallow,” he said while he continued to move your head up and down his crown, and when you did, a load guttural moan rumbled in his throat, an indicator of how well you managed to comply to his request.

“Very good,” he said, almost breathless as you repeated that swallowing motion over and over again to hear his groans of praise. “You are learning quickly, my love. Do you think you can go deeper?”

When you felt the weight on your head relax, instead of pulling off to catch your breath, you instead used the opportunity to try and push yourself down a little further, managing to fit another inch or so into your mouth. As much as your gag reflex screamed at you when the tip of his cock grazed against the back of your throat, you ignored your instincts, instead listening to his shaky exhales and focusing on the way his fingers petted your scalp with fervor. “You are learning quickly, indeed,” his voice wavered as he lost his words to pleasure.

Despite how good the feeling was as you bobbed your head up and down about half of his cock at this point, he still craved for more, constantly fighting the urge to buck his hips up into your skull whenever he gently pushed your head down. You couldn’t divide your attention well enough to continue staring at his face as he filled your mouth with his length, so you instead stared at the buttons of his undershirt, noticing the little twitches of his hips whenever you got close enough. Groans filled the room, growing louder whenever you had the strength to swallow your own spit around his cock. He leaned his head to the side, resting his temple on the palm of his hand as he watched you work up and down with the tempo he set by his hand, a steady beat similar to that of the drums in Liyue’s street parades. Even as he gradually stopped pushing you with his palm and allowed you to set your own rhythm with his hand merely resting on your skull, you maintained this same tempo, getting used to the feeling and even enjoying it in a way.

“Even without my guidance, you are doing very well,” he praised, proud of how you were adapting so quickly. He straightened his spine slowly, not wanting to disturb the streak of rhythm you had established, then ran his other hand along the other side of your head. “If you are willing to continue, I believe you are ready for more.”

Your heart nearly skipped a beat as you realized his implications, immediately getting nervous about what’s to come. You lifted your head off of him to catch a breath for the first time, coughing up spit that had been pushed at the back of your throat and feeling small tears well up in your eyes. As much as you were confident that you were doing well so far based on his groans and little tidbits of verbal praise, the thought of going deeper made you nervous. He wasn’t impossibly big, but the thought of him entering your throat felt impossible.

“Won’t I choke on it?” you naively asked, finally locking eyes with him for the first time since the beginning of this escapade.

“I will go easy on you,” he gently tightened his grip on your head, eagerly pulling you back towards his cock. “And I will make sure you get plenty of opportunities to breathe, my dear. Just relax and allow me to… mmph…”

His ramble was immediately cut off by the warmth of your lips as you slowly lowered yourself on his cock, focusing on breathing through your nose and relaxing as much as possible. The hands on your head made sure to lift you up to alleviate tension before you went too deep, almost like Zhongli truly wanted to make sure you wouldn’t choke too hard. Even though you were certainly gagging by the time you were a mere two inches away from his base, you were determined to continue pleasuring him. It was more than a desire to make him feel good, it was also the desire to be good for him. The desire to be of service to him while he was working so hard, and the desire to relieve his stress. You knew deep inside that doing this for him was one step closer to him returning the favor in the future, and judging by how he treated you now with such dominant gentleness, you were looking forward to that moment indeed.

“I may not be able to hold myself back any longer,” you heard him mutter through shaky breaths. He stared in awe at how messy your face already was bobbing up and down with a bit of a struggle, how strings of saliva had connected his cock to your chin and how tears had already pricked at your eyes, streaming down your flushed cheeks. His cock twitched in excitement at the thought of how he alone managed to make you look like this despite you being so shy earlier.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” he cooed, keeping your head in place as you sputtered up more spit with his cock occupying more space in your throat. Tears flooded your eyes and you were already coughing on his length yet you refused to tap out, quite enjoying the limited air and the firm grip he had on your hair as he mindlessly started to pull on your roots. The rougher he got, the more you were encouraged by this assertive side of him, and the more your heart swelled at the thought of doing so well for him for your first time simply by being pliant and subservient.

“So obedient even when you are choking for air,” he continued the praise, relentless as he kept himself buried in your mouth despite your reflex, “and so strong willed that you refuse to lift your head up. You truly are a gift, my gem.”

The desire to ruin you even further was nearing its peak. There was something about seeing your pristine face deteriorate with tears and spit that made him want to truly see how far you could go for him. His fantasies grew darker as he thought about truly making you suffocate on his cock, yet he maintained his composure enough to spare at least some kindness. He allowed you to lift your head up once more for a quick breath before easing you back down with a newfound goal.

“Place your full trust in me for a few moments,” is what he said before pushing your head down as far as it could go, letting your nose crash into his cleanly groomed skin without a second thought. Zhongli’s hips softly bucked up off his seat to repeatedly meet the back of your throat, craving to go deeper and deeper, even if only by mere millimeters with every thrust. He blissfully ignored your continued gagging, knowing you were enjoying this as much as he was based on how your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you tried to look up at him and your muffled moans. “That’s it,” he moaned as he noticed the bulge in your throat that had formed with every movement of his hips. “Oh heavens, that’s it…”

Face fucking you is not what he intended to do at the start, but it’s certainly what he was thinking about when he first saw that sweet grin of yours — that sweet grin, the one that made his heart swell, and the one he had ruined so beautifully. Everything about you was like a work of art to him, each tear and drop of snot perfectly painted on your face to send thoughts racing across his mind, thoughts that would forever be imprinted in his mind. With this memory of you branded in him for years to come, he interlaced his fingers behind your head as if he were holding you in a warm embrace, falling deeper in love as your throat hugged his cock tighter until finally, he had to let go.

Your eyes widened as you felt it: the spurts of warm liquid rushing down to your core as he climaxed, like drinking freshly brewed tea in a cold snowstorm. Soft moans made by both you and Zhongli accompanied the sweet surprise, interrupted by your coughs as he lifted your head off of him, finally letting you take a breather. You gasped for air like you had never breathed in your life, chuckling at the realization of what had just transpired. Seeing Zhongli lose his composure over something so sexual was certainly a first.

“I… apologize for getting carried away,” he broke the silence first, reaching into his drawer to find a spare handkerchief then leaning forward to wipe most of the sweat and spit on your face. “I do not know what came over me.”

“There’s no need to apologize,” your voice was hoarse and weak, as expected, but you cleared your throat the best you could by swallowing any remnants of cum. “How did I do for my first time?”

“I believe if you were to receive a grade, I would give you a one hundred percent,” Zhongli smiled fondly, cleaning off the remaining mess that dribbled down your reddened throat. “However, I truly must get back to work as soon as possible. If you would like to rest, I will meet you in bed when I am finished working.”

You raised an eyebrow as he helped you stand up on your feet, but instead of walking away to take a bath, you slowly climbed into his lap, pressing your hips against his and noticing he was still as firm as before. With a teasing grin you couldn’t help but whisper, “Don’t you think you could offer me some… extra credit?”

Zhongli sighed, running one hand along your thigh and staring at where both of your hips met. “You certainly tempt me.”

“Can I tempt you enough to take off of work for tonight?”

He sighed once more.

Of course you can.

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