I WANNA SHOW YOU OFF
PAIRING ju haknyeon x f!reader
WORD COUNT 1.65k
GENRES smut
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, idol!juhak and non-idol!reader, stupid man not getting the hint, jealous juhak š¤, DOM JUHAK !!!! this deserves its own warning phew, marking, no foreplay bc we ball like steph curry, little bit of exhibitionism but also not really, unprotected sex, sex against a wall?? standing upright?? what is that position called, creampie lol
SUMMARY you hated when men flirted with you, but god if it didnāt result in such a thrilling experience.
MORE im actually yelling like no way iāve done 9 of theseā¦. each time a fawntober fic goes up i rattle my brain around in my head to make sure itās not empty š ANYWAYS!!! if u enjoyed, please reblog <3
PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri
You couldnāt wait to get out of here.
Your feet were starting to ache from the uncomfortable heels you were wearing. Your faux smile could only handle staying on your face for so long. Your head was throbbing from all of the superficial conversations. You were just about ready to crash.
That was the thing about being the girlfriend of a successful idol, you had to accompany him to these company parties despite everyone being so fake. The only genuine people were the idols themselves. All of the higher ups and staff members were just too vain and shallow minded, you could hardly talk to them without feeling like youād lost multiple brain cells.
To be fair, you werenāt required to attend these. Haknyeon technically wasnāt even supposed to have a girlfriend, for the sake of maintaining his image for the fans. But everyone at his company knew of your existence and he liked having the excuse to parade you around like a little trophy.
His group members often teased him for being the first to get into a relationship. The two of you had been friends way before he even began idol training and preparing to debut. During that time, youād lost touch, thanks to his rigorous training process and dedication to his craft. But a couple years into the limelight and you found your way back to each other. Fate was a funny concept.
You were currently standing at a high-top table, mindlessly chatting with some guy from the PR department. Haknyeon had disappeared to grab you some drinks to kill time before you could finally leave. Sunwoo stayed back to keep you occupied while he was gone, but at some point, you heard Eric calling for him and he, too, had wandered off. You kind of wished you went with him, now stuck with this random man you didnāt know.
āYouāre really pretty, Y/N,ā the guy says, smiling at you. āHaknyeon is very lucky.ā
You laugh awkwardly, thanking him for the compliment. He kept inching closer to you, making it palpable that he was flirting in spite of his awareness towards your relationship. The dude clearly couldnāt take a hint, oblivious to your uncomfortability. You didnāt want to be rude, though. These were the people who worked with your boyfriend on a near daily basis.
Where the hell was Haknyeon?
āDoes he treat you well?ā He asks, clearly steering the conversation in a specific direction. You know what heās aiming at, but you pretend to be ignorant to his attempts.
āHeās an exceptional boyfriend, actually. He treats me like a princess.ā You state, eyes darting around the large event hall in search of said boyfriend. If he didnāt come to your rescue soon, you feared youād say something worthy of putting his career on the line.
āIf thatās truly the case, why is he nowhere to be found? How could such a good partner leave his girlfriend all alone like this?ā The gaslighting is hilarious. The fact that this guy genuinely felt he was so much better than Haknyeon, that he was much more attractive, was laughable. He sincerely thought he was powerful enough to come between your secure, loving relationship.
āHere you go, baby,ā a drink is placed in front of you, a kiss left on your temple. āWhat are you and Seojun talking about?ā
Haknyeonās arm wraps snugly around your waist. To anyone else, heād look normal. He was remaining neutral, lips pulled into a thin line but curved at the ends so it appeared that he was being nice. But you knew otherwise. You knew this calm was just a facade to hide how pissed off he really was. His jealousy wasnāt because he didnāt trust you. His jealousy was because he didnāt trust others.
Namely Jung Seojun, the PR departmentās resident fuckboy.
You glance up at your boyfriend, surprised there wasnāt any drool rolling down your chin. You couldnāt help but be drawn into the darkness of his eyes and his clenched jaw. The best part of this was what lies ahead of you once you get home. Maybe this night wasnāt a total bust.
āOh. Um. Just, you know, the usual pleasantriesā¦ā This dude was a shitty liar. He was fortunate that he hadnāt actually made a move on you, lest he wanted to keep his job. Ju Haknyeon didnāt play around when it came to you, the love of his life.
Thankfully, you donāt stay at the party much longer. He tried to keep his cool until it was deemed acceptable to make his exit, but at a certain point, he just couldnāt anymore. The drive home wasnāt uncomfortable, but there was a thick tension filling the atmosphere. If it werenāt for the driver in the same car, youāre sure his hands wouldāve been all over you.
So, the moment you step through the threshold of the dorms, door barely locked, Haknyeonās pinning you to the surface. His lips are searing on your own, rough but soft all at once. His fingers donāt know where they want to rest, first tangled in your hair and then digging into your hips only a second later. Your head is dizzy, spinning around a mantra of his name and nothing else.
He bunches up the fabric of your dress, pulling back slightly to catch his breath. āWho the hell did he think he was? Talking to my pretty girl like he was deserving of her presence?ā
āHakā¦ā You sigh, his mouth trailing down the side of your neck. He nips and sucks at the base, and then again where it meets your jaw. You hated when men flirted with you, but God if it didnāt result in such a thrilling experience. Your regularly sweet, gentle boyfriend becoming someone nearly unrecognizable drove you crazy.
āHmm?ā His hands hook under your thighs, picking you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You can feel him this way, already so hard and ready for you. You donāt think you can handle waiting for all the foreplay, your entire body tingling with want and desire.
āNeed you to fuck me,ā you whine, head lolling to the side when he sucks at that particularly sensitive area on your throat. āWant you so badā¦ā
āYeah, princess? Gonna fuck you so good that youāll be ruined for anyone else. No one can give it to you like I do.ā He chuckles into your skin, pushing your dress up further and kissing your shoulders after the straps have slid off. Ju Haknyeon might actually be the death of you.
That was your favorite thing about sex with him. He was so uncharacteristically cocky, so uncharacteristically aggressive in the way he manhandled you. You moan when he shoves aside your underwear, undoing his slacks enough to slip his cock free. He presses into you slowly, forehead falling to your shoulder with a groan.
One of his hands comes up to fist at your hair, yanking back so he can bite at your jugular and exposed chest some more. He thrusts up into your cunt with what feels like ease in spite of your walls squeezing him. His hips snap up and meet your ass with every kiss of his cock to that spongy spot deep inside of your pussy. Everything is moving too fast, but not fast enough at the same time.
āW-What if someone comes home?ā You gasp, fingers getting lost in the hair at the nape of his neck. As much as you were enjoying this, you donāt know what youād do if one of his members walked in on you. For sure, youād be mortified, unable to show your face around the dorm ever again.
āWho cares? Let them see how well youāre taking it,ā he mutters, sucking in your supple skin and ensuring bruises are left in his wake. āI should let everyone witness how good I fuck you, right baby? Marking you all up so the world knows your mine.ā
A loud moan rips from your vocal cords, his cock so deep inside of you that youāre starting to see stars. Haknyeon grins against your sternum knowing that youāre enjoying this as much as he is. You wanted him to stake his claim on your body, wanted anyone who could see to know that you were his. Even the way he fucked into you had that same purpose, like his dick was meant to be there. It was almost as if your cunt was acclimating to the shape of it.
āFuck, feels so so good, Hakā¦ā You whine, lower half squirming when that knot in your stomach is about to unravel. Your toes curl and your back arches off of the door, legs spreading wider in an attempt to suck him in further. āIām gonnaā oh godā Iāmāā
You donāt even finish your sentence, your orgasm washing over you without a momentās notice. The feeling of your cunt fluttering around his cock has Haknyeon groaning, twitching and spilling into you seconds later. He fucks his own release back inside of you, teeth sinking into your collarbone to steel himself.
The two of you stay like that for a minute, catching your breaths in spite of his cum beginning to leak out of you. He kisses the crown of your sweaty forehead. āYou did so well, princess.ā
Just like earlier, youāre interrupted before you can reply, the sound of keys jingling on the other side of the door. You share a look of terror, scrambling to his room so you donāt get caught. You both flop onto his bed in a fit of giggles, recalling how heād said he didnāt care who saw you in such a compromising state.
āYouāre all talk, arenāt you?ā You tease.
āOh, just you wait, baby,ā he shakes his head, moving to hover over you. āIāll make you regret that you said that.ā
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Helllooo! Im here to request for nsfw headcannons pls cause im starting work tomorrow and i need to bully some boys to feel better š
I was thinking of the reader(gn pls!) where theyve asked the boys to wear a red rope, shibari style, underneath their clothes and whenever no ones looking theyd softly carress the bindings through their clothes š„ŗ But when they cost is clear, the reader would have them sit on their lap and theyd just shower them with praise while they over stim them š
I hope this isnt too confusing YwY and if its still avail, id wanna be slime anon pls! >wo ~ā anyways no rush! and thanks for taking your time to read this!
convincing them to wear shibari under their clothes (diluc, childe, kaeya)
when you tie up your boyfriend in red ropes and tease them in public, it leads to some rather enjoyable situations. who knew that them being such a good boy would earn them so much praise?
# * . & | characters: diluc, kaeya, childe.
# * . & | content: nsfw 18+ only, kaeya x reader, childe x reader, diluc x reader, smut, gn reader, dom! reader, sub! kaeya, sub! childe, established relationship, praise kink, overstim, shibari, bondage, semi-public, pegging, male receiving, soft sex, teasing, a bit of corruption kink, light choking, thigh riding, spitting into mouth, handjobs, you're a fatui harbinger in the childe one, a bit of possessiveness, mention of exhibitionism, slight mention of breeding kink, slight dumbification, story quest spoiler for childeās real name. for childeās section the reader is described as having a cock, i wrote this interpreting a strap/dildo but you can imagine it however you want (i tried to keep it as gn as possible)! honestly just teasing and bullying menĀ ā”
# * . & | type: headcanons (i think, idk how to classify this tbh).
# * . & | word count: 7,768.
omg you're not stupid at all !! pls i've sent asks where i've forgotten to do the exact same thing hekjhsdkjfhd, you're fine! good luck with work! hopefully this lifts your spirits a little ā” sorry that this took so long to get out! this request was so good and it took me like a week to completeĀ ( įµ įµ įµ ā)Ā i hope the pegging for this ask is okay! my account will involve a LOT of pegging bc i like writing dom! reader and sub! male ā so unless itās specified in the ask to not involve male receiving then thatās probably what iāll go for, for a sub male ā”
also this turned out so long? i have a major issue with chronically overwriting, but i don't think that's really a problem with smut. i mean, the more horny content the better, right?? diluc's is the longest because of this, 'cause i wrote his first and then realised i should make sure the others don't go for so many words š© anyway, i hope everyone enjoys this !!! thank you so much for the request ą«®ā āøāøĀ“ ź³ `āøāø āį ā”
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# * . & | DILUC
with diluc, it takes a bit of convincing
i imagine he's not super experienced in the sexual department, especially in terms of stuff outside of vanilla. like, yes, he gets railed and he's an expert at being your slut, but he's still being introduced to new kinks all the time. he's still not very used to relinquishing all his control
when you first introduced him to shibari in the bedroom, diluc was hesitant. as a warrior and a former knight, being tied up seemed a bit compromising for him. the two of you had done basic bondage before, but in those instances, it was still relatively easy to break free should he need to. shibari meant giving all control, and his entire body, over to you.
he fucking loved it.
he loved how prettied up it made him look, loved how much time you spent lovingly fussing over his body as you tied the knots of red rope, and he loved how it felt to give up all his controlāhis stress, his responsibilities as both the master of the dawn winery and the darknight heroāin favour of your careful caresses.
seeing as he liked it so much, and you were still insistent in showing diluc all kinds of new things as his partner, you came up with a brilliant plan.
it was a stroke of genius, really. that you'll tie shibari bindings around his chest, his abdomen, his thighs, and everywhere else sensual that will be hidden by diluc's clothing while he works his shift at the angel's share.
it does take a bit of convincing, because diluc is a firm believer in professionality (which is funny, considering you've railed him over the bar afterhours on at least two occasions, and once on the floor). most of all, he's just nervousāthough he tries his best to hide that. but after an honest talk, he comes to you admitting that yes that would be something he would like to try, and yes he can do it while bartending if that's what you really want.
it's a delight to hear.
so, after some time and preparation, off to angel's share it is.
it's only really when you start touching him that diluc realises this was probably a mistake.
he's just tending the bar like normal when it happens, with you sitting across from him on a counter stool as per usualānothing out of the ordinary for shifts like this. he doesn't even really think about the bindings aside from when they rub against his fair skin whenever he stretches just too far to reach an item. plus, you're sitting there so innocently, smiling and drinking apple cider.
no one would suspect you of having such filthy motives.
when your hand slips across the counter during his conversation with youāthe rest of the tavern paying you no mindāit dips up the subtle curve of his waist and grazes where you know you left a knot beneath the shirt. a sweet, tantalising caress. your boyfriend jolts like you've just burned him with a pyro vision.
he instantly shuts up.
diluc looks scandalised. he gives you a wide-eyed expression of mild horror that silently says, 'what the fuck?' as you can't help but giggle a little, a smirk fitting itself across your face. he's so sweet. what did he think was going to happen?
his cheeks and ears are flushed a pretty red, and he coughs to clear his throat when a customer approaches the counter to order a dandelion wine. it's honestly adorable.
he'd be so nervous about anyone realising what's going on.
you know that he's now hyperaware of the ropes laced across his body, even as no one touches him. he's most definitely thinking about it, based on how he shivers every now and then and squirms a little under your gaze. cute, cute.
you don't stop the touching, of course.
that evening, it becomes second nature that anytime no one is looking, you're discreetly sliding your hand across the bar counter and pressing your fingers against spots in his clothes where you know the ropes are crossed.
to his waist, chest, thigh.
at some point, the tavern gets particularly busy, and with him being the only one tending to the bar tonight, he begins to become overrun by patrons ordering drinks.
like you do on some nights when angel's share gets this bad, you stand up from your stool and offer diluc a smile, rounding the bar. "it's alright, love. i'll help you free of charge."
you're quick to hop around the counter and start conjuring up drinks like the way that diluc has taught you, handing him a few ingredients.
of course, you have ulterior motives.
now you're pressed side-to-side with diluc. he's trapped in the same proximity as you, with both of your bodies hidden from the waist down by the grace of the bar's tall counter.
cyrusāwho was in the middle of ordering a drinkāchuckles at your enthusiasm to help your boyfriend bartend, even on what's clearly a night off for you, "such a generous partner you have, diluc."
diluc represses a shiver as your finger traces a rope at his thigh, running from his skin to the rope to his skin again, and pressing it in. there's no way he's going to survive this night.
smiling sweetly, you share a soft laugh with cyrus. "oh, it's nothing. luc loves the help." diluc manages to finish mixing the drink without dropping anything, and when cyrus is heading back to his seat again your fingers caress the rope down at his pelvic bone.
diluc's red eyes dart to meet your face. "stop that," he mutters, trying to be some sense of firm. he's flustered, and his ears are red.
you want to coo to him, to tease him and offer him some praise if he does good. you don't, because the two of you are still in public. and letting his desires simmer while going untouched is a wondrous thing.
you watch all night as he begins to unravel little by little. he starts to anticipate your touches at any time, shivering prematurely before you can even caress the hard work that you tied him up with earlier: that no one knows is there except for you. you watch as he resists the urge to become pliant beneath your touches, the both of you mixing drinks as your handāhidden behind the cover of the barāgrazes the ropes on the small of his back, the curve of his ass.
it's delicious.
just imagine how silently desperate he'd be? having to act normal at his job when there's nothing more that he wants than to let you have your way with him.
to let your fingers dance between sweaty bare skin and red ropes.
unfortunately, that's not an option. he's left to suffer in silence, much to your arousal and enjoyment.
there's one pointāas everyone in the tavern is preoccupied with something elseāwhen you steal a chaste kiss to his lips, and your finger raises to swipe across the ropes surrounding his nipple. the sound of his sharp, whiney, inhale of a gasp is smothered in your cheek as he abruptly turns his head to hide the sound. diluc stumbles back so quickly you almost fear he's going to fall over. luckily, everyone in angel's share seems too preoccupied with a bawdy bard in the tavern's corner to notice what just occurred.
no one seems to pick up on the way that diluc has gotten increasingly shifty on his feet during the night, nor the fact that he can't seem to shake his heavy breathing or dilated pupils.
he's also incredibly hard behind the bar, but you're the only one privy to that.
when it's finally closing time, and all of the patrons are gone, you can't help but be smug as you take a seat in one of the empty chairs. the night had gone exactly how you'd planned. now all that's left is diluc, as he locks up the front door and puts items behind the bar awayānot managing to go a few seconds without shooting a glance towards you. you can tell his gaze lingers on the way you're sat on the chair, spread a little. the perfect seat for him.
and the poor thing really needs it. he's stiff while he's packing things away, his breathing a little tight. it's been a long night at work, and he's been suffering so well this entire time. he's done everything to be good, well and truly. and he's managed to hold out so well... there was nothing that made you happier than diluc doing his very best to please you.
"come, diluc." you beckon to him, crooking a finger. when he glances over to you, his red eyes are a little glassy with delectable lust.
slightly disgruntled, diluc walks towards where you're perched on the seat. when he reaches you, your fingers latch in his belt loops and tug him closerāso he now stands in front of your knees, arms crossed. he tries to hide his obvious flustered state with a miffed expression, "i can't believe you did that when there were customers around." it does nothing to hide the fact that you can see how full-blown his pupils are, or the fact that his breathing is a little staggered with a mixture of arousal and anticipation.
once again, you laugh a little. teasing him is too fun. you tug again at his belt loop with a finger, but he refuses to budge this time. stubborn thing. he wants so bad to please you, but tries to hide it. "you were such a good boy, though," you hummed, the praise causing a shiver to wrack through him. his eyes are averted, arms still crossed tightly in a nonchalant manner to feign disinterest. "come on, i told you to sit." you spread your legs a little so that diluc can straddle your lap when he relents. your bodies are pressed flushed together. he's already hardāprobably painfully so, at this point, from the way you'd been casually edging him all night. now free to do whatever you like, both of your hands trail up his clothed chest, bumping over the different bindings of rope beneath his shirt, until you can thumb at his nipples. "already so worked up for me, huh?"
he lets out a low groan, still somewhat resisting the urge to succumb entirely. he probably is a little annoyed at how well you'd played him behind the bar while he was working. "what if someone had noticed what we were doing?" he mutters, still set on chastising you.
his weight on your lap is a heavy comfort as you begin to peel off his clothesāfirst his jacket, then his shirt. he lets you without a complaint. you make sure to caress your fingers over every exposed rope as you go. "would you have liked that, diluc? would you have liked people knowing you were my perfect slut?"
the sound that diluc lets out then is suffering. something trapped between a low moan and a hitch of breath. "stop that," he murmurs, as you lick up his throat. his skin is hot with a flush, and he shivers bodily when you peel off his undershirt, leaving him exposed to the air of the empty tavern.
you hum, "tell me, baby." when diluc finally moans, you pull back and get a good look at him. your handiwork has paid off. the red bindingsāwhich perfectly matches the colour of his hair, and is rivalled almost by the hot pink blush creeping across his face and chestālace around his figure in the most delicate way possible. they diamond over his chest, curving around his nipples with barely any space. they're knotted at his torso and arch out with graceful wings of crimson. each segment is made to show off an aspect of your boyfriend: his abs, the curve of his abdomen, his pecs. it's a notably more feminine design. it fits his chest and absurdly slim waist perfectly. beneath his pants, the pretty red bands of rope constricting his thighs are revealed. delectable strips of pale skin between lacing red.
he looks delicious. all wrapped up in a testament of your care for him, and his trust of you.
they've rubbed a little into his skin, particularly around his mouth-watering thighs. "ah," you sigh contently, clearly pleased with him, and he squirms a little under your unspoken pride. your thumb strokes over his thigh, caressing teasingly. the darknight hero... succumbing so easily to you. "look at youāyou've done such a good job, baby."
he preens a little, tilting his head back as you knead the muscles of his thighs. "you only did this to be cruel to me." still complaining... his voice is throaty and breathless.
"you've got it all wrong, diluc," you murmur, and lower your mouth to press your tongue against his stiff nipple. he makes a surprised sound and grips his hand into your hair. "i did this because i knew how pretty you'd look. and i knew you'd do amazing." his breath stutters at your words. there goes that composure... looking up at him, you watch his eyes flutter shut as your mouth moves to lick and suck at his other nippleāsensitive from the binds rubbing against them beneath his shirt. your fingers splay across his waist, tugging at the ropes. he sucks in breath through his teeth.
"i don'tā"
"you did so fucking well, baby. don't you think you deserve a reward?" your nail trails down the curve of his spine. his whole body quakes.
your tongue glides across a line of the binding ropes before you lean back up, holding onto his ponytail and looking him in the face. you get the perfect view of his right eyebrow twitchingāwanting to stay strong and proud, to not submit. it's a losing battle. he's obviously excruciatingly turned on, to the point where his neglected cock is practically begging for attention in your lap. "you can'tā we can't do this type of thing in this establishmentā"
a giggle escapes you as you spread your legs wider and press your fingers to his dick, effectively cutting off his stammering attempt at composure. "but you're so gorgeous, luc. i can't wait to take you apart. so beautiful all for me." the praise and touch clearly goes to his head, his lips parting. his cheeks are a constant shade of delicate pink. "that feels good, right?"
yeah, it definitely does something to him, because then all he can murmur is a weak, "fuck," as he desperately grinds his hip against the air. his hands carefully clutch your waist as to not fall off of your lap.
"you do love being tied up like this," the muse leaves your mouth. with one hand, you take hold of his leaking cock and stroke it leisurely. your slick fingers twist and caress down the pretty veins as diluc groans and grinds deeply into the wet hole of your hand. the ropes look beautiful as he stretches his body. "you've gotten yourself so riled up for me. tell me what you wanted to do at the bar, sweetheart."
the soft pet name makes him choke out a gentle sound, face screwing up. so sweet... you line his face with kisses and continue to stroke him as he gets out a stammering, "wantā wanted you to touch me."
you messily press your lips to hisāhe opens instantly, obediently, only to have you pull away before he can totally lose himself in the sensation of your wet mouth and tongue. "is that the best you can come up with, baby?"
he groans as you twist your hand. "hahā! i wanted your hands all over meāto show me, shit, how much you needed me." his blush glows red in the dim tavern lights. "wanted you to fuck me over the bar."
"really?" you hum, smiling with amusement. "with all of those other people there? how precious, luc."
his pretty eyelashes flutter. "iā"
"so that's what you want, huh? i was worried that this plan was all for me, but no. you really are my sweet thingāyou loved getting all hot and bothered while you were at work. loved me touching you behind the counter. you couldn't stop thinking about it, huh? oh, diluc, you were so good for holding back." you continue working his cock.
"f-fuck..."
"or is it just that you love being mine, hmm?" your fingers press into his mouth to wet them with drool before you slick his dick up. his mouth stays open, now. diluc's eyes are lidded with need. "you liked knowing you belonged just to me. you like knowing that i was thinking about your pretty self under your clothes all night. huh?"
his hips are stuttering, the tip of his pretty dick red. "yes."
"yes?" you hum, pleased, picking up the pace of your hand. "who would've thought."
diluc's breath hitches. his face is so relaxed, throat swallowing as his adam's apple bobs. you lick off the perspiration beaded there. "can iā?" he pants on a moan. "can i cum? please?"
that sends a hot flush throughout your body, stomach coiling. you've given him no orders that he can't hit his orgasm, but he's holding back and asking for permission anyway. he wants to be good.
ignoring the way arousal rushes hot through you, your fingers card through his hair. "yes, baby, you can cum for me."
it only takes a few more strokes after your words to have his thighs shaking and breaths stuttering, cumming with a loud cry all over your hand. some of it splashes onto his defined torso, painting his abs white. it's such a pretty view, especially with the way his entire body stutters. a warrior, so big and strong, undoing like putty on your lap. whimpers of your name, and, "yes, yes," spill from his lips.
one of your hands cards through his pretty hair as you continue to stroke his oversensitive cock lightly. it makes him whine torturedly, rutting up. "think you can keep going?" you ask diluc.
"shit," he whispers, tilting his head back with his pretty eyes shut. "alā already? iā i can'tā" his whole body rocks in your lap as he writhes from the overstimulation. diluc's soft moans and pants fill the air around you.
"you can," you murmur, egging him on as he continues to fuck into your hand despite his complaints. "you're doing so well for me, luc. you've been so fucking pretty all day. do you know how hard it was to keep my hands off of you?" his fingers on either of your hips will no doubt leave bruises tomorrow, as he grips you excruciatingly tight. the hold gives him the leverage he needs to perfectly rut into your curled fingers.
"n-nā ahhh..."
"you've been so lovely today, all prettied up." the praises spill easily from your lips. he deserves to be filled with pleasure until he can't walk anymore. you lean in, murmuring gently in his ear, "was so hard for me to keep my hands to myself. i wanted to get you into the backroom so i could have choked on your dick. you'd have been good and quiet for me, wouldn't you?" diluc's eyes roll back as he moans in agreement, fucking faster into the sticky mess of your hand. it's filthy. "i thought about tying you up the rest of the way and leaving you spread out on the bar. i think you'd have stayed there all night for me. and, of course, i considered pushing you down and fucking you in front of everyone. showing off my ropes, showing how my pretty little slut gets bred so good, so eagerly. i think you'd have let me, too." his poor cock twitches.
"Y/Nā..."
"that wouldn't do, though. these ropes are for me only." you tugged at the ones at the curve of his spine. they bit a little into his skin. "if anyone else saw them, our little secret would be up. and i know you like being my secret little slut."
when he finally cums once more, it's with a long whine. the empty interior of angel's share is filled with heavy breaths, squelching, your filthy words, and diluc's obscene vocalisations. despite his recent orgasm, you keep milking him for all he has.
"fuck, Y/N, i can't do it..." he looks to be in pain, somewhere between an overwhelming amount of pleasure and suffering. cheeks pink, glassy eyes watery, drooling a little. to shut him up, you shove your mouth against his. he kisses back messily, tongue dragging over your teeth. diluc whimpers into your mouth as he arches back, naked body gleaming with sweat and cum and laced with such pretty red ropes. his hair falls around him, damp.
your strokes don't cease.
"oh, godsā ahā nghā Y/N, no more. please. i can'tā there's no way i canā" he's a debauched mess. sweat runs down his pecs and shines over his hard nipples.
"wanna use your safeword, baby?"
desperately, he shakes his head. his long, unruly hair tumbles over his shoulders, so voluminous even tucked back into its ponytail. a pitiful sound nearing a whimper leaves his lips as his fingers clutch at your shoulder. head tilted back, eyes shut, mouth open. he looks so goddamn pretty. pretty, pretty, pretty.
"you're doing such a good job. i can't wait to fuck you stupid when we get home."
his head lolls on his shoulders at that. tossed back so his throat is exposed while he lets out a long, hoarse groan. he fluctuates between deep sounds and breathless whines. with his strong legs straddling you, delicious thighs clenching like a vice around your hips and laced with shibari ropes, diluc has never looked so beautiful. he's a dream.
"yeah, just like that luc. i love you so much, you know?"
it's clear that he wants to say it back but can't manage the three words between his scrambled brain and the overwhelming amount of pleasure frying his senses. instead, he makes a broken sound. it sounds a little bit like a keen, a little bit like a sob.
"mmm, i know," you murmur, very softly. "good boy."
ā”.
# * . & | CHILDE
it wasn't even much of a question for childe.
this man is a whore, he's down for anythingājust name the time and place. shibari is never something he's taken outside of the bedroom but you can bet he's laughing and nodding along when you suggest such a thing. he'd practically jump at the opportunity.
the morning you choose to tie him up happens to be a harbinger meeting.
with you at his left side, there's not much he can do to escape you or your touches. not that he tries, though. he's a total slut for being teased. he just finds so much amusement and arousal in you working him up. the fact that it usually ends with him as a boneless mess is a bonus too.
so, the two of you are halfway through the fatui harbinger meeting before your touches begin.
they start light, with you grazing your pinky finger across the outside of his thigh, and him trying to mask his smirk. the closer you get to his crotch as you move your hand over his inner thigh has him squirming in his seat to try to stay discreet.
it's pretty difficult for him to pay attention to the important meeting, though he pretends.
at one point, your finger grazes down the ropes and caresses rather firmly at his hard-on. childe jolts and his knee hits the table, rocking the entire thing. several harbingers shoot him exasperated looks, but it ultimately returns to normal. covering his mouth to feign a cough, you catch a peek of childe's smileāamused and devilishābehind his fingers. clearly, he's having fun too.
oh, this is good.
your touches for the rest of the meeting consist of: grazing the ropes at the base of his spine; tracing his pelvic line; grabbing his ass; tracing his waste; pulling one of the ropes at his torso so it grazes over his nipple; and caressing his thighs.
he's too gorgeous and smug not to touch all over.
by the time it's over, childe is aptly pink in the face from lust and his breathing is notably uneven. not to mention, he's incredibly hard. each time you press your palm over his boner he resists the urge to buck up into your hand, and instead grips the edge of the table with his fingers. he still seems smug, though.
pierro calls the meeting to a close. the harbingers evacuate at a rapid paceāseveral shooting you looks, such as signora's clear judgemental distaste, and scaramouche's halfway between disgusted and amused expressionāuntil the only ones remaining in the enclosed room are you and childe.
he's instantly insufferable, turning his head towards you with a sly grin. "what now, sweetheart?" he knows he won't get far with his teasing, but it's still fun on his part. of course, nothing can hide how hard he isānow free to lean back in his chair, spread his legs, and raise his knee. it reveals how aroused he really is in his tight pants.
you smirk and pat your thighs. "why don't you come find out, hmm?"
he's quick to clamber into your lap, straddling you with his ankles hooked around the back of the chair. one of his hands steadies itself on your shoulder.
the first thing you do is get a hand down his pants. he breathes out a moan and grins lazily down at you when you wrap a hand around him, your thumb swiping over the leaking tip that's left a wet spot on the front of his clothes. such a whore, even if he tries to act like it doesn't affect him.
"so, did you enjoy your little experiment?" he asks, pressing your lips together. he instantly opens his mouth, licking into yours without shame. he bites lightly on your tongue. by the time you pull him back with your fingers on his chin, he's grinding into your lap and there's a string of saliva connecting the two of you.
"you did so well," you murmur, mouthing at the pale expanse of his throat. he always bruises so nicely. "if i were mean i'd ask you to wear these all of tomorrow too. i bet you look so pretty in them."
he rolls his hips a little desperately and runs his tongue over his teeth. "ha. you think so?"
it's hard to tell if he's going to be a brat, or if he'll submit the moment you show any signs of extending control, so you decide to test it out. your free hand creeps up and intertwines in locks of his orange hair. then, sharply, you pull.
he whines.
"there you are," you whisper, leaving a line of hickeys over his adam's apple while you keep his head wrenched back. "gonna keep being good for me?"
"fuck yes," childe breathes, and hurries to pull off his upper clothes while you coat his bared throat in spit and red marks that will remain for days. licking at his collarbones has him trembling and he leans back a little, using his legs around the chair and the edge of the table pressing against the curve of his spine as leverage. it spreads his legs even wider. a desperate mess.
"hmm, good boy," you can't help but praise, stroking his drooling cock a little harder. his hips roll. "let me get a good look at you." smiling, he stretches back to show himself off. the red ropes stretch horizontally across his chest, then up on either side of his neck and down to frame his abs. they loop around each other at his torsoāan exquisite design of knots and bindings running along each muscle. the final ropes stretch down to follow the 'v' of his waist into his crotch. it makes you want to finish the job: bind his arms back and leave him helpless.
instead, you can't help but smile at the way he shows himself off when you finger him open, prepping him while he makes loud, desperate noises. it's impossible to ignore the way his muscles twitch and stretch with each movement you make. so pretty. when you finally enter him, he's clenching around you with desperation, groaning as you sheathe yourself inside him. he's clearly enjoying himself, trapping you in with his thighs.
"so obedient, ajax," you muse, and he whimpers at the secret name shared only between the two of you. your fingers graze down the ropes on his shoulders. he groans lewdly, leaning back, the curve of his spine braced against the edge of the table as he arches dramatically. leave it to childe to put on a show.
he makes a submissive, desperate sound when you start to move, holding his hips still and rocking up into him achingly slow. "please," he begs. there's the ghost of a breathy smile on his face, a little blissed out already. "don't stop."
oh, is he in for a ride.
the speed that you end up fucking him at has your hips slamming against his pelvis as he bounces on your cock. he's leaning back, still tucked in your lap with his back arched and his spine pressed against the side of the meeting table. the muscles in his torso twitch and strain. childe's entire body jolts with each sharp thrust, and he's moaning uncontrollably. there's sweat that's beading on his forehead, a red tinge around his nipples from how much they've been toyed with, and his poor untouched cock is leaking. all in all, he looks pornographic.
"archons," you murmur in awe, trailing your fingers down the bindings that lead to his hard cock, as he lets out a loud, strangled cry. that's the other thing about fucking childe. you can always count on him to be loud enough for everyone in the building to hear. you still aren't entirely sure if it's exhibitionism, or if he's doing it solely to show how good you make him feel, or if he's simply just that uncontrollably noisy. it's no wonder the other harbingers had evacuated the room as fast as they did. "what did i do to deserve something as pretty and slutty as you?"
"Y/N," he whines theatrically, legs tucked around your back in an attempt to get you deeper. "fuck me."
a laugh leaves your mouth as you trail your nails across his chest and end up teasing with his nipples. "what do you think i'm doing? look how well you're taking me." you take that moment to fully admire him. slowing down a little, leaning back so you can see the way he arches to accommodate your girth, how he fits around you. his strong thighs are tensed, hole messy and lubed. he whines pitifully in agreement, writhing and buckingāunable to stay still even for a second.
you force his hips up higher to get a better angle, drilling the tip of your cock into his prostate with each mean thrust.
"oh, god!" he stumbles over his words, blush spread across his face and down his pale chest. he's drooling a little. it's obscene.
you could laugh at the way his eyes roll back and his hands slide desperately along the fatui meeting table for anything to holdāto clutch onto while you fuck him hard, fast and mean. your thumb rubs along his hipbone, other hand braced on his toned stomach as your deep thrusts continue. "look how fucking pretty you are, ajax. wish i had my kamera here. you'd look so sweet captured like this for me." your words make him arch his back further, because this man is insanely flexible, and he shudders at the thought of himself at this moment being immortalised on a roll of film. "you're so adorable, spread out like this." his thighs twitch with your words. who other than you would ever think that the infamous eleventh harbinger would be such a pure whore for praise? "i bet there's not a thought going on inside your pretty head, is there?"
"please," he begs in a choked reply, lashes fluttering while you ram him repeatedly into your cock.
"mmm," you hum in confirmation, pulling a finger at some of the bright red bindings laced across his chest. "that's what i thought."
childe can go for a long time. he can take a lot. he'll just clutch at you and beg for more while you give him orgasm after orgasm, greedy and well-fucked. sometimes he'll beg for it until he passes out. (and then he'll complain later, when he's awake, that you stopped to let him restāgreedy thing). childe is insatiable. especially today, after all your caresses and teases while in a very important debrief meeting. even more so with the fact that he's all prettied up with red rope and feeling extra fuckable.
you make him cum, and cum, and cum, until he's a pliant, boneless messānow, just laid with his back fully pressed against the table. he still grips onto your hip as you fuck him. desperate as ever. even if the only sounds filling from his mouth at this point are breathless pleas and noises of pleasure.
he's a sight to behold.
a murmur leaves your mouth, "ajax." he opens his eyes obediently, looking at you with a glassy, blissed-out gaze. it's both adoring and lust-filled. smiling at his compliance, you lean over him and grab his cheeks with your fingers, puckering his lips a little. your hips continue to slam against his. smiling in a daze, childe opens his mouth obediently. like always. even sticks out his tongue to let a line of spit leave your mouth and roll past his waiting lips. childe's lidded, fucked-out eyes look up at you contently. he moans in enjoyment. greedy slut.
with possessive adoration, you squeeze the sides of his throat. your fingers dig in. it's not enough to really deprive him of any oxygen, but it's the feeling of you having total control that he craves. you feel the sound vibrate in his throat as he whines, letting his head fall back again. it makes a sound as it hits the tableāyou make a mental note to ice his skull later. fortunately, he doesn't seem to notice. he's much too focused on moaning and shaking through whatever number orgasm of the night this is, mouth shaped into an 'o' but tilting upwards with a blissful half-conscious smile at the corners.
"just like that. you feel so amazing for me, ajax."
ā”.
# * . & | KAEYA
you've done shibari on kaeya before. very little beats seeing him all tied up and breathless and begging, bound prettily without a single chance of escape. the different designs, the different colours... the utterly debauched way he looks with his hair loose and his eyepatch gone as he just begs you to touch him, to do anything.
yeah.
from that, spawns this idea, which he flirtily agrees to (of course) with his large hands around your waist.
now, one thing kaeya loves is taking you out on the town. date nights, shopping, browsing for clothes, even running mondstadt errands for the knights. with your arm linking through his, or your hands clasping together, he basically parades you around anywhere.
this is one of those evenings.
the streets of mondstadt are relatively busy when the both of you go outāropes hidden beneath his clothing, as his hand guides you by resting on the small of your back. the bindings aren't as uncomfortable as he imagined they would be, as you flit from shop to shop, buying some flowers and sitting down for a brief bite at good hunter.
he would have almost forgotten entirely about them if it wasn't for your goddamn wandering hands.
of course, this is what you had planned for the whole time. when you walk through an underpass and your finger grazes over his ass (he can't help but to smirk at that), and ends up lightly caressing the criss-cross pattern of ropes over the backs of his thighs. or when you make a point of touching his chest before you point for something to do, or while leaning in to speak to him. your palm presses right over the different knots.
you can't help but slide your hand inside the gap in the breast of his shirt, too. to hook a finger around one of the pretty, hidden strings and tug. it shifts the bindings that are pressed tightly over his nipples. he actually stiffens at that, composure breaking for a moment. it's beautifully hot. especially when he turns his head to look at you, starry eye flashing and a grin gracing his face, and says, "so this is the game, huh?"
by the time you get home hours later, pretty much no one but you would be able to tell the difference. he still has an arm around your waist, is still joking with you. but there's something desperate in his gaze, and his breathing is hot and heavy.
you instantly go to fall back on the couchādragging him in by the metal link on his collar. you coax kaeya's form right into your lap. he's grinning cockily, even as you smooth your hands over his shoulders and drag them across his biceps.
"you've been perfect for me today," you breathe against the shell of his ear, biting softly at his lobe in that way he loves. your fingers coax his long hair out of its ponytail, until it spills down his back and over his shoulders in waves. he always looks so pretty like this.
"does this mean i deserve a reward?" he teases back, and kisses softly at the inside of your wrist when you remove his eyepatch. his inky eye underneath glimmers, singular star pupil amongst all that black night shining. this is how you like him best. all his guards let down, just yours. your hands cup kaeya's face.
humming gently, you smile. "of course. you've been so good." experimentally, you push the pad of your thumb against his soft lower lip, tugging it down ever so slightly. kaeya can't help but grin when his tongue darts out to lick the finger, only to have you push your thumb further past his waiting lips. he sucks on it obediently.
with your other handāand his helpāyou undress him, until he's bare except for the red ropes lacing prettily across his body. it's a sight. the bindings that run right across his nipples have made them puffy and stiff, practically begging to be played with, and the muscles of his thighs strain adorably against the ropes. at his chest is the prettiest addition of all: a lovely diamond right between his pecs.
your eyes are lidded when you murmur, "you're so delightful like this, kaeya." with a coy smile, your thumb rubs over one of his sore-looking nipples, and he jolts a little at the sensation. the flirty grin still hasn't slipped from his faceāhe's a master at thatābut it's clear he's almost far gone already.
"i try," is the tease that leaves his mouth, though his confidence fades a little when you trail your fingers from his nipples, down the curve of his waist, and finally settle your hands on his hips. you shift him so that he's straddling a thigh, one of your legs pressed between his own.
you lean in. "ride my thigh, baby," you tell him lowly, layering kiss after kiss over his neck. "you deserve it."
kaeya is quick to comply, holding back a moan as he lowers himself fully and begins to rut. it feels dirty, undignified, as he humps down on the soft flesh of your thigh, rocking back and forth and moaning at the friction. it feels incredible against his hard cock.
"archons," he hisses, putting a hand on your shoulder and another one on your knee so he can get the best possible angle. from there, you guide his hips and assāpushing him down further, harder. every now and then, his knee presses against your own crotch, shooting fleeting waves of pleasure right through you. your hands remain on him. helping him, encouraging him, manhandling him as his arms loop around the back of your neck, elbows resting just on your shoulders, and his head falling against your chest. the noises that leave his mouth as he grinds desperately on your thighāsoft swears of "fuck" and "shit, shit"ātumble out of his parted lips in broken whimpers. all his composure is draining.
it feels too good for him to stop. kaeya keeps going, harder and harder, faster and faster, letting out lewd sounds as he grinds down onto your leg filthily. precum smears over your thigh.
"that's it." your fingers tease through his loose, pretty hair. his head lolls forward on your shoulder in response, hips stuttering. "mmm. you've been so good for me. did so well for me earlier, i could barely keep my hands off of you. you just know how pretty you are, don't you?"
"all for you," kaeya tries to tease smugly into the skin of your throat, but it comes out as more of a breathless grunt. any praise about his appearance always goes right to the foggy part of his head.
your hands gripping his ass guide him as he gets off on your thigh, his pretty, long cock drooling over you. "that's right, for me," you hum appreciatively, fingers kneading at his cheeks. he makes a low keening noise. "can't wait to mess you up. you're gorgeous like this, but you're even prettier all fucked out and helpless."
"heh, shit," he half-chuckles, half-moans. "you're so fuckin' hot." his tone is stretched a little thin.
he supresses a full-blown mewl when you spread his cheeks and press a fingertip against his hole. "you close? yeah?"
"mmm," he groans, burying his head momentarily in the crook of your neck as his hips stutter, pausing his long thrusts to grind down hard in a single spot. his mouth is wet and parted against your skin. kaeya's breath comes out hot and staggered. then, he tosses his head back with a blissful expression. "Y/N!" he cums like that, moaning out your name, shoots white ropes over your thigh and stomach and making a mess.
encouragingly, your hands slip down from where you'd been assisting him in his ministrations. your nails graze the bare skin of his spread thighs. at the sensual, tickling feeling, kaeya shivers. from there, you grab the backs of his knees and haul him closer. lift your thigh and continue rubbing it over his sensitive cock while he gruntsāencouraging him to continue. obediently, he does. "there you go, pretty thing. you're doing so well." kaeya gasps, face darkened with blush, refusing to break eye contact with you no matter how much his lashes want to flutter shut. soft, desperate sounds leave his parted, plush lips. his mouth is lined with spit. "how many more can you do for me?"
he tries to pull one of his crooked grins at that, but it's dampened a bit by how much he's panting. "want to find out?"
yes. you most definitely do.
you work him up more, fisting his cock in your hands, relishing in the way he grins and moans. you kiss around the skin of his right eye when he gets so whiney that he almost forgets how to breathe. "just relax, baby," the coo leaves your mouth. you bite at the shell of his ear again. "relax."
"youā you'reā" his far-gone eyes stare at you adoringly, struggling to focus his gaze. kaeya's lips are puffy, well-bitten, and his throat is lined with dark love bites. not to mention the way his loose hair drapes around him. so pretty...
"shhh," you murmur, giving him your all, as both of your slick hands slide up and down his hard length. "that's it."
you give him... everything.
from thigh-fucking, to blowing him, to having bounce on your fingersāyou can't stop overdosing him on pleasure. watching him write within the confines of the pretty, pretty ropes that he'd worn hidden all day just for you, while he whines your name and is reduced to a whimpering, begging mess is too enticing.
it ends with him face-down on the couch, ass up, moaning like a whore after whatever number of orgasms he is on now. the red still decorates his skin deliciously.
"so good," you coo. "my precious boy. wish you could see how well you can take my fingers. how pretty you look." kaeya groans again, hiccupping a little, legs spreading wider. his hair pools around him like starry strands of the sea. still, it's a shame you can't see the blissed-out expression on his face. your hand taps firmly at his hip. "look at me, baby."
obediently, he turns his head to the side. his single black eye stares desperately at you, lined with overwhelmed tears of pleasure. his mouth can no longer seem to close. it remains parted, hitched with small breaths and moans with each movement that you make. he loves being overstimulated, but he can never take it that well.
"there you go. good boy." the both of you are such a mess, ropes digging into his flesh. if he'd known wearing shibari under his clothes would have you like this, he'd have done it earlier. your mouth leaves more marks up the expanse of his backāfrom the strong muscles, to the curve of his spine, to his pretty shoulders. you sink your teeth into a particularly sensitive spot that has him grinding down into the couch. "gorgeous," you murmur. "so beautiful, kaeya. that's good. so pretty. can't believe i'm the only one who has you like this."
it's those words that sets him over. he wails, and cums for the nth time that night.
ā”.
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