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crystalflygeo · 1 year
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Sinful voice. ft "Morax" + fem!reader (modern AU)
cw/tags: Voice kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, female masturbation, uuhh fantasizing? petnames (sweetheart, sweetie, babygirl, darling).
notes: I literally had this sudden brainrot idea today at work (rip) and as soon as I came home I typed all this in a rush and bOI. That man's voice is just...... no words. Drives me insane, wild, crazy, feral.
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To say you were nervous was an understatement.
You were starting a new chapter of your life, fresh into college, moving to a whole other city to dedicate to your studies and enter the “adult world”
You’d arrived a few weeks early to move in and start settling on your little space, it was barely a small room in a house you’d share with other new students. You’d even share a kitchen but hey, at least each one had a tiny individual bathroom for yourselves.
Tomorrow was the big day. Your first day. And although you’d heard many people say they would just take it easy or even skip the first few days (because “they were not that important” as schedules and teachers were still being organized) you’d heard just as many stories about how college was difficult and important and you gotta make good first impressions and familiarize and meet new people and blablabla…
It was pretty nerve-wracking.
So here you are, way past midnight, rolling over in bed unable to calm down.
You sigh and start messing around with your phone, bored. Maybe you can just skip tomorrow?
Or maybe…
You bite your lip. There’s a little something you can do to… relax.
Before you can even think, your fingers are already typing the familiar webpage name on the phone, already smiling mischievously.
In your search for a little “spice” for your solo pleasure sessions you often went for audios and ASMR content. The sounds and voices were much hotter than excessively raunchy lame crude run-of-the-mill videos in your honest opinion. All you had to do was get comfy, close your eyes, and immerse on the fantasy. It was bliss.
And so, a few months ago you had found him.
Morax.
Oh, that man had a voice to die for, deep and rich like syrup, making you shiver and whine every time. His content was absolutely top-notch and you’d been instantly drawn like a moth to a flame ever since you’d managed to drag out one of your best orgasms ever after listening and playing along for a few minutes.
And when you dug around and found his subscription page? Oh boy, you were a goner.
You can only imagine what your parents would say if they knew you spend money on something like this but hey, financial independence means you can spend your money (from part time-jobs and whatnot) on whatever you want.
And damn you want this sexy voice murmuring dirty praise on your ear.
You scramble out of bed, grabbing your earphones and getting rid of some of your clothes before settling down again comfortably, pillow propped against the headboard, almost giggling excitedly as you scroll around the page’s contents.
Morax was obviously an experienced dom. His content covered a myriad of different kinks and scenarios, many of which you had even only started to explore because of him. And though his voice was always calm and refined, with this sweetness and dominant tilt to it, his growls and groans could be just as wild. Morax sounded downright sinful when angry, scolding or degrading the listener. And his moans and soft chuckles? Oh, you could just faint with those.
Or come, probably. Yeah.
“Daddy fucks you in his lap” “Overstimulating my pet’s little clit” “Grind your sweet pussy on Master’s leg” “Waking you up with my big cock” “Making you my good girl” “Cum until you cry and beg”
You blush as you look at the titles, skimming around tags and descriptions looking for whatever strikes your mood tonight. Heck, anything would be fine if it was him though, you swore you weren’t even into the whole daddy kink before you heard Morax but now…
Oh.
Well lucky you, he’d just uploaded something new a few hours ago, you were one of the first views… ever the fangirl, huh? You click on it as you subconsciously lick your lips. Gods, your body feels hot and needy already, knowing what’s to come.
“Daddy spoils your little pussy” reads the caption, and you place your phone by your side, lying down, propping your legs and closing your eyes.
Oh, oh my god. Your breath catches as the audio starts off right away with some lewd wet noises. Usually, Morax would sweet talk for a bit first to set the scene and mood, but you sure weren’t complaining!
Your heartbeat speeds up as your hands start rubbing at your legs and over your panties, just trying to get your body up to speed.
“Hmmm… oh, there you are sweetheart.” Gods. Morax’s voice. You already wanted to moan at the deep baritone vibrating in your ears. “I’m sorry to wake you up.”
How ironic that you couldn’t sleep yourself.
His voice drags, sounds a little tired and hoarse, it just adds to it and you picture him kissing and dragging his tongue along your skin “You like that don’t you baby? Feeling my lips… tracing your hipbone like this. I can feel the goosebumps blooming along your skin.”
Oh goosebumps alright, you shiver as you rub at your skin a little impatient, how you wish you really had his lips worshipping you right now.
“You don’t even have to do anything, you can even just go back to sleep, if you’d like.” He chuckles. “But daddy just needed you, he needed his… hmm… sweet babygirl.”
“Hng Morax yes… need you too, daddy.” You whisper softly, already shifting on the sheets.
He continues to kiss and whisper sweet nothings about how he wants to make you feel good, kiss you and pamper you and make you relax, and you melt. His soft breathing and wet sucking and kissing noises turning you on instantly.
“Alright sweetie let’s take these panties off.” There’s a slight rustle of fabric in the audio as you quickly strip off your own underwear along. “That’s a good girl. Hmm… look at your sweet little pussy, already wet and swollen for me.” He groans and you whimper and buck your hips.
“Oh god please…” You’re so keyed up already. Morax simply has that effect on you, and you wish he would hurry so you can start touching where you most need it.
“Hmm… just relax sweetheart. Lie down and let daddy take care of you… of your cute little pussy.” More erotic noises follow as you picture him slowly going down and down until he kisses and licks at your folds. “Oh, that tickles sweetie?” Another sinful chuckle.
His voice, his voice was just so good. You’d wondered many times what kind of man would have such a deep hypnotizing voice. Surely he was older, but maybe not quite a silver fox. Dark hair, maybe? A large frame, broad shoulders, lean muscles but still elegant, a proper gentleman to go with his personality.
You knew he had golden eyes, that was a fact. Well, at least what he’d mentioned in a couple of scenes, it could very well be a lie but you wanted to believe in that mysterious domineering golden glow, staring up at you like molten heat from above you or between your legs.
Morax’s voice keeps feeding your fantasy, commenting how wet you are, how your body twitches, how he drags, slow and languid around your hole and oh, it’s like your body responds exactly the way he wants, guided by him.
“Darling, let me just… hmm… suck on your cute little clit like this.”
“Ah!”
A shock of pleasure runs trough your veins as you start rubbing on the little nub. His voice muffled, moaning as he sucks and licks and sighs deeply, clearly enjoying this.
“So sweet, so good for me. Oh, it makes daddy just ache for you sweetheart.”  
You want Morax’s cock in you yesterday.
His voice turns breathy and strained, the noises and tension intensifying as you rub faster, legs shaking, your breath coming out in gasps to match his, back arching off the bed. It’s all so good, his praise, his dirty words, his gasps, his moans.
“Come on sweetie, I know you want my big cock but first… hng… first daddy wants you to cum hah… do that for me princess? Come for daddy, come on.”
“F-fuck… fuck… hnnng” You mewl. “M-Morax…”
“I got you darling I’m right here, you can cum baby I want to taste you.”
“Ah A-Ah!” Your mouth parts into a silent scream and your whole body tenses and shudders, pleasure buzzing in your veins and under your flushed sweaty skin. Your juices spill against your hand but you imagine them wetting his chin as his voice groans and moans in your ears. You picture those half-lidded sultry golden eyes glowering at you.
“That’s a very good girl…” He chuckles, and your hazy mind can picture him nuzzling at your inner thighs. “Now, now get ready babygirl, give me your legs like this.” A noise of sheets shifting registers in your brain “Around my shoulder and let me just… hng… stroke my big cock ready for you.”
Oh you were floating, your head was spinning, you parted your legs, following his every command, fingers still rubbing at your oversensitive folds to simulate whatever he was doing. You moan at the slick jerking sound and vaguely lament not having something to fill you up as he would.
“Hmm… we’re just getting started, my dear.” He hisses.
The night was long and the audio not even halfway…
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Even though you ended up going to sleep way past any reasonable time you didn’t really feel tired. In fact, you slept wonderfully, warm and sated. And so, you headed up to class with a carefree skip and bright smile, excited to see what this new day and new year would bring you.
The classroom was rather big but looked pretty empty even though the professor was already there, you slid into one of the front seats and quickly checked the time. You weren’t late or anything, he was just… punctual and early, it seems. Which is more than can be said by the majority of the students… if they are even coming to the class.
Some general studies were mandatory classes, though you’d only had to take a couple courses before moving to subjects more in line with your chosen career. But for now, seems like you had to deal with… history.
The professor was, well… handsome, to be quite honest. And you found yourself quietly admiring him from afar. Prim and proper with long silky dark hair in a low ponytail, a perfectly neat and brown suit, and thin elegant glasses that only drew more attention to his striking gold eyes. Not a crease in sight, not a hair out of place.
He was rather meticulous it seems, with the way he organized his material, checking the time before starting the class on the dot.
“Greetings everyone, my name is Zhongli.” He smiles warmly. “I believe a welcome in is order as this is your first day of college, a new stage of your life.”
No way.
Absolutely no fucking way.
His voice…
“Seems like you’re stuck with me for your very first class.” He chuckles.
Low and deep and velvet.
Oh, you know that exact same sound.
Your eyes widen.
Oh shit.
Mr. Zhongli is Morax…
“Let’s hope this year shall be a good and prosperous one, hm?”
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in honour of all my zhong posts doin well, here’s a lil treat while i work on a full fic!! prof li cucking childe teehee!! (๑>◡<๑)
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he’s a skilled man in all aspects and that’s half the reason how he became such a well respected professor. the other half can be attributed to his good looks and gentlemanly disposition.
you weren’t in university for history or any of the related topics so why you chose to take a course specializing in the long standing traditions of Teyvet and culture could only have one explanation. like all other students, you swoon over the handsome teacher. though, unlike all other students, professor Zhongli seemed to have taken a liking to you; if the way he fucked you a top his desk said anything.
your grades in his class seemed to start dropping the second you started hanging out with Ajax. your typically kind professor most certainly did not like the ginger at all and he despised the way you spent so much time with him. perhaps it was time he displayed his claim over you.
after one class filled with you whispering inside jokes back and forth with Ajax, Zhongli asked you both to come to his office. you shared a glance at each other before obeying as you didn’t have anything else to do about it. Ajax sat on the chair in front of the oak desk and your professor sat at the burgundy one behind. you were left with no place to sit until Zhongli patted on of his thighs. your face flushed bright red but the golden eyes staring through you and into your soul was enough to make you understand not to disrespect such an offer. sure, Ajax was appalled but that was nothing compared to the punishment Zhongli would most certainly dish out had you not listened.
with hands on your hips, the professor began dragging you back and forth along his leg. the friction was delightful as always but the small audience watching you made it feel even better. you were hyper aware of every moan, whimper, and sob you let out. you couldn’t see the look Zhongli threw to Ajax but you imagine it was one of rather smugness.
soon enough, you’d have a cock pummelling your insides. a private show just for the snide ginger!!
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burned-out-match · 1 year
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if Zhongli (or Diluc, Albedo, Tighnari, Alhaitham, Heizou...) was a professor he would return papers to certain students with a point off and a comment saying ‘please write legibly’
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melonssoup · 9 months
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someone pls pls pleaseeeee send some older or middle aged zhongli x childe fic recs my way, preferably professor!zhongli x student!childe. i will love you forever <33333
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deus-lapidis · 2 years
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Professor Zhongli hcs but you're his spouse and not his student
Characters: Zhongli x gn!reader
Genre: fluff
Also I'm not booing the works that have prof zhongli x student reader, i just thought this concept here is cute
This is a repost! Here’s a short explanation why
The professor and his spouse series
Well starting off, he's an exceptional teacher, very gentle and patient. Many students have definitely lit up at his youthful and handsome looks, before noticing the ring adorning his finger.
He's very loved by his students, but they all have the habit of making him swerve from the actual topic sometimes. Beforehand, he usually went on about historical events and all the details he has somehow memorised, sometimes even bringing his own pictures of certain locations as source material.
He's always dressed nicely, either a vest and a crisp shirt with dress pants and leather shoes, a nice dress shirt or a simple sweatshirt. But the one thing that makes it really special, something that his students don't know, is that you actually dress him in the morning sometimes.
Every morning, when he wakes up and has basked in your presence (for at least ten minutes), you two wash up in the bathroom and get ready.
Small kisses exchanged and giggly smiles adorning your faces. He thinks it's adorable when you stand before him, tongue sticking out in concentration when you tie his necktie, adjusting it before kissing his cheek lightly to seal the deal. Your lover really can't help but tug you back into his arms to nudge his nose with yours.
Now the thing is that everyone knew that their very simpable teacher is married, but no one had ever seen you and some can't stop but wonder about you.
But oh boy.
One time you showed up because you noticed that your love had forgotten his phone and lunch at home because of a rushed morning.
Dumbass didn't forget to give you a quick kiss on the cheek though, freaking priorities duh
So you came into his lecture room right before you'd thought his students would shuffle in, but many early attenders happened to witness the whole loving exchange of their teacher with the mystery person.
INSTANT SHIPPING
SHIPPING INTENSIFIES WHEN THEY SEE
HOW ADORINGLY HE LOOKS AT YOU
maybe some even kinda start simping for you(?)
He's just too distracted by your presence to care much, so he'd gingerly cup you cheek and thank you with his charming glint.
Secretly, he likes showing his spouse off a little, so it might just happen that he "forgets" things at home for you to bring him one or two more times a week.
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wes-laye · 1 year
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Professor Zhongli and abandoned narwhale merman Childe meeting for the first time
I have too many AU ideas haha
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hwaitham · 5 months
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zhongli smiles and his eyes crease at the corners — soft and crinkly like the wrappers of your favourite caramel candy and within it you’re able to catch a glimpse of his boyhood , a young god . it’s hard to not want to kiss him silly when he looks at you in such a way , but perhaps that’s exactly why he spares you that smile so often ♡
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maxriderg · 5 months
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Hey Fellers, in honor of Keith Silverstein's upcoming 53rd Birthday, I got this (complete with the inclusion of Can You Feel It by the Jacksons) and well, have a very, VERY Happy Early 53rd Birthday to him, once again as always, Fellers! ;)
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saturnxgojo · 2 years
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Trouble keeping up // Professor!Zhongli (pt1) college AU
✦ Pairing: professor!zhongli x afab!reader (she/her)
✦ Summary: your history grades havent been the best lately and youve been ditching class, your professor isnt particularly happy with this and is asking you for an explanation.
✦ Warnings: age gab(reader is about 20, zhongli about 30, dont attack me), swear words, usage of pet names (sweetheart, love) making out, mention of getting chaught, grammar mistakes probably, tell me if i missed anything
✦ A/n: first work after a week of being gone, im feeling a lot better now (for context check me page), pt2 will come tomorrow probably.
✦ Wordcount: 1330
✦ ATTENTION!!! do not copy. translate, remake my work, i do not give you permission to so dont do it. also GIF not mine, credits to the creator.
part two right here > (to be be uploaded august 30th)
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Someone cleared their throat behind you before addressing you, “Miss Y/n? May I have a word with you?” 
Your face went pale as you looked at your friend in pure terror. You two had been hanging around campus after class, not wanting to go back to your dorms yet seeing the weather was nice (for once). What you didn’t think of were the professors that also walked around campus, seeing their work days weren’t yet over. 
“Oh fuck,” You whispered. To be fair, sooner or later you would have to face him. But for the last two weeks, skipping his class and avoiding him seemed the better option for you. 
“Miss Y/n?” your history professor spoke. His voice sent a chill down your spine as you turned around to meet his eye. 
“Yes, professor?” 
“Can I have a word with you? In private?” 
“Uhh s-sure?” 
Okay the reason why you were ditching his classes and making sure you were at least 50 feet away from your history professor was simple; you used to be, (key word; used) one of his best students (you were his best student according to him, but maybe, just maybe he took a liking towards you ever since you first walked into his classroom). But to continue; you used to be his best student. 
What changed? You might ask. Well.. about a month ago one of your friends started talking about how attractive some teachers were at your college. You had to agree with your friend, I mean one look at the science and physical movement professors Albedo and Childe and everyone would agree. But when they started talking about the history professor; Professor Zhongli, you brushed it off.
“No, what the fuck. He’s old.” You said to your friend.
“So? He could be a dilf.” 
“He's not married,” another friend joined in. 
And later that day when you were in his class you started paying attention to him, but really paying attention. And after not even one lesson you understood what your friend was on about. The way he moved his hands while he talked, how he leaned against his desk with his hands on either side of him, or how he would sometimes address people as love, or sweetheart, or how he would take off his overcoat. Basically everything he did suddenly made an impact on you. Before you were so focussed on school and your grades that you didn’t notice. But once you did, it affected everything. Your grades, your activity in class, everything. So the last few weeks your grades went down really goddamn fast, and as expected your professor wasn't all that excited about that, and with the fact that you had been straight up avoiding him and his classes.
“Do you understand that, miss Y/n?” reality came back to you at once as you found yourself standing in the history classroom.
“Yes sir?” You said, your answer coming out more like a question rather than an answer.
“Were you listening to what I said to you?” he asked, his eyes narrowing and his head slowly tilted as he leaned against his desk in that oh so distracting way with his arms folded over his chest.
“Yes?” you hesitated into telling the truth or not, but to be fair, much worse the situation couldn’t get. 
“I am gonna repeat myself one more time, listen closely, otherwise there will be circumstances. Understood?” 
You nodded. 
“Your grades have been very disappointing the last couple of weeks, and together with the fact that you haven’t been present in any of my classes in the last two weeks that does not surprise me.” 
“Mean much,” You muttered as you looked at your feet.
Pretending he didn’t hear what you said he continued; “I do not know the reason for you being absent and failing my class, but I suggest you do something about it. If there are medical reasons I wish to know about it, no specific details needed, so I can keep it in mind. If you are having trouble with keeping up, you are aware you can always stop by to ask me questions, no?”
You nodded again.
“Although, if I have to guess, neither of those are the issue, seeing you have had no problem in my class and you were a straight A student before. What changed? I wish to hear your feedback.” 
Fuck fuck fuck
“I- uh- yeah no um there are no medical issues sir. I’ve just been having some trouble keeping up lately,” you couldn’t look at him, everything in you screamed to get out of the classroom.
“And is there a reason for that, sweetheart? Is it only in my class, or in other classes too?” he stood up and walked over to you, looking down at you.
“I-” You were at a loss for words as your professor used his thumb and index finger to lift your chin up to look at him, your eyes met his and you felt blood rushing to your cheeks.
“Perhaps it’s because you aren't paying any attention to the things I tell you and your fellow classmates in class. Because you were too busy looking at me, rather than listening to me.” 
Slowly he took a few steps ahead, making you walk backwards until your thighs hit a desk. “Or maybe you were listening to me, but you just didn’t bother to actually take notes of what I said, you were busy hiding your red face while pushing your thighs together. I’d like to know, what were you thinking about?” 
You were now completely out of words.
“What is it, love? Cat got your tongue?”
“I-it doesn’t concern you, sir.” you closed your eyes as you tried to calm your breathing and racing heart.
The feeling of lips brushing against your neck startled you but hands were placed on your hips, pulling you up to the small desk a student sat in not an hour ago. His lips moved to your ear, “Are you sure?” he asked. Lost in the moment you shook your head. “What were you thinking about sweetheart, no need to be shy.” He pulled away, staring into your eyes, “Well?”
“You, sir. But sir we really shouldn’t be doing this, this is strictly forbidden, if someone sees this, you could lose your job and I could-” you were shut up as he pushed his lips against yours.
“Call me Zhongli sweetheart,” he said against your lips.
It didn’t surprise him when you kissed him back, your arms moving across his neck to pull him closer. After all, he wasn't stupid, he had known many students had a bit of a crush on him, but he always brushed it off- like a normal and good professor should. He never thought you’d be one of them, until the last few weeks. You were avoiding eye contact in the beginning, and the next moment you would be looking at his hands or forearms when you thought he didn’t notice.
But like said earlier, he kind of took a liking towards you, your lowkey rebelish and at the same time shy personality was adorable in his eyes. Or the way you sometimes came to his class in a girly summer dress only for you to come in in a shirt of some 80’s rock band and wide jeans the next. Today you’d pulled out a black schoolgirl skirt with a yellow shirt, and Zhongli was having a hard time keeping his hands off of your thighs.
And when one of his hands indeed moved down to your thigh and squeezed it you let out a quiet moan into the kiss. Pulling back to breath your already red cheeks were a dark crimson red now. 
“I- sir-”
“Zhongli,” He said once again. “Zhongli we really shouldn’t.” you whispered, your arms still around his neck and his hands still on your hip and thigh. “I know sweetheart,”
“But I need you, Zhongli”
To be continued…
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zhongrin · 1 year
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crystalflygeo · 1 year
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Sinful voice pt.2 ft “Morax”/Prof!Zhongli + fem!reader (modern AU)
cw/tags: Voice kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, female masturbation, oral and fingering implied but like it's just fantasizing?? petnames (sweetheart, babygirl, dear) Reader is DOWN BAD LMAO and suffers second hand embarrasment.
notes: EVERYBODY SAY THANK YOU @localplaguenurse!!They gave me a F A N T A S T I C idea that just inspired me to continue this wip and ended up not even being featured here yet but HEY... future p3!! //winkwink. That said I did NOT expect how much this would blow up and how ppl loved it and wanted more, y'all gonna make me giddy and/or cry pls (consider checking some of my other stuff too mayhaps? <3) Anyway I REALLY hope this delivers bc boi am I afraid of not meeting expectations vcgvhjbnjnmklal
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Weeks had passed since your ‘big discovery’ and you still weren’t quite sure what to do with this information.
At first you chalked it up to just your imagination because… there was no way, right? Your new professor could just have a… similar voice… yeah… that was it.
Except the more you listened to his long-winded explanations the more you picked up certain words and intonations here and there and you knew you were just fooling yourself.
A lot had happened in these last few weeks, from organizing your new living space, to meeting your roommates, to grocery shopping, classes, and you had even considered the idea of maybe getting a part time job somewhere close by. There were plenty of small shops and places around the college campus neighborhood that not only offered valuable services to poor college students but also the opportunity to make a bit of money to help them out.
It had all been rather exhausting and stressing, exams, essays and projects were already starting too…
Lying back in bed you sigh and roll over, feeling the familiar faint throb of desire pooling between your legs, one you’d never really managed to sate with a person so much as with fantasies. But tonight, as you lay awake in bed aching for your usual touch, you feel conflicted.
Ever since that very first day you just couldn’t bring yourself to open up Morax’s website again. Hell, a new month had rolled over and you’d dutifully paid the subscription along with your other usual bills.
Part of you was itching for it, curious, frustrated.
And very very horny.
Thing is, your fantasies had often featured a faceless man, strong, imposing and dominating, taking you like a blushing maiden and making you beg for the pleasure he’d give, allowing him to do anything he wanted with your heated body. Now that man had a face… your history professor Mr. Zhongli.
You used to get off to imaginings of Morax tying you up and having his way with you, teasing you, fucking you into the mattress and making you cum over and over. Now it was Mr. Zhongli. Polite and courteous Mr. Zhongli with his refined gestures and well-mannered demeanor.
You wanted to cum, to reach that high and come undone and let out all the pent-up stress and frustration until you melted into a puddle and didn’t have to think about classes or money or life anymore, but the second your fingers began to rub at your clit, Mr. Zhongli’s voice would hit you with that even tone he used when scolding someone for gossiping during his lecture.
“Disgraceful behavior…”
A hot flash of shame burned at your face but for whatever reason it just turned you on more. You wanted to get fucked so bad you felt like you were going insane. You wanted that man to pin you up against a wall and thrust inside you until you turned into an incoherent moaning mess. You wanted to get bent over at his desk and filled up with cum until you were left gaping and oozing and told what a good girl you are. You wanted to get fucked on your hands and knees squirming and crying from overstimulation.
Lying in bed, you squeezed a pillow against your face and screamed.
You wanted to fuck your handsome history professor Mr. Zhongli.
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It’s barely first period and you couldn’t concentrate.
You were sleepy, hungry and overall, in a bad mood. Standing in line at the cafeteria for a much-needed morning coffee and some snack you yawn and browse around your phone. Math. Gods you hated math.
At least you didn’t have history today. That was a whole other can of worms.
You figured you’d eventually have to get over it but it was just… so bizarre. Mr. Zhongli was quite the popular teacher, you’d learned. Extremely knowledgeable in various topics, a strict but kind and just teacher and good looking on top of all.
No wonder the upperclassmen flocked around him, probably half the campus lowkey had a crush on him, male and female students alike. It was genuinely a miracle he was not married or even had a significant other apparently.
And he was also Morax. Sensual dominating Morax who would just not leave your head-
“Good morning, how may I help you?” The cashier called out cheerfully and you pulled out of your thoughts.
“Morn-”
“Good morning.”
You gasp so sharply you almost launch into a coughing fit; your eyes widen and whole body tenses and oh shit-
Somehow you manage to trip and fall in the clumsiest, stupidest way possible.
“Woah-!”
“Miss?!”
Except you don’t actually fall, but someone manages to hold you, a hand grabbing your arm and the other pressed against your back steadying you as your poor brain goes into overdrive.
That voice!
It’s him!
Too close!
What is he doing here?!
Way too close!!
The seconds it takes for you to react feel like ages as you stare up at Mr. Zhongli like a deer caught in the headlights.
His hands are warm…
His cologne smells soooo good.
His eyes are gorgeous!
He’s so hot!!
“Are you alright Miss l/n?”
“I’M FINE! I-I’m fine!” You yelp, way louder than intended (or normal) and quickly scoot back to put some distance between yourself and the handsome professor. He picks up his dropped bag and dusts it a little, as well as his clothes, still pristine as ever. “I… think I got a little dizzy s-sorry I haven’t eaten yet and… yeah…” You chuckle nervously.
You see him frown slightly. “Going without food for long periods of time can be quite dangerous.” He states, obviously concerned. “Maybe you should head to the infirmary see Dr Baizhu, you look quite pale and the dizziness could be a symptom of low blood pressure. Do you have anything sugary to eat or drink?”
“I w-was about to buy something…”
“It might be best for you to sit down for the moment.” He nods, resolute. “Allow me.”
…And that’s how you end up sitting at one of the nearby small tables with a little glazed donut and a bottle of water, courtesy of your dear history professor.
You stare at the little treat in your hands, half eaten already as he insisted, at least your hands stopped shaking and some color returned to your face. Mr. Zhongli seemed content enough, sitting across from you.
“T-Thank you.” You mumble, refusing to meet his gaze. “How much was it? I’ll pay you back I have som-”
He sees you rummaging through you bag and raises a hand. “None of that, you needed it. I’m glad to see you’re looking a little better, please take care of yourself, health is very important.”
“Um, ok.”
Then he smiles, and it’s gentle, soft. “You’re Miss l/n, right? One of the new students from my history class?”
Huh?   
“You didn’t do very well on the essay assignment…”
Ack. You sigh and take another bite of the small donut. “History is just… not my strong suit. Too many dates and names to remember.”
He chuckles and oh God who gave him the right to make that sound? Your skin tingles.
“Fair enough. I know my classes can be a little daunting, I’m very particular about certain topics and tend to ramble sometimes. But I can tell you really put effort into classes and pay attention to my lectures.” He looks pensive for a moment. “Let me propose something. I usually impart some private tutoring sessions to students on more advanced levels, but I could make an exception for you. If you have time available it could help lift your grades.”
You stare up at him in surprise, grateful to not have a mouthful of donut or you would have probably choked again like an idiot. Did you hear that right? A private tutoring session after hours at his office?!
Now that sounded like a title for one of Morax’s audios: Hot professor bangs his stu-NOPE.    
“I-I’ll think about it! Sure.”
He nods and gets up, sparing a glance at his watch. “I have to leave now, please do consider it. And do try to eat at more regular intervals and take better care of yourself, you look quite tired.”
A polite way of saying you had marked eyebags, yep.
“I’ll try.” You mumble. Suddenly a little sad to see him go. “Professor… thank you.”
There’s that smile again, you could melt. “You’re welcome, my dear.”
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And yet that night, you’re once again rolling in bed unable to sleep.
My dear.
You couldn’t stop thinking on the whole incident, you’d certainly made a fool of yourself but the memory of his strong arms holding you, touch firm but gentle. The scent of his cologne that you wish had clung more on your clothes.
You really were down bad, this is ridiculous…
You bite your lip.
You shouldn’t. You shouldn’t.
Oh but you will, just one wouldn’t hurt.
Quite the opposite actually…
Unable to contain yourself (or your horniness) you take no time to pop in your earbuds and start scrolling. Hmm… there had been a couple new additions in these last weeks.
You can’t help but wonder why he does these. When. How. You never really considered or thought on it before, Morax has quite a lot of patrons (not a surprise) and thought you know nothing about sound and video recording or editing technically he’s making money just by using that honeyed velvet voice of his. That had to bring in some cash, right?
But then again, if you knew anything about these types of subscriptions it was that they required constancy and that meant hard work and dedication. Did he enjoy these? He really puts in the effort given the amazing quality…
You can’t help but picture your handsome professor unwinding a little after a long day, casual clothes, a cup of that tea he loves and setting up to record those dirty words and sinful moans.
Did he sometimes get worked up about these too? Did he also touch himself during or after recording a particular scenario? Sitting back slightly sprawled on the chair, brow slightly furrowed, stroking his co-   
Aaahhhh you needed to stop thinking on him.
Yeah right.
“Daddy eats you out and prepares you for his big cock.”
Well, this looks promising.   
The audio starts like many others, with some dialogue from him and setting the scene and oh… you had kind of missed the playful teasing tilt of Morax’s voice. You can’t help but chuckle lightly, this scene is so domestic. He calls you “sweetheart”, “babygirl” and there are the kissy noises.
You wish you could kiss him…
“Hmmm… daddy’s gonna get you nice and ready. Spread your legs for me.” Oh, you certainly do. “Daddy’s gonna get down here between them.”
You rub at your tights slowly, sensual, remembering his larger hands.
“Oh your little pussy is already so wet and swollen.” Morax coos, voice soft and airy. “You think it’s already ready I know.” He chuckles. “But you know daddy’s cock is big, yeah, your little pussy’s gonna need to stretch a little bit hm?” A kiss.
You whine.
“Shhh daddy’s gonna make you feel so good sweetheart.”
Lewd wet noises invade your ears and you waste no time starting to stroke yourself, slow and tender. He groans and sighs and you whimper, hips jolting from the bed.
Gods how was he so…
“Yeah… nice and gentle hmm, we’re gonna have so much fun.”
His words were a complete 180 from the long lectures about politics and wars, and yet, his voice…
“D-Daddy…” You sigh. “Please!”
“Oh I love how sensitive your little clit is… you like that babygirl?”
You rub and stroke at the little bundle of nerves and see stars already.
You were so pent up, so needy. Your orgasm was already building too quickly, mewling and whining at his words, his noises, trying to match the pace and follow his instructions.
“That’s a good girl.”
“F-Fuck-”
Your eyebrows furrow, your body trembles and you bit your lip to contain your noises. Morax warns you when he adds a finger, and after a few seconds another, chuckling low at how you clench, praising you, coaxing out your pleasure.
You can only picture him at the end of the bed, licking and sucking obscenely at your juices, pumping those slender fingers in and out, in and out…
That tantalizing voice teasing you, your fingers knotting that dark brown hair tipped amber, golden eyes staring up at you half-lidded but feral and fascinated. Focusing on you. Only you.
“A-Ah! Mhmm…”
“Now I want you to cum babygirl come on, in five… four…”
You stroke and pump faster, frantic, lost in that rapidly approaching high.
“Three… two…”   
You cry out, a spark cursing through your veins.
“One… hmmm that’s it my dear.”
“Z-Zhongli…!”
He ushers you out of your release with soft words before saying something else, but your mind is floating and hazy. Your take off the earbuds and place them away catching your breath for a moment, arm draped over your face, the audio still has a long way to go but you’re drowsy and sleepy so you decide to call it a night.
It is only a little later, once you’re done with a quick cleaning and putting everything away, curled up under the covers and dozing off that you realize…
Shit.
You’d called not for Morax but Zhongli.
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currently im saur obsessed with professor zhongli... I LOVE OLDER MEN
SO TRU!! prof zhongli is so <3 hehe im heart eyes over him <3
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zhongli tried very hard not to pick favourites in his classes. as a professor, it was his duty to grade and teach equally to all of his students. that said, you were most certainly special to him. he couldn’t help but favour the doe eyes you looked at him with and the sweet little outfits you’d wear to his classes. to him, you were an enigma. he’s absolutely weak for you.
his favouritism shined most when you’d spend office hours spread out on his desk, the work of other less important students shoved aside and his computer propped up on a shelf to record every moment spent with you beneath him. zhongli favoured your muffled moans and soft cries you’d let out just for him. your pretty pussy was another large weak spot of his. he simply couldn’t resist how beautiful you looked dripping all over the oak wood of the desk and would always invite you back for more. perhaps it was somewhat of an addiction of his. you were like a drug to his otherwise sober mind and to have you feeding into his desires for him high off of you every single time. he could spend hours pleasuring you and himself should the time let him. the camera on his laptop certainly wasn’t the best but it sufficed. he loved being able to look at his own collection of intimacy between you both whenever he couldn’t have you in front of him. it was a filthy desire and he was aware of it but you were just that perfect to him.
zhongli also couldn’t help how hard he got whenever you teased him for being a ‘dirty old man’ for fucking one of his students. he knew he was dirty but so were you; you willing spread your legs whenever he asked. if he was filthy and tainted from the actions you shared then so were you. but, that was definitely a large piece of appeal to you. such a proper gentleman turning into a depraved and needy beast had you pooling in your panties.
he didn’t like having favourites but you were an exception. <3
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flamingthespian · 1 year
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glad you all are enjoying my Genshin memes. It is now time to share my very serious very real Genshin ship art.
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sondepoch · 2 years
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okokok i know no one here has probably even watched 3 Idiots but that movie is so fucking good and i am now obsessed with making a genshin!idiots AU like omgomgomg new project????
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deus-lapidis · 2 years
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College Boyfriend Zhongli
Characters: Zhongli x gn!reader
Genre: fluff
A/N: Prequel/Background to the “Professor Zhongli but you’re his spouse and not his student” series. The brainrot inflicted by @hiraya-rawr (dw hun, your specialty treat is in progress atm!!)
The professor and the spouse series
Admittedly, he is quite the eye candy for everyone that attends classes alongside him, but he’s always ready to decline any date invitations, if they’re not from you, his all time favourite person.
You get bragging rights for being this man’s s/o. Fucking congratulations. He is great husband material (cough and y’all DO marry soo…)
He walks you to the lectures that he doesn’t have with you and picks you up whenever he can! He also always wants to have lunch with you, may it be at school, outside somewhere in town or at either your places.
He’s not much of a party person in college as during his rowdier early high school times (he was a dignified high schooler, but he had a slight tsundere phase bc it was puberty aka the teenage dirtbag era)
Oh this goes for both college and prof Zhongli or just any Zhongli tbh. He smells so good and whenever he gives you one of his soft sweaters, you’re in immediate heaven, it’s like being engulfed in a Zhongli hug. He thinks it’s cute.
He’s such a simp for you, my god, he’s so loving. Definitely holds your hand if you like it and presses gentle kisses to your forehead/hair.
You two go on lots of local cafe dates and the grandmas and aunties there love him, because he’s such a handsome and polite guy, who is always down for a chit chat.
“Ah, A-Li! Is that the person you’ve been telling us about? Come get them to sit with us, they have such a lovely face!”
They embarrass him a little by exposing his simpery for you <3
Sometimes you’re studying a lot and can’t see him as much as you’d like, but it’s quite adorable how he shows up at the library to sit at the same table with you. He patiently waits for you to finish up, while either doing work himself or just reading a book. (he brought snacks and tea for you)
He likes to invite you over to his flat and you meet his flatmates, their flatmate bonding cook offs are so great and epic and you’re fairly certain that this man only knows how to cook so he doesn’t get criticised to death by his friends. They also love to poke fun at him and also expose him like the cafe grandmas hehe
He naps like a dad. It started during college and it never stopped, so as a professor, he still naps like a dad.
With dad napping I mean falling asleep sitting on the couch, arms crossed with his glasses slightly shifted.
You two once got matching silly keychains when you were out and he never stopped using it, since in his later years, the little gudetama charm is slightly damaged from weathering and the paint is chipped, but it has so much puppy love stored in it, that he uses it to decorate his USB thumb drive <3
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