Just An Idea For Genshin Cult Au Enthusiasts Also Spoilers To Enkanomiya:

Just an idea for Genshin cult au enthusiasts also spoilers to Enkanomiya:

-For starters let’s tackle the Creator. From the recent world quest and the new lore added with the new area. Supposedly long before Celestia came to be, Teyvat is ruled under one nation, one culture and what not. So just imagine that the ruler of this one unified nation is what is now known as the ‘Creator’.

-Then Celestia came and started colonizing Teyvat via waging war to its one nation and the Creator. The Creator died in the war and the nation was scattered/destroyed. Ever since then the Creator persistently tried to get back to Teyvat to reclaim it and unified it once more but Celestia keeps intervening resulting with many civilizations destroyed.

-How is it that the Creator keeps coming back when they died in the war? Because the Creator is The Creator. The original god of Teyvat, after the creation of Teyvat the Creator stayed and ruled over their people. No ones has ever tried to usurp the Creator so Celestia’s violent approach came as an unpleasant and devastating surprise. Even if the Creator is powerful they have absolutely no experience in fighting. But they are a God when they ‘died’ they simply sent their soul to another world to heal and gather back their strength.

-Why do they keep losing? They are too much of a pacifist. Ever since from the beginning they know nothing but peace. They never really dwell on the much more violent side of their power. They do however created the seven dragon lords sovereign to help them run the nation. They have about 80% of the Creator’s power and their sole purpose is to protect the people. Celestia used that against them and lost.

-Why did they lost when they are almost as powerful as the creator? They were too busy protecting the people because Celestia keeps bombarding them with attacks that could easily kill the weaker and frailer beings. Before they knew it, Celestia already slain the Creator. The dragon lords retreated when they felt the creator’s death. Cursing humanity and blaming them for the Creator’s death.

-The Creator made themselves reborn as a human to lay low. They have live countless lifetimes as a human and because of that they have gotten quite attach to their human lifestyle. When they came back to Teyvat, they took care of laying low and see what Celestia had done to their beloved world. In the process of that, they had created Khaenriah. Then Celestia destroyed that too and ever since the Creator never came back.

-What did Celestia do after the Creator’s first death? They erase all traces of the Creator by creating false fables and history or just outright destroying any traces of them. It is for the hope that it will lessen the power of the Creator believing that worship and belief is the one powering them but it is not the case. When Celestia came to this conclusion they opted to destroy whichever nation the Creator decided to hide in or nurture/build.

-Because ultimately the Creator is a creator, a farmer that plant seeds and nurture their field to grow. They are not a destroyer and never will be because it is not them. They do not govern over destruction but their creation do. Their creation have the capacity to destroy and fight back, they just needed time but Celestia will not allow them that. It is merely a bonus that this indiscriminate genocide made the Creator hesitant to come back.

-When they learn of Khaenriah and how close they are to waging war against Celestia or taking back Teyvat. They have grown wary. Celestia then decided to fight fire with fire. They let the little nation be and instead created the Archon War to hinder its development because surely the Creator wouldn’t let Teyvat suffer through this bloodshed. To Celestia’s displeasure, the tiny realm in which Khaenriah resided were sealed off from their eyes by Teyvat itself, making the gods of Celestia and the Creator ignorant of each other’s actions.

-A faux war created to smoke out the Creator from their lair turn into a real devastating one.

-Celestia and Teyvat were in a stand still with Celestia brewing more chaos and bloodshed and Teyvat enduring it all for the sake of its Creator. Celestia out of pure desperation to get to the Creator decided to open the ‘gates’ by that I mean they decided to make people believe and worship the Creator. Celestia hoped that the countless prayers of the people on Teyvat will coax the Creator out. Unknowing of the fact that the Creator is now human and thus doesn’t have the same capabilities of a god.

-The Creator now known as Eclipse, the first ruler and founder of Khaenriah, took great care of the nation. They make sure that they will never end up like the rest by giving them knowledge and wisdom and the determination to now bow to any god. The only one who knew of the full truth is their sole confidant, their first pupil, Gold. When the Creator perish due to their now human lifespan, Gold planned to conquer the above ground as a last gift for her mentor and parental figure. For her only God.

-When the war concluded and the seal that protected Khaenriah was torn down, both Teyvat and Celestia, depleted of power, have learn the truth of the Creator. Teyvat is content and happy that it finally protected its Creator, even though they still somewhat died. (at least this time they died happy) Teyvat went to a long hibernation to recover from its ‘fight’ with Celestia.

-Meanwhile Celestia felt cheated. Their nemesis and ‘rival’ decided to be human and for what?! Filled with rage and pettiness, they gave the Gnosis to the winners of the war with the intent to corrupt its bearer with a twisted sort of worship to the Creator and a last verdict ‘Kill anyone that dare wore their face’.

-Celestia is determine to show to the Creator that they aren’t human and will never be one. Once the Creator got that beaten up in their human form and finally go back to their godly glory, they will once again enact the olden days. Where they will baptized the lands with the crimson blood of the nation they nurture and their own golden ichor.

-First they have to deal with this one, “The pride of humanity”. Pathetic.

—❝ 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞

✦ where they like to cum at

✦ feat. diluc, kaeya, ayato, albedo, childe

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, creampies (diluc), pussyjob (kaeya), temperature play (kaeya), nipple play (kaeya + ayato), implied cunnilingus (kaeya), implied cum eating (kaeya +childe), boobjob (ayato), cumshot (albedo + ayato), thigh job (albedo), blowjob (childe), fingering (childe), unedited

Diluc can’t help but cum inside of you. It’s his favorite spot whenever. Feeling your legs pull him in deeper, girthy cock stretching you out and pounding in your deepest spots repeatedly—it’s an addictive feeling.

He wants to continue feeling your walls flutter down on his veiny cock, massaging your walls, tip poking and nudging on your clit. You can hear him grunting, lifting your leg up to try to get even deeper inside of you, curving himself up to hit the most delightful spot in your cunt. 

He couldn’t help lifting your head up, pressing his lips against yours tight as his eyebrows furrow. With his tip pressed against your cervix, he would come absolutely undone—his moans hidden away by his passionate kiss.

You can feel him twitching inside you as he empties out his heavy balls. As he lifts his lips up, moving to finally exit your warm cavern, his ruby eyes can’t help being completely enchanted by the thick river of white that's seeping from you.

Pressing his slightly chapped lips to your thigh, he can feel his cock springing back to life once more. 

Kaeya is an absolute tease. As he’s sliding in and out of you, his finger is tightly pressed against your throbbing clit—rubbing tight circles along it. His lips drag along your neck, nibbling down another spot to hear those precious gasps he adores so much. You can feel him smiling, his fingers pulling at your pebbled nipples with frosty hands.

His breaths are getting hire and hire as he feels his stomach-churning desperate for a release after edging himself for so long. He pulled out hearing you whine out, rubbing the tip and length of his tanned cock along your puffy, dripping folds back and forth.

Hearing you gasp again as he made it cold, tapping part of it roughly against your clit was finally the tipping point. As he loudly croaked your name, a pool of his cum oozed from your folds making it an absolute mess.

As you whine and complain that you didn’t reach your high, Kaeya only laughs, pressing the flat of his tongue along your cum-stained pussy. Don’t worry, you’ll never have to fear about him being a selfish lover. He takes pride in having you tug on his hair, crying out his name for the umpteenth time.

Ayato absolutely loves making your pretty chest dress up in his cum. The absolute smirk on his face as he commands you to play with your pretty pussy, watching your slick drip from your fingers and onto the floor, as he presses the mounds on your chest together along his cock thrusting up towards your chin. 

He couldn’t help biting his lip to prevent the moans wanting to escape seeing your lips tremble, eyes gazing down wondering when he would finally cum. You could feel his balls slapping against your abdomen with every thrust, with his fingers something brushing down to play with your stiff nipples. 

As he finally unravels, laughter mixed with his moans, watching his translucent cum spurt out along your chest, some of it managing to escape all the way up to your neck. He only slapped down on the moans causing you to gasp before lifting your head up with his fingers. 

You truly know how to entertain the head of the clan. Now it was only fair you had some fun too, right?

Albedo's favorite place to cum is actually your thighs. Whenever he managed to turn you to the side, he would somehow slip out of your needy cunt, instead thrusting between your soft and plush thighs. Even as you murmur he wasn’t inside of you anymore, he didn’t respond—wholely caught up in the pleasure. 

You could hear his mumbles, repeating your name softly in your ear with his eyes shut closed. His hand simply snaked around your upper thigh, to press them together even more. You shifted your hips, as another shaky moan comes from him.

You can’t help but gasp, watching as his cum finally shoots out of him, staining your thighs and the sheets with his shame—all he could do was keep thrusting and whining and you felt him get hard once more.

You weren’t expecting the alchemist to flip you over pumping his hardening cock repeatedly before entering your sensitive inside again. His eyes were finally open this time, simply watching his cum slowly drip from your thighs.

Childe is so mean, as his favorite place to cum is on your face. Something is so primal about it, as a dark grin always manages to creep on his freckled face. Hearing you slurp and gag as you pressed your mouth deeper against his cock, bobbing your head up and down was a sight that will be etched in the redhead’s memory.

Even as he lazily plays with your pussy, he can’t help pushing you away, before getting up—the grip on his cock tight as he tugged on it repeatedly. As he jerked himself off, he couldn’t help sometimes slapping the length of it along your cheeks seeing you jolt and close your eyes. He even presses his pretty pink tip and drags it along your soft lips.

And when he finally cums, he will be sure to smear it all across your cheeks and face—muttering just how much prettier you are with his cum seeping from it.

He can’t even help coming in for a kiss, tasting the saltiness from his essence. Don’t worry though, his fingers are already plunging and curling inside of you, a reward for being such a good sport.

if you want thirst I’ll give you thirst 😭 maid!reader walking in on their master jerking off 🫠 can be anyone idc

“You Called, Master?”

part one (cont.) / part two

characters: albedo, ayato, childe, dainsleif, diluc, kaeya

summary: maid!reader walks in on their master getting off.

genre: smut

warnings: afab!reader (no pronouns); pet names (darling, dear, love), unprotected, overstim (dain), master-maid dynamic

note: head in hands,, i didn’t even finish reading this before my brain went DING‼️ DING‼️ DING‼️ like a thirsty mf 🫠 also guys i am on my knees BEGGING for more dain content please i will give you my c6 xingqiu 🙏

you just had to be so good and obedient for him, didn’t you? getting on your knees and smiling sweetly after walking in on him fucking his fist in his office. giving his tip kitten licks and sucking on it, holding his shaft with both your hands and teasing him. it’s only when you lower your head and feel his cock hit the back of your throat that your master lets out a low moan. his gloved hands find purchase in your hair, pushing you down ‘till you’re gagging on his dick. oh, how your lips feel divine wrapped around him.

— diluc is gentle, letting praise fall off his tongue between every labored breath. “so good…” “you’re doing so well…” “just like that, dear…” he pushes your hair to the side and watches you suck him off, groaning when you moan so prettily around his cock. even amidst his pleasure he notices the way you rub your thighs together. “get me off with your mouth, and i’ll fill your pretty little cunt as a reward,” he promises. you swirl your tongue around his length and let him use your throat as he pleases, all with the hope of being stuffed full. and, when diluc does cum on your tongue, he keeps that promise. with your back pressed against the polished wood of his desk, diluc bunches up your frilly uniform at your hips and yanks your panties down your thighs. you let out such a sweet moan when he penetrates you, the leather of his gloves pressing into your hips so tightly to keep you still. the way your slick walls took him in so deep made his head spin. “m’gonna fill you up now, okay? you deserve a reward for being so good for me…”

— ayato is a tease above all, even in a situation like this. with you on your knees in front of him, moaning and drooling while he treats your throat like a toy. he can’t help the amused chuckle that falls from his parted lips when he notices your squirming. “go on, darling… get yourself off.” ayato watches you slip your hand under your skirt, pushing your panties aside just enough to slide two fingers inside your cunt. another sweet moan vibrates against his length, and he almost pulls you off his dick to fuck you himself. almost. “such an obedient little maid, hmm?” he teases you as if he isn’t affected by the situation. “i should have asked you to suck me off a long time ago…” he muses, pulling you by your hair off his length. ayato uses his thumb to keep your lips parted as he cums on your tongue, the possessive spark in his eyes igniting when you cum on your fingers at nearly the same time. “such obedience deserves more ceremony than this, don’t you think? sit on my lap, dear - let me give you a reward worthwhile.”

he didn’t need a maid, you were well aware of that when you took this job. your master kept you around because he enjoyed having something pretty to look at when he came home, and you did a wonderful job keeping the place clean for him. being the only servant in the home meant not needing to worry so much about “professionalism,” and your master took advantage of that on every occasion. still, you never expected to walk in on him getting himself off. just like every other household duty, satisfying your master was left to you.

— kaeya let out a pleased hum as you lowered onto his cock, your fingers pushing your panties aside to make room for him. you pulled your hand away and dug your nails into his shoulders once he was fully sheathed in your cunt, letting out a breathy moan when he rolled his hips into yours. his hands rested against your lower back and under your ass, giving you little time to prepare before he started bouncing you up and down his length. kaeya spoke right next to your ear and teased you incessantly. “you– hah, fuck– you’re really enjoying this, huh? you love serving your master like this?” his teasing words all but disappeared when you circled your hips and started bouncing yourself. instead of playful remarks and comments, kaeya was praising you like no other. “keep going, just like that… you’re so good, love…” he groaned, rutting into you like a man depraved. he pulled out, stroking his shaft a few times and releasing on your clean uniform. he looked at you with amused smirk as you tried to get up. “oh, you thought that we were done? i still need your services, love.”

— childe pressed your face into the cotton pillow, muffling your moans as he sunk into you with a single thrust. “ahh, this is what i’ve been waiting for.” he declared, wrapping his hand around your hair and pressing his palm into your shoulder. “obedience is so wonderful, isn’t it?” you could hardly form a coherent thought with your master setting a brutal pace, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass being the only thing you could focus on. you tried to match his pace, tried to meet his hips with your own, but he leaned over your back and chuckled next to your ear. “no need to think about anything else right now,” his arm wrapped around your body and reached for your clit, rubbing fast circles on the sensitive bud and making you sob into the pillow. “that’s it, just fall apart…” childe cooed in your ear, his sweet voice starkly contrasting the way he fucked your cunt like it was his only chance to do so. “i’ve got a lot of fantasies to live out tonight, so don’t get too lost in the pleasure just yet…”

your master was seldom home - you often wondered why he employed you at all. if you ever questioned his reasons, he would simply brush you off and say that your services were necessary. judging by the collection of antiques, documents, and other items that filled the shelves of his home, you were left to assume that your master employed you to keep those items safe. and, despite seeing little of him, you had developed a number of fantasies about him. somehow, being laid out atop his underused bed with his head between your legs was not one of them.

— albedo claimed it was all for an “experiment,” but his notebook had long been discarded on the floor. he took your clit between his lips and lavished it with his tongue, sliding two fingers inside your slick folds and curling his fingers up. you bit your hand to keep from sobbing his name, whimpering when he pulled away and stared you down. “don’t silence yourself. if you do, then i won’t let you touch me,” you knew that his threat was true - as albedo resumed his ministrations, scissoring his fingers and licking a stripe up to your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, you let out a series of whiny moans. he pulled back just enough to speak, his hot breath fanning over you. “see, was that so difficult?” his skilled fingers were soon joined by a third, making you arch your back as your walls clenched around them. albedo hummed around your clit and pressed his free hand into your stomach to keep you from wiggling too much as you came. “hmm, interesting… but, i think i may need to run this experiment a few more times.”

— dainsleif was the most enigmatic of all - despite rarely saying more than a word to you, he was straightforward when telling you to sit on his face. now, he had your thighs in an iron grip as he licked into your pussy like it was ambrosia. you could do little but grip the headboard and tug at his messy locks, your moans bordering on sobs of your master’s name. he laid his head back against the pillow and huffed, clearly annoyed. “i told you to sit, not hover. listen to me when i give you orders.” dainsleif pulled your hips down and pressed your cunt against his lips, caring not for his own neglected cock or need for air. he let out a low groan and pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing small circles around it while his tongue dipped into your folds once more. you wriggled your hips and tried to ride his tongue, but to no avail; your master was far stronger than the average man. even when you came on his face, he continued his abuse of your cunt, licking and sucking up everything you had to offer and coating his chin in your slick. only when you whimpered and begged him to stop did he pull away to catch his breath, chuckling softly at your panting and pretty whines. “no need to worry about me… i’m quite alright staying here for the rest of the night.”

a/n: i have never responded to an ask so quickly… what does this say about me and my blog. 🫥

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Hey can I get this (pussy drunk boy request) but with diluc, ayato( and baizhu if you write for him)

HELL YEAH I'LL WRITE FOR BAIZHU

this is kinda different from the original request but I at least kept the "addicted to the reader's pussy" concept lolol. this was so hard to write but I'm content with how it turned out 😭

(warnings are color coded for each character/scenario)

★ warnings: nsfw/smut, Diluc is horny and doesn't know boundaries, ooc/indifferent Ayato (he gets soft later), neglect, slight jealousy, sex pollen, lots of creampie 🤤

[Diluc] ♡

When Diluc first found you, you were a slave, imprisoned by a Fatui Agent.

The sight of you in chains, wearing nothing but a tattered shirt with fear evident in your eyes drove him to a rage and he killed the agent in an instant.

He took you in after that and made you one of his maids.

You were indebted to him and needed to show your gratitude in any way possible. So you'd always ask if there was anything else you could assist with despite finishing all your duties.

Diluc thought it was kinda cute but he couldn't ask for too much from you.

One day however, he arrived back at the mansion late at night. He was exhausted from being out all day so he was looking forward to being in his comfy bed and getting some sleep.

There was barely anyone else awake so when he opened the door to his master bedroom, he was shocked to see you sitting on the edge of his bed while reading a book.

You notice his presence and look up with a happy smile. "Ah, master Diluc you're back. I was starting to get worried..."

Diluc just stands there silently as his eyes roamed your body. What were you doing in here? And your nightdress...it hugged your body and curves in just the right places, and in Diluc's drowsy state, the sight of your soft body was making his head spin.

You smile shyly at his staring before placing the book aside and shuffling your legs together. "U-um...master Diluc, if you'd like, maybe I could service you in a different way tonight..."

Your voice was sweet and Diluc found himself breathing a little heavier than before. He slowly shuts the door before walking over and shrugging his coat off.

You look up excitedly like a puppy whose owner finally just came home before he reaches out to gently grab your chin.

He wipes your bottom lip with his thumb. "Undress."

You were such a good girl, always thinking about him. So tonight he was going to reward you.

When he enters inside you, it feels like your pussy was fucking made for him.

His hips remain close to yours as slowly thrusts and he watches your face while hovering above you. You're softly whimpering and scratching down his back and he wonders where you've been his whole life.

The rest of the night is filled with nothing but slow and soft sex.

After that day, Diluc's libido spiraled out of control.

He was continuously fucking you any chance he could get. even if you were cleaning around the mansion, or cooking in the kitchen, or hanging the laundry outside in broad daylight.

Your body is just so fucking soft compared to his calloused hands and toned muscles that he can't keep his hands off of you. He's always squeezing your flesh and kissing your lips hungrily, wanting to feel your warmth and velvety walls around him once more.

But eventually you got tired of it.

"enough Diluc! Stop it!" You exclaim in annoyance before pushing him away.

He was once again trying to get under your skirt while you were dusting the paintings.

He backs away slightly in shock, his eyes wide open and he looks like a confused and hurt puppy.

"you're always trying to have sex no matter where we are! We almost got caught that one time outside and the other maids are starting to spread rumors about me..." You explain in a sad tone.

Diluc silently listens before his heart drops from your next sentence.

"so no more! Now leave me alone!" You huff before turning to walk away.

Diluc's eyes are wide before he swiftly takes action. Before you could take another step, he grabs your arm and pulls you back, earning a surprised yelp from you.

"w-what are you doing-?! mmph!" Your words are cut off by his lips and soon after, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder.

Your face flushes red before you panic. "D-Diluc stop! Put me down!"

He doesn't answer you and only makes his way to the bedroom. So you've decided to be disobedient now huh? What happened to that sweet and compliant girl he used to know?

Oh well. Guess he'll just have to teach you how to obey your master again.

[Ayato] ♡

When the idea of an arranged marriage was proposed to Ayato, he didn't really know how to feel about it.

But hey, if it was beneficial to the clan he won't argue about it.

The first time you two met was on the day of the wedding. But after the vows, Ayato quietly slipped away from your side to converse with the guests.

If he was being entirely honest, he wasn't really interested in you. You were just something to help make his image look better.

After the wedding, ayato ignored you often. He would sometimes greet you in the morning before heading out to work for most of the day.

And he would always return at an extremely late hour and you'd either be asleep or he'd be too exhausted for small talk and would head straight to bed.

It made you sad. But you did your best to hopefully get his attention. You tried cooking him his favorite dishes and even woke up early in the morning to help dress him for the day.

But despite your best efforts, he showed no signs of interest.

You grew depressed and spent most of your time sitting outside on the balcony and staring off into the distance. until one day, a voice called out to you.

"hello there."

Looking up in surprise, you recognize the man standing before you. "O-oh, Mr Thoma."

He laughs. "No need to be so formal. You can just call me Thoma."

You smile slightly and nod. "O-okay."

He takes a seat beside you before talking. "I couldn't help but notice your gloomy expression. Is everything okay?"

You fiddle with your hands shyly and look away. "O-oh um..well, I just...miss my husband is all."

Thoma chuckles. "Oh yes, my Lord can be pretty busy sometimes."

Your eyes turn sad until Thoma stands up with a warm smile. "How about I go make us some tea?"

"o-oh, that'd be great, thank you," you quickly reply before he nods and leaves.

You go back to staring into space but what you didn't realize was that Ayato had actually come back home early today. And he just so happened to witness that conversation you had with Thoma.

He stares at where you were sitting at before gripping his coat. Seeing you talk with another man other than him didn't sit right with him. Did you forget who you're married to?

So later that night, he decides to ask you about it.

You're busy laying the plates out for dinner on the table until Ayato's smooth voice startles you.

"so..what did you and Thoma talk about earlier today?"

"h-huh?" You whip your head around in shock.

Ayato meets your eyes briefly while taking his clothes off to change into a kimono.

You quickly look away nervously, a hot blush overtaking your face. He's never been interested in what you've been up to. "U-um, we just..h-he offered to make me tea."

"oh. I see," after changing, ayato makes his way over before leaning over your shoulder, catching you by surprise.

Your body turns stiff as Ayato examines the food. "looks good."

"t-thank you," you mumble quietly before he looks over to inspect your face.

Your eyes widen and you back away subconsciously until he grabs your chin.

Were you always this pretty? Your skin looked so fair and smooth... He reaches out to stroke your cheek with his fingers, causing your eyes to flutter shut.

You meet his eyes meekly before shakily caressing his hand. Ayato's heart pounds from it until his eyes drift down to your body.

That's right. You've been patiently waiting for him every day at home, like a good wife. And you've been serving him without complaint despite his cold demeanor toward you.

His eyes soften and for the first time since your wedding day, he leans forward and kisses you. You're absolutely stunned but soon melt into it.

Now you're naked for his eyes and underneath him on the bed, shyly waiting for his next move. When he finally buries himself inside, a breathy gasp leaves his lips and he has to regain himself before continuing.

Oh, what has he been missing out on?

It felt like he was in heaven. He was in absolute bliss as he focused on your cute and adorable little whimpers and moans.

Such a shy, pretty little wife. Ayato was such a lucky man to be married to you. He just didn't see it before.

And ever since that night, he began worshipping you.

Every morning before he heads out to work, you'll groggily wake up from a tingling sensation in your lower belly and when look down to see what's causing it, you spot your husband's head between your legs.

He glances over with a warm expression, his lips glistening in your juices. "sorry love, did I wake you up?"

He'll urge you back to sleep, saying that all he wanted was to taste you before leaving for work.

But of course he'll always make sure you cum. He loves watching you come undone before you slip back to unconsciousness.

Sometimes he'll bring you to work too just so you can cockwarm him while he does the paperwork at his desk <3

And if someone decides to walk in with news or more documents, if Ayato notices them staring at you a little too much, he'll bounce his knee, earning a stifled moan from you.

It's silent and your face glows red from what just happened before the person quietly leaves. Ayato just chuckles while stroking your hair since you buried your face in his shoulder.

"sorry darling but that reaction really was too cute~"

[Baizhu] ♡

You were hired as Qiqi's babysitter when Baizhu needed to go out and do errands and such.

And Qiqi just adored you! She loved playing with you and would always ask you to come back soon whenever you had to leave.

But one day, you became sick from a mysterious illness.

At first you thought it was a cold but as more time passed, your body began to overheat and the tingle in your belly could only be relieved rubbing your legs together. But only slightly.

When you didn't come to babysit Qiqi, explaining that you were sick, Baizhu rushed over to your place right away.

You tried telling him that it was nothing to worry about and all you needed was some rest, but Baizhu insisted.

"I'm a doctor y/n. You have to trust me. I can help you feel better. And Qiqi was so worried about you, she demanded I come and see you." He chuckles.

So you agreed and let him in before he started his diagnosis.

He asked the usual questions like 'how do you feel', and 'how long has this been going on'.

You answered all his questions but Baizhu noticed there was something you kept doing. You were rubbing your legs together the entire time.

He points it out, catching you by surprise. "Y/n, if you don't mind me asking, why do you keep rubbing your legs together?"

You stammer your reply. "O-oh, it helps."

A mischievous glint appears in his eyes as he smiles. "Is that so?"

Now he knew what the problem was.

He looks back down at his papers before continuing. "Y/n were you ever perhaps exposed to a certain plant outside of the city?"

You give it some thought before nodding shyly. You didn't tell Baizhu about this when it first happened but sometimes Qiqi likes to go out exploring and of course you go with her.

Now you wouldn't consider yourself an adventurer so when Qiqi spotted something up ahead that caught her eye and ran off, you tried following before tripping and rolling down the hill.

You ended up landing in a bunch of peculiar plants that burst out some sort of pollen and coated you in it.

You groan while sitting up before spotting Qiqi at the top with a concerned expression. "Y/n? Are you okay?"

You laughed it off and reassured her you were fine cause at the time, you didn't feel any different but after a few days passed, symptoms started appearing.

Baizhu chuckles at the whole story once you finished and you couldn't help but feel slightly embarassed.

"so that's what happened. Well, now that you've told me everything, I think I know how to cure you," He smirks before approaching you.

"can you take your pants off for me, y/n?"

Your face instantly explodes red. "W-what?!"

"I need to confirm something," He states blankly like this was obvious.

You look away nervously but lean back and agree since you wanted to be cured already. He was a doctor so of course you could trust him...

Baizhu watches intensely as you drag your pants down before smiling when your soaked panties are revealed to his eyes.

"I knew it," he murmurs softly before reaching out to your clit.

You squeak and stammer. "H-hey! A-ah-"

Your words trails off into a shaky mewl when pleasure jolts up your spine and you throw your head back.

Baizhu smiles while watching. "This is the best medicine y/n."

After granting you one orgasm, Baizhu stood up before unbuckling his pants with a smile and sighed. "This is going to take a while..."

Once he slides in, his eyes flutter shut and he lets out a shaky sigh. You felt absolutely heavenly.

But he doesn't get to relish your gummy walls for long since you start whining for him to fuck you already.

The rest of the day is spent with sex since your libido couldn't be quenched.

You just kept begging for more and more and more and who was Baizhu to deny? After all, you are his prized babysitter.

He came inside you loads of time that it began to flood out of you whenever he slipped his cock back inside. Baizhu's going to have to remember to give you the pill later.

The endless rounds were starting to wear him out but you just kept going like you had endless stamina.

He grew addicted to the way your walls milked him. At some point, he just sat on the couch with his head thrown back while you rode him, releasing inside with a low groan each time you came around his cock.

It felt like forever before you finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

The next day you were cured!

And now whenever you come to babysit, Baizhu always keeps a small bottle of that pollen to use whenever he wants to feel you milking his cock again ♡

10:00 PM

You had agreed to meet him in your dorm room at 10 p.m.

It's half-past eight, and you've been alone with your thoughts for far too long. There were no messages, not even from your friends. Of course, it's not because they dislike you. Everyone is just too preoccupied with final exams right now. You should probably study for yours, but you believe the three days you've spent cooped up in your room have prepared you enough, if not too much.

The internet connection in the dorm building is agonizingly slow, allowing your show to run at 480 frames per second.

I can’t even finish this god damned episode.

You made the decision to leave your room before going insane. There’s a lounge on the second floor of your building, so you decided to head there.

The room has bean bags, couches, a table, some seats, a vending machine, and a TV. It's nine in the evening, you've had your dinner, so you've settled on some chips. You chose to sit on the brown leather couch in front of the TV, your legs resting on the sofa's arms. Because students aren't allowed to change the channel, you're stuck watching the news.

Well, it’s not like I have anything better to do.

A couple of minutes later, two students enter the room. They're giggling all the way to the table, their arms locked. You give them a quick glance before averting your gaze to avoid drawing unwanted attention to yourself. You return your gaze to the television and see a man being arrested for drug use in a bar's staff room.

Soon enough, the giggles become too loud, interfering with your ability to watch in peace.

Can’t they fucking do this someplace else?

You glance at the couple and see them eating each other’s faces out. But instead of being more frustrated, your mind wanders over a certain boy.

The two of you had no label for whatever you two had. Just people who are more than friends but less than lovers. It's not like you were keeping it from everyone or your friends. You had just agreed to keep it that way. The reason for so, though, was uncertain. Perhaps out of fear? Fear of what others would say, or fear that if you made it known to everyone and things went bad, it would be absolutely embarrassing. But maybe you both just wanted each other for yourself. Who knows.

He isn't unpopular. Girls are definitely lining up for him. When he gets tired of you, it won't be long before there's a replacement for you right by his side. The most daunting aspect of it all is that you already have a female candidate in mind for the position. She's been suspicious of you both ever since she saw you holding hands in a café. She's also very attractive. And smart. And incredibly fucking kind. That is the most upsetting aspect of it all. She’s a sweet girl. She’s known him since freshman year and developed a much-too-obvious crush on him.

You admit that in some aspects, she’s definitely better than you.

Hell, if I were him, I’d choose her.

So tonight, you think. Think of where he is. Is she there by his side, as she should be? Is he entertaining her? Is she making him happy? These awful thoughts linger in your mind for the remainder of your stay in the dorm lounge, with the TV playing in the background and the giggles of that damned couple who prompted this dilemma.

Fuck, it’s quarter to ten. I’m gonna be late.

And so he runs.

He’s been at the bar since 5. As a reward for finishing the exam, a group of his classmates invited everyone out for a drink. Mr. Congeniality that he is, he gladly joins in. The girl he’s known since freshman year sticks by his side. She’s nice, he thinks. However, a distinct image of someone comes to mind. He glances at his watch, which reads 8:30 p.m.

To be honest, he's tired of it. The party, the people, and the beverages. All he can think about right now is leaving this bar and going back to their dorm. Eating take-out together, watching random Youtube videos on their bed, and keeping them close enough to smell that fresh coconut shampoo they use that he loves so much. But it would be too weird.

Because they aren't his significant other, arriving early would be too obvious. He clearly likes them more than he's letting on. But he's not sure how much longer he can go on like this. Clandestine meetings and longing gazes. He wants to walk around campus with them, post pictures of their dates, and let everyone know that he already belongs to someone else.

The bartender's yell snaps him out of his trance. He tries to approach the commotion to find out what's going on, leaving his spot and the girl behind. He stands on his toes as he sees one of his classmates being dragged out by the bouncers. Soon after, sirens and the all-too-familiar red and blue lights appear. He learns from others that the man who was just dragged out and is now being arrested was doing drugs in the staff room. Fucking moron. Now he really wants to go.

He goes outside to wait for a cab. But so is everyone else. And, being the gentleman that he is, he allows everyone to hail a cab first. Moments later, the girl who had been by his side earlier approaches him and asks if he wants to share a cab with her because they live close together. He refuses, claiming that he has someone waiting for him. Which is a lie, and in retrospect, a better option than where he is now.

Running.

Waiting for a cab made the time fly quickly, and now he was running late. He really doesn't want to let them down and make them feel unimportant. They were so far away from it. If they had texted him and he was on the other side of the world, he would immediately book a flight to meet them.

He calls them, hoping they'll understand that he'll be late. Unfortunately, he only gets a dial tone. He tries again and comes up short. He considers calling them again, but this may be too clingy of him.

So he keeps running until he sees that familiar building, which strangely makes him smile. In his mind, he laughs at how mundane things have become extraordinary simply because of them.

You are startled awake. Shit, I fell asleep. When you look at the time, it's five to ten. You make your way quickly out of the lounge, shaking your head as you pass the couple passed out by the bean bags. And, to make matters worse, the elevator is being repaired. As a result, you begin your journey by ascending several flights of stairs.

By the time you make it to your floor, you’re completely out of breath.

I probably look fucking insane right now.

You make your way to your room to prepare for a bit before he comes. However, the universe had other plans for you.

Just when you turned towards the hallway where your dorm is, he stood there, almost mirroring your condition. He's heaving, his hair is stuck to his brow, and his hands are on his knees.

You take a few tentative steps forward. He looks up, sees you, and smiles. You do the same and ask as to why he looks tired.

"I- uh, used the stairs because your elevator wasn't working," he says, not making eye contact with you, which usually means he's lying. But you remain silent and hum in agreement.

You nod towards your door, inviting him to enter and follow you.

If I told them I ran from the bar, I’m actually fucked. Whipped son of a bitch.

He follows them in and heads straight for their bed. He believes that this bed is softer than the expensive one he has at home and that it must feel like a cloud.

Like routine, they head to the bathroom to freshen up, and he looks for a shirt of his in their drawer. While waiting, he sets up the movie and orders some food.

They emerge from the bathroom, and he believes it would be fine if he died right now. He doesn't mind if he ends up in hell because he's already seen an angel.

They settle in the bed, with him enclosing them in their arms.

“How was your day?” He asks, trying to beat the awkward silence.

“It was alright. I was busy all night studying.”

“Well, if you don’t mind me asking.. Uh, where did you come from when I saw you in the hallway?”

Their eyes seem to widen a bit as if caught in the act. “Oh, I just gave my friend my notes at the lobby.”

With no energy to pry further, he nods and moves to turn the movie volume up.

As the credits roll, you turn your head to face the body that is enclosing yours. He's fast asleep with his arm around your waist.

You admire him in this way, but you think it's too domestic. But you'd give anything to sleep every night and wake up to this every morning. But you know all too well that by the time the sun rises, like clockwork, he will rise and move so as not to wake you, but you always are.

With eyes closed, you silently beg for him not to go, and just this once, to stay. To hear him say he feels the same way you do and that all your doubts were just you rationalizing.

He is jolted awake by that familiar alarm. He carefully gets out of bed and never forgets the part of his routine of looking at you asleep, a picture that will stay with him all day. He notices the polaroid picture of you two on the night you met as he grabs his shirt from the top of your drawer. As he gazes out the window, he decides to be brave and make an exception today.

He returns beside you, enveloping you in his arms and burying his head in your neck. And, ever so gently, he says,

“Just tell me you love me already. Please, please, please."