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Corruption of a soul
It was another evening like this.
Alone on the couch, your phone in your hand, some tea beside you, next to it a plate with some snacks, music playing on your headphones, you snuggled into your favorite pair of short and a hoodie (weird combo, you are fully aware).
It probably was quiet, you wouldn’t have known, with your music playing loud phonk music through your headphones. The bass vibrating in your brain and the constant tones numbing whatever thought there could have been.
Another evening you would simply call calm and comfortable.
Kaeya was out partying again with his friends, you were sure he would not come home again this night, probably with another girl or man. He would text you if he would stay somewhere else. That was one of your agreements.
If he was to spend the night somewhere else, he would have to text you with who and where. Not because you wanted to know where and with who he was spending the night so you could be jealous or anything, but because you were worried about him. The first few times he spend the night somewhere else you became nervous and thought he was getting kidnapped, so you called him.
Turns out he was in the middle of something and you cockblocked him. Twice.
Not that you were regretful about it, whenever he brought people here he was anything but quiet. The different sounds and the different names that were called through that night kept you awake so that when the sun did finally rise and they finally stopped, you were close to throwing both out.
And that is how your second agreement was formed. Do not in any case, bring one-night-stands home.
You gave the time a quick glance and frowned. Two a.m. He should have texted you about now, he tends to do so around one to two a.m. but here you were, without message.
You dismissed your small bit of worry and simply focused back on your book. It was only getting interesting now. Slow-burn, enemies to lovers, hurt comfort and a heavy heap of smut. The pair was about to finally kiss for the first time and you have been awaiting this moment since the day you started reading, which was yesterday.
Chapter eleven. It was always chapter eleven with this author.
Talented, good at pacing, not native in English but still very good and articulate, good grammar, and the characters actually have depth for once. Something very rare to see a cannon character and not the weird fanon version that people tend to make up to they fit their fantasies.
No shame in wanting a character to be a certain way, but if the characters main characteristic is literally being arrogant and sly, it should stay that way. They should not be shaped into a small bean that basically has no character.
You sighed and skipped a song, and as it slowly got louder you heard the door slam shut. Startled you took your headphones off, turning towards the door. “Kaeya?” you called out and the tall man came into view.
He was wearing his usual party outfit, a dark shirt that fit his slender form perfect, with a few buttons opened up, showing of his toned chest. His blue hair was tied into a bun, he tends to tie it into a ponytail when going out. He says that people like his neck and you had to agree, for a neck it was rather pretty.
He wore fitting dark pants, a pair of doc martens and a leather jacket. Earrings and piercings, the tattoo that was on his neck all the way to his shoulder very visible. On his hands were a few rings, highlighting his long and slender fingers. The necklace around his neck fit perfectly into the opened part of his shirt.
He never took it off. An heirloom from his late father Crepus. You tend to think it’s the only thing that makes him feel like he actually belongs to the family, since Diluc very audibly and visibly dislikes his brother.
You were lucky, an only child that never got to know her parents. You grew up at your aunts, but you also never have craved for parents. Your aunt was enough and even now, you never felt like you needed your parents. They were simply strangers to you.
“Good morning love. What’re you doing awake?” he asks, walking into the living room, his eyes focusing on your phone. “Reading again? What is it that you read anyways?” He tries to snatch your phone out of your hand, but you quickly pull away, shutting it off.
“Okay, that is a very suspicious reaction” he notes, a smirk forming on his lips. You fully understood why the ladies and the men and basically everybody fell for him to easily. He has been blessed with the best combination of genetics. Blue curly hair, a slender, tall and muscular build, hands that were made to hold, blue charming eyes with thick eyelashes, full lips and a big nose. His skin was tan and smooth and you wondered if it tasted the same way it smelled.
Like fruit and that expensive perfume he keeps using.
“You reading something I should not see? What is it, smut? Watt pad or ao3? Ya know, I pay for our internet, I could simply look for it”
You rolled your eyes at him and shook your head. “That would just be creepy” you returned and he chuckled. He moved to sit down next to you on the couch, grabbing you mug to take a few swigs. Afterwards he grabs a cookie and bit into it, leaning back into the couch.
“So it is smut. Good to know a virgin like you won’t be that clueless when it does finally happen”
You have him an audibly offended gasp and slapped his shoulder gently. “Who said I was a virgin?” you returned, earning a loud laugh. He held his hand before his mouth and tears were forming in his eyes.
Was it really that funny? It simply has not happened yet, and you weren’t rushing it anyways, not like you planned on finding a boyfriends or anything until you were done with your studies, and he knew that.
“Okay, so who and when did you do it with, hm? Seems like it was when I was out of house, since I heard nothing from you yet” he teased and moved closer, the herby smell of his perfume wafting into your direction.
You frowned deeply and turned away from him, switching your phone back on. “At least I am not a manwhore like you” you returned, instantly regretting what you said. You did not judge him for having fun. Everybody could do whatever he wanted, but never having a partner before was a sensitive topic with you.
You told him before that it made you feel unwanted, like you weren’t desirable enough. Like there were simply no qualities about you that could be liked or could be seen in a romantic way. Most people you knew only thought of you as a friends and would never think of you in any other way.
You heard Kaeya sigh and soon felt him lean against you with his back. When you turned to him you saw that he was looking at you, his expression still amused. “A manwhore? That’s something new. Did you get that from your little smut stories?” he joked and you groaned in annoyance.
“Dude, it’s literally normal that I have not had sex yet. And I am not searching for it either”
“Well, you kind of have to if you want to do it” he shot back and you raised your eyebrow. “A partner won’t just suddenly fall out of the sky into your lap and you finally get to do it. You gotta put yourself out there, show ‘em what you got” He turned towards you and scanned you with his eyes. “And you certainly have something”
You gave him an empty laugh and shook your head. “I already put myself out there, nobody wanted me, so now I am focusing on my studies” you returned, not wanting to continue this conversation, but then a thought came into your mind. “How did you know anyways? That I am a virgin, I mean”
Just because you never had a partner - which is all he knew - doesn’t mean you never had sex before. Well then again, he probably knew you weren’t one to do one-night-stands anyways.
Not to mention you knew your body best. It was all you needed. For now.
Kaeya looked at you for a few seconds before shrugging. “Well, first of all you never go out and you never had a boyfriends before and I know for a fact that you do would not just fuck a stranger and move on. Second of all, you literally get flustered anytime I bring up one of my nights or what I wanna try. Last but not least, you simply look like one”
You frowned again. “I look like one?” you asked.
Kaeya nodded, giving you a quick once over. “Virgins simply have this vibe they all share that just screams virgin right into your face. And you have that vibe. Mixed with you clothing choice, of course” What he said barely made sense, there was no way you had a vibe about you that signaled everybody that you are a virgin.
But somehow it also sounded true.
“Hey, don’t worry. I could take you with me once to the club and hook you up. I know plenty of people who are looking for something stable and long” he suggested, but you were not able to return anything. You simply sighed and fell to the side, continuing reading the fanfic.
Kaeya sighed deeply next to you and you knew he was looking at you, but you simply ignored him. What kind of suggestion is that anyways? He knew you weren’t that extroverted and you preferred it this way anyways! From the things you have heard relationships are simply time-consuming and need to be tended too. The probable heartbreak that is connected to them also would simply be annoying, you did not need that in your life. For now all you had to do is concentrate on your studies, get through college with the best possible GPA and then get a stable job. Maybe then you’ll be able to get a partner, but not now.
Suddenly your phone was ripped out of you hand and you jerked up, watching helplessly as Kaeya read the lines on your screen. A surprised smile formed on his lips and he turned to you with big eyes. “Y/N! This is not what I expected at all” he says in a giddy tone. “I thought you would be reading fluff or something, but this is pretty hardcore, I mean, look at these tags!” He scrolled around on your phone and his surprised expression turned into an amused one.
“Bondage, enemies to lovers, smut, oral sex, multiple partners, public sex, rough sex, wow…” He turned to you and a sly grin formed on his face, alarm bells going off in your head. He stepped closer and caught your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look up at him.
“To think that a virgin reads these dirty little stories. Do you want to experience these things, hm? Dirty talk, being tied up and used, being overstimulated. I don’t think a virgin like you could handle it all”
You felt heat crawl up your face and you were sure that you were blushing hard. Flustered you tried to look away from him, but it was as if his eyes kept yours in their place, only making it possible to look at him. You were gripping the material of the couch. You probably weren’t breathing. You weren’t sure.
“Well, what do we do now…” he whispered in a low voice leaning in. His face was close to yours, you could now smell his own scent, sweet and light. He grabbed your hand and placed the phone back into your it, sitting down beside you, his hand on your thigh.
“Come on. Continue” he commanded and you looked at him. His hands felt warm on your skin. You were cursing yourself for deciding to wear shorts instead of comfy joggers, but here you are, goosebumps covering your skin and you knew he could feel it.
“Your hand…” you started, but he simply gave you an innocent look.
“What? It’s just laying there. No need to be nervous, just continue reading. If you can do that without breaking off, I’ll stop teasing you. But if you can’t…” He moved in closer and lowered his voice into a deep and dangerous tone. “Then I will teach you a few things…”
He let the words linger between you two, never fully elaborating on what he meant, but he didn’t need to. You were fully aware of what he meant. You stared at him for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. He simply returned your stare with an amused smirk.
Is this something you should be doing? Is this something you should even consider doing? He was your roommate and your best friend at that! Wouldn’t it be just wrong? Wouldn’t it be wrong to indulge in him, to finally give in to what you always wanted to know? What is would feel like? What he would feel like?
You had to admit, you always have been somewhat interesting in him. He was handsome, pretty, hot and a good person. Smart and educated, but still the life of the party. Not to mention from what you have heard until now, he knew what he was doing. A man that could send you into heaven with his hands and tongue, is what one of his many one-night-stands had told you before.
Of course something like that would have made you, a virgin with only theoretical experience, curious. It would have made anyone curious.
You swallowed harshly and turned to your phone. It felt like you leg was trembling. Your hands definitely were, it was hard to make out any words. You took a deep breath and tried to calm down so you could at least read something and get your mind off of whatever was happening right now, but Kaeya moved his hands higher. The tips of his fingers were now underneath your shorts, hot on your skin.
You turned to him to see that amused smirk was still on his face. “Come on, keep reading” he simply said and you turned back to your phone.
Were you actually fucking doing this? Reading heavy smut with his hands on your thigh, and it was actually turning you on? What the fuck was wrong with you? This was just him teasing you, you should not be reacting that way! This was simply him being him!
Whatever you tried to convince yourself with, this was not him just simply being himself. Sure, he dropped a few flirty comments here and there, to add to that your nickname ‘love’. He was also very handsy with you, he always has been.
But this simply felt different. This was different. He was actually trying to seduce you and you were falling for it so easily! Maybe you should have just taken that chance with that one guy in senior year that tried to do you before, then maybe you would not be so tense right now.
“What’s happening right now, huh? What are they doing?” he asked and you wish he hadn’t, because this book just skipped from fluffy first kiss to smutty first time. And the love interest was anything but dominant. “Come on, tell me. I wanna know what kind of stuff you read on a daily basis” Kaeya urged you and you swallowed again, trying to find your words.
“He’s uhm… he- he’s eating her… out” you finally said, earning a few centimeters up your thigh.
“Have you ever been eaten out before? Has anyone ever buried their tongue deep inside you before?” His dirty and sinful words rang through your head and you shyly shook your head. “Thought so” The amusement in his voice was as clear as the moon outside, shining right into the living room.
“Would you like to know what it feels like?”
You stopped, but did not look at him. The hand on your thigh was now t owing with the rim of your panties, tugging at it lightly. His hand had disappeared beneath your shorts and you could feel how his nails scraped against the skin just were your thigh and pelvis joined.
Fuck, you did want to know, but you still weren’t sure if this was the right thing to do. He was not one to be tied down and he said previously that he did not look for pa relationship, and he knew you, if you were to have a partner, would like to be in a long-term relationship.
He fucking knew that. He fucking knew, so why was he doing this? Did he want to hurt you in the end? Was that his intention? Is that what he wanted?
“Ya know, you already lost the bet” he murmured, his hand stroking the inside of your thigh. It left a prickly feeling in your skin.
You should not be doing this, you should not be doing this, you should not be doing this, you should not-
“I know” you heard yourself say. The smirk that spread on his face screamed danger and sin, and before you could react, he already moved so climb on top of you. You felt him press his clothed erection against your middle. He was hard, the budge very apparent. He pressed his chest against yours and you could only pray that he did not feel how quickly your heart was beating. His hair was falling into his face, stroking your face slightly. Soft and smelling like fruit.
“Are you sure? I’ll stop if you want me to”
“It’s too late to turn back now, is it now?”
“I still want to know if you want this. If you are simply doing this to get rid of your virginity-“
Before he could finish his sentence you grabbed his head and smashed your lips into his. He gave off a surprised noise, but quickly returned your kiss. You did not know what do to, you never have even had a real kiss before. So you tried to do it how you always have read how it is done.
You tried to match his speed and rhythm, your hands clasped behind his neck, pulling him closer.
It did not feel like the first kissed you always read about. It felt sloppy and wet, maybe even uncomfortable. When Kaeya pulled back he had a grin on his face. “You suck at this” he simply said and you gave him a dark look.
“Not like I had anyone to practice with” you returned, earning a slight chuckle. “True that” he returned, placing his hand on your cheek. His thumb stroked your bottom lip, pulling it down a bit.
“Well, I did say I would teach you” he said, pushing his thumb into your opened mouth. He rubbed his against your tongue, coating it in your spit. “The mouth as sensitive spots, just like the rest of your body” he started, pressing against your palate. You choked slight and he pulled back, pressing his thumb against your tongue again. “Pressing them or brushing against them feels good, especially when kissing”
Tongue? Already? You barely know how to kiss normally, and now he wanted to kiss with tongue?!
“Kaeya…” you started, but he cut you off by pressing his lips against yours again. You hummed in annoyance, but let it happen. Although you did not know what to do, his lips felt lice on yours. Soft and gentle, but still demanding for you to return the kiss.
You tried, this time listening to your instincts, but it didn’t really work. Kaeya pulled back again, sighing deeply. “Go slowly. We aren’t under time pressure. Just try to match what I am doing and go… slow” He lowered himself again, kissing your lips gently. His hands cupped your cheeks just as gentle. You tried your best to copy was he was doing and before you knew it, you fell into a steady rhythm.
You have listened to nsfw audios before, but the sound of kissing was very different. Maybe you weren’t even actually hearing it, the feeling of his hand wandered around your side numbing whatever else could be going on.
You hummed into the kiss as he slipped his hand underneath your shirt, continuously brushing his fingertips against your side. “You like that? Hm?” he asked once he pulled back again. You weren’t able to react fully before he returned back to your lips, this time a bit stronger.
He pressed his lips against yours, turning the previously so innocent kiss into a sloppy make-out session. You felt his tongue glide along your lips and you opened your mouth out of instinct. He quickly slipped his tongue inside your mouth, licking into it.
His tongue was wet and big, you could taste the lingering aroma of the alcohol he must have drank today. It was bitter and rough. You normally disliked the taste of alcohol, the lingering bitterness and the effects it had on you creeping you out, but somehow it became addicting like this. You wanted to taste him more, taste his tongue, his lips, just everything.
He was gentle. He wasn’t like your first kiss, who just pushed his tongue down your throat. He licked into your mouth, feeling around carefully, finding the spots you liked. He would break the kiss to let you take breaths. His hands were beneath your shirt, careful not to go too high or too low, drawing small circles on your skin.
He whispered small praises in the breaks, telling you that you were doing great, before returning to your lips. You were sure that they were swollen by now and when he pulled away once again, a string of salvia was connecting you two.
“You learn quickly” he smiled and you returned it shyly. He was so fucking close to you and if you hadn’t just kissed him, you would have been absolutely fucking embarrassed.
“There is a reason why I am top of my class” you quipped, enticing a laugh. He put his head on your shoulder, laughter shaking his body.
“I guess so, smartass” Suddenly his hands moved further up, slightly pushing your shirt up. “No bra? Quite dangerous, isn’t it?”
You swallowed thickly, relishing in the feeling of his warm and soft hands on your skin, teasing you by slightly brushing his fingertips against the underside of your tit. It was normal for you to not wear one when home, they were simply suffocating, but it also meant that there was nothing separating his hands from your chest. You didn’t even know if you would feel something if he touched them, but you still felt nervous.
Again, not the first time someone would have touched your chest, but that guy was an absolute mess, way to harsh and you just felt nothing back then.
It probably would different with him. His kiss already made you feel squirmish and made you press your thighs together, so what would his hands do? Those slender and long fingers, brushing against most sensitive spots you did not even know you had.
“Be gentle, please” you pleaded and he huffed, lowering himself to kiss your jaw. He placed a line of tender kisses along your jawline, reaching yo your cheek and ear. “I’ll always be gentle with you, darling” he whispered into your ear, his deep and dark voice ringing in your mind. His words were sultry and when he grabbed the rim of your shirt and started to slowly pull it up and the cold air his your skin, you suddenly were way to aware of your body.
Your probably looked way different than the people he normally is around. You did not work out and normally kept to your room, working tirelessly on your studies, only coming out to basic tasks like hygiene and eating. It was visible on your body. A few scars here and there. Stretch marks. Body fat.
You were so different to the girls he normally brought home. This probably was an act out of pity. Never before did he ever say he wanted to do this. Never before has he looked at you this way. He was pitying you, and was thinking he was doing a service.
The shirt was over your head and thrown into a corner. Kaeya let his hands wander over your body, over every single ridge and crevice, his hands caressing every spot he could reach. It felt good, but you could not stop your own thoughts, wondering what he must think about you, looking like this. It was hard to believe a man like him, who could literally have everybody, was doing this to you out of his own free-will.
Apparently the insecurity was visible on your face, since he stopped his hands to cupped your cheek. “What are you worrying about?” he asked softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek.
You swallowed, unsure of if you should tell him about your idiotic insecurities, or if you should just remain quiet so that you don’t say anything stupid.
“It’s just…” You broke off, biting the inside of your cheek. “I look so different to the girls you normally take home” Your voice was quiet as you said this, avoiding his gaze. “If you are simply doing this out of pity, then you should stop now…”
You felt how he removed his hands from you, sitting up. He was heavy on you, but not too heavy. You could not bear to look him in the eyes. Bare in front of him, your tits out, your arms covering them the best you could. All you wanted to do was to crawl into a ball, a blanket over you, so that nobody would ever see you again.
Suddenly he moved again. He grabbed you hand, removing your arm from your chest. You shivered and turned to him with a confused look. He had a dark look on his face, his normally dark blue eyes black, his expression unbreakable. He took your hand and lifted it to his mouth, kissing the palm gently.
“I don’t do pity-fucks. If I fuck someone, then it is because I want them. Them and their body. So tell me, darling“ He led your hand lower, from his mouth, along his chest, all the way down to his crotch. You could feel his hard erection underneath your hand. He pressed it harder into his bulge, releasing a breathy exhale. “Do you really think I am doing this out of pity?”
His voice was deep and dark, his eyes dripping with desire. Desire for you.
You swallowed thickly and removed your arm from your chest, moving it up to cup his cheek. “No” you whispered, pulling him closer. You gently placed your lips on his, kissing him deeply. He sighed into the kiss, his hands finding your back.
“I really fucking want you right now” he breathed, sending shivers straight to your core. You smirked and fell back onto your back, pulling him with you.
“Then go on” you shot back in a sudden fit of confidence. He grinned, placing kisses down your neck. His hands slowly wandered up your torso, making you impatient. You squirmed beneath him, accidentally rubbing against his clothes erection. He softly moaned into your ear, his hands twitching.
“Don’t do that. I want to make you come first. Once on my fingers, once on my tongue and then once on my dick” His words made you feel wet between your thighs and the anticipation was killing you. All the lingering nervousness disappeared once his hand cupped your one tit, squeezing it gently. His finger flicked your nipple and you jerked in response, whining quietly.
You were definitely feeling something. You did not know how it actually felt, it was like an zap that went straight through your body. He palmed your left tit, pinching your nipple and rolling it between his index and thumb. You moaned softly, moving against him.
It felt pretty good, you had to admit. Previously whenever you touched your chest yourself and played with it, you felt nothing. But this. Fuck, this was so different. He was precise with every single one of his movements. He knew what to do so he could get a noise out of you.
And every single bit of worry you had vanished when he latched his mouth into your nipple, sucking gently. You moaned again, pressing your thighs together. The sound of your moans only seemed to motivate him. He used his other hand to massage your other tit, rolling the sensitive bud in between his fingers. He moved his tongue against your nipple, catching it between his teeth and slightly tugging at it. You hand grabbed his arm gently, digging your fingernails into his soft skin.
He groaned at the feeling, pulling back slightly. "Oh, you are so into this..." he smirked, blowing air against your erect nipple. The air hit your wet skin and send shivers down your spine. "If only you could see yourself right now. So sensitive and such a mess" He kissed a trail from your one nipple to your other one, rolling his tongue against it. His other hand kept tugging at your other nipple and you could have sworn that never in your life you have been so turned on.
On your own things like this went by rather quickly. You would undress your lower-half and put one a porno or some audios, think of a scenario and then just go at it. It normally only takes a few minutes. But never have you felt like this. Your mind a daze, mouth open, letting out noises you did not know you could make. His hands on you, warm and careful but still demanding. His lips around your nipple, his tongue flicking it. The feeling of it going right to your core, which was tightening with every single one of his movements.
His leg was between yours, pressing against your wet middle. You could feel his bulge against your thigh, rubbing it slightly. You wondered if it was painful, you always read that it was. But it did not seem to bother him. He was indulging himself with your chest, leaving red marks everywhere he could touch. His mouth and hands were relentless, giving you not a single break. When he did pull back again, admiring his work, both of your nipples hard and red, he licked his lips.
"You taste fucking amazing. But I really wasn't to taste you somewhere else"
You were fully aware of what he meant. With his hand wandering down to the hem of your shorts which were loosely tied around your hips, tugging at it gently. He was looking at you, waiting for you to give him your consent. His other hand wandered down to your thigh, stoking the inner side gently. He had pushed up the material of your shorts, he was way to close to your middle. "Have you ever touched yourself before?" he suddenly asks.
You swallowed thickly, nodding. Sure you have, even you have sexual needs. Kaeya groaned, his hand taking yours. "How do you do it then?" He slowly guided your hand down to your shorts, lifting it up just a bit. He leaned down to you, biting your earlobe. "Show me how you like it"
You hesitated. This was embarrassing. No one has ever seen your lower body bare before, except you. At least in a situation like this, it just never got to that. But you also already got this far, he sucked on your tits and made you so fucking wet. At this point there was nothing holding you back anymore.
You swallowed and spread your legs, slightly lifting your ass to pull down your shorts. Kaeya sucked in his breath, sitting down before you. "You are fucking soaked" he whispered, brushing a finger against your clothes slid. His finger was coated in your juices. He lifted it and liked it all up with his tongue, humming at the taste. "Fuck..." he groaned, ushering you to continue.
Your hands were shaking even more as you pulled down your panties, revealing your pussy. His eyes were so focused on it, you thought that it may have hypnotized him. His breath hitched and he bit his lower lip, his nails digging into the skin of your knee. He pushed your legs apart a bit more, your could feel yourself opening up. "Come on, how do you do it?" he asks again, looking back into your eyes. You swallowed thickly, slowly brushing a finger through your slit.
When you brushed against your clit you jerked, letting out a small breath. You were more sensitive than normal. Like the way he looked at you heightened your senses. Slowly you began to rub circles on your clit, furrowing your eyes together. It all felt so different. He was watching you, excitement in his eyes with a growing erection. You began to pick up your speed, soft moans escaping you. You imagined what it would feel like to have those slender fingers inside of you, brushing up against your sweet spot. He would know where it was. He was fully aware of it.
Unintentionally you started to rock your hips, grinding against your finger. Any shame you had was gone. This was pure lust. Lust for him and what he could do to you. And what he wanted to do to you. Without hesitation your moved your fingers lower, brushing up against your entrance. You heard him gasp as you slowly entered yourself, the squelching sound filled with sin. You pulled it back out, only to thrust it back in, holding it there as you slowly began to rock your hips.
You were quick on your clit, rubbing it quicker when you felt yourself tighten. The tension inside of you was about to burst, you would only need a few more seconds-
Suddenly you felt how he moved closer, his hands taking your hands away from yourself. You whined at the loss of the friction, but it quickly returned. This time hotter, wetter and more president.
His tongue swiped through your slit, flicking your clit. You jolted, burying your fingers in his hair. You tugged at it gently, but his tongue was relentless against your clit. He sucked it, his tongue flicking against the small pearl inside of his mouth. It was such a weird and intense feeling, that you did not know what to do with yourself. His hands held your thighs apart, his mouth fully buried in your cunt. When he looked down at you, you could see that he was blushing. Hard. His eyes were dark with desire and he was clearly enjoying this.
You moaned loudly and threw your head back when he flicked your clit again. The tension inside of you was so hot, like lava surging through your veins. "Fuck, Kaeya, I'm gonna come... wait..." you blurted out breathlessly, but he did not move away. Instead, he picked up the speed of his tongue, rubbing against your clit with more pressure. "I'm gonna come..."
You felt the tension inside of you snap and a wave of pleasure overran you, numbing all of your senses except feel. You could feel how he kept his mouth on your cunt, licking up every bit of your juices. You could feel how he kept brushing up against your swollen clit, making your whole body jerk. You rode out the pleasure on his tongue, grinding against it as you kept moaning.
He hummed into you when you finally where done, removing his mouth from your pussy. He crawled up to you and you could see that his lower face was covered in your juices. He liked his lips and cleaned his face with his hand, licking up basically everything he could find. "You taste so fucking good..." he groaned, placing a sloppy kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue, a natural taste, and normally you would have asked yourself what exactly tasted good about it, but now it was just like a fucking drug.
You liked into his mouth, brushing your tongue against his, pressing yourself against him, the fire inside of you reignited.
He hummed into the kiss, pulling away to take a breath. "You are pretty greedy when you loose your shame" he commented and you smirked.
"I just am a good student" you returned, placing a kiss on his neck. You licked up to his ear, biting down on his lobe. He hummed at the feeling, leaning into you. "So what is next, master?"
He pulled back, looking at you with dark eyes. "You are playing a loosing game, love" he whispered, brushing his finger against your nipple. You jerked against him, a surprised noise escaping you. He kept rolling your nipple between his fingers, watching you react with amusement.
"M- maybe I want t-to loose... mhmmm" you moaned, trying your best for your voice to sound stable. His amused face changed to one of desire and he removed his hand from your chest.
"You are making this pretty hard, smartass. You are making me contemplate if I should just skip the preparation phase and thrust into you, right now" he murmured, maybe it was supposed to be a threat, but it only turned you on more. You rubbed your pussy against his leg, begging for any kind of friction. "But I know that would hurt you, and a virgin would not be able to handle my cock just like that"
You snickered, giving him a raised eyebrow. "You that big?" you asked and he smirked, moving back down to your middle.
"Bigger"
Without warning he returned his mouth to your clit, but this time you felt how his finger entered you at the same time. You moaned at the feeling, arching your back. You could hear him chuckle against your clit, before he returns his tongue to it, flicking it quickly. He curled his finger inside of you, hitting a spot that made you absolutely loose it. Within seconds you turned into a moaning mess as he kept hitting that spot. His finger was way longer and a bit thicker than yours. You could feel it stir up your insides as you clamp down on it.
"You tried to reach this spot earlier, right?" he asked, lifting his mouth from your clit. His eyes were focused on your hole as you sucked his finger back in. "Well, it seems like only I can reach it" He looked back up to you, a wide smirk on his face. "No one will ever be able to fuck you like this..."
You felt him pull out, but before you could react he pushed a second finger inside, all the way to his knuckles. You tried your best to lower your voice so that your neighbors would not be upset, but it did not work. You kept moaning his name, rocking your on his fingers, meeting every thrust of his with your hips. You could feel his scissor his fingers inside of you, spreading your walls. This was more than you ever had inside of you. This reached deeper than anything you ever had inside of you.
His other hand was rubbing against your clit while his own frame kept your legs spread. Once more you could feel yourself tighten around him, the heat spreading through you once again. "Coming... again..." you moaned, digging your nails into the material of your couch. Suddenly his speed got slower. You looked to him with a disappointed and confused look, to see him grinning at you.
"My dick is bigger than these two. Do you think you could handle a third?"
Your eyes widened as you felt a third finger probe against your hole. You felt like you were already spread to the max currently, with only two finger inside of you, how would his dick fit then if it is bigger than this?
"I promised I'll be gentle, okay? It will only hurt for a bit" he promised you and you let your head fall back once more.
"Just be careful..." you said and felt how he pulled his fingers out of you. You clamped around nothing, waiting for the uncomfortable spread to appear. You felt how he slid his other finger through your slit, coating it in your own juices, before he went lower. You could feel how he pressed all three digits against your hole and you could feel how he slowly and carefully entered you.
There was a slight burn to it, but with the speed he was going at, you slowly could get used to it. You felt yourself spread around him, making place for his fingers. He kept rubbing your clit, sending pleasure through your body. The sound your pussy was making was obscene, a mix of squelching and sucking. When all three fingers were finally inside of you, you dared to breathe again. you felt so filled, you wondered what his dick would make you feel like. Would you be able to see it fuck into you? Would there be a bulge?
"Such a full pussy... you are clenching so hard around me that it's hard to move..." He moved up to you, slowly moving his fingers out of you. "Just try to relax. This will feel good soon"
You took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the feeling of his fingers rubbing your clit. Your insides were a mess and you could feel how his fingers moved inside of you, spreading your insides even more, brushing up against so many spots that you saw stars before your eyes. Soon the feeling of discomfort disappeared and the feeling of pleasure returned. Slowly you started to fuck yourself on his fingers, moving your hips up and down to grind on them.
The wet sounds your pussy was making only mixed with your own moans, mixing into a sound of pure pleasure. Kaeya kept fucking you with his fingers, watching where you hole met his fingers. He watched as juices spilled out of you and as your hole tightened around his fingers. He groaned when he felt you tighten around him and when that tension inside of you finally snapped, he felt how you contracted around him. He wanted to have his dick inside of you so bad.
You were soft and wet, spread open just for him. This was way better than what he could have imagined. He just tried to tease you, but for it to turn out like this? A fucking blessing to him. With his fingers buried inside of you as you keep moving your hips to thrust them inside of you yourself. With your face completely loose, high moans leaving your mouth loud and clear.
He felt his dick jump in his pants when he pulled his fingers out of you. They were coated in your juices, wet and slimy. He liked them clean, the taste of you only making him harder than normally possible. You were looking at him, big pupils, eyes and face filled with pleasure, a flush on your cheeks. You were in a daze, licking your lips hungrily.
This morning turned out to be the best he would ever have. Or maybe one of the best. Your tits out before him, perky nipples, opened and spread pussy in front of him, clenching around nothing in need. Mouth open, breath irregular, hair a mess.
"I want to fuck you so badly" he whispered, slowly opening his belt. You watched intensely as he did so, taking up every single one of his movements. He was slow with it, just to give you a small show. He pulled out his shirt and opened it further, taking it off. He could see your eyes widen at the sight of his body. He knew you always had liked it, you were simply too proud to admit it. He grabbed the condom out of his pocket before sliding his pants down, leaving him only in his underwear.
You swallowed at the sight of his clothed erection. It was big. Bigger than you had thought. You doubted it would fit, yet you really wanted to try it. You wanted to know what it would feel like, to have it inside of you, drilling into you so deep that it made you loose your mind.
He could see your eager stare and smirked. Yeah, he was above average. He is not one to brag about it - he wasn't in high school anymore - but he was bigger. Simple as that.
He palmed his erection, ripping the condom package open. You swallowed, propping your upper body up to get a better look. He smiled at your reaction, slowly removing his underwear. His erection slapped against his stomach and you gasped audibly. He chuckled, giving himself a few strokes. "You sure, darling?" he asks once more. Consent has always been something important to him, and especially since you were a virgin. This would be a lot for you, he was aware, but he also just wanted to finally be inside of you.
You swallowed gave him a stern look, spreading your legs again. He let out a shaky breath, putting the condom on his cock. He also pulled out the bottle of lube he normally kept in his pocket, just in case. He applied some to his hand and lathered himself and you up with it. You hummed when he stroked your clit, giving him a melting look. He crawled on top of you, placing soft kisses on your mouth. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?" You nodded and he lined himself up against your entrance.
Slowly he started to press against you, pushing his head in. He groaned at the feeling. You were tight, normal, and so fucking hot on the inside. You scrunched up your face, but didn't say anything, so he pushed further. He could feel your insides spread around him, squeezing around on him the further he went in. You dug your fingernails into his skin, telling him that it hurts. He stops and waits for your expression to soften before continuing.
Soon he bottomed out with a light thrust, your body jerking with him, your tits jiggling a bit. "How does it feel?" he asks you, holding your head by your cheeks.
"So fucking full..." you slur, pulling him into a kiss. Apparently you loved kissing, the feeling of his tongue against yours. You moaned into the kiss when he gave you a slight thrust. It still hurt, but you felt so fucking full. He reached deep inside of you, deeper than you thought he could go. It was an overwhelming feeling, you did not know what to do except hold onto him as he build up a pace, deep strokes, quick and gentle.
You heard him moan your name and he lifted himself up, holding onto your hips. He could see where his dick entered you, when he pulled out he could see how wet everything was. The lube only added to it, he slid in and out without issue. And it seems like you were enjoying it too. Your head thrown back, gripping the couch tightly until your knuckles turned wide, loud moans coming from you. His name, pleads, cries and whines. Everything he ever wanted to hear from you.
Fuck, you were so fucking sexy. So hot. He wanted to indulge in your body every day if that was possible. It felt so fucking good that he worried he would come before you.
He angled you so that he would be hitting that sweet and mushy spot inside of you. When he set a steady pace he could see how you completely lost it. You reached out for his hand, which he gladly entangled with yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze. Tears were prickling your eyes and blurring your vision and you gave off a cry when he hit that spot harder. His thrusts became harder and quicker, and you were unsure of the feeling that was building up inside of you.
Hot and rough, primal even, all over your body. The way he looked at you made you feel dizzy. It was hot in the room, you were sweating by now. He just seemed fine, no wonder, he has done this plenty. Suddenly he turned you around, so that you were laying on your stomach. He pulled you up by your throat and fucked up into you, reaching even deeper than before. His other hand pressed against your lower abdomen, where he could feel his dick going in and out of you.
You sniffed loudly and leaned into him, grasping for his hand. He placed feathery kisses on your neck and shoulder, tasting it gently. "You feel so good..." he moaned into your ear and you only moaned in response, unable to say anything. "So wet and open for me. I can feel you clench around me every time I hit that spot" To demonstrate he hit it again, your eyes rolling back.
"'S too much... I can't..." you said quietly, your voice nothing but a breath. He smirked and turned your head to place a deep kiss on your lips. He was drinking up every noise you made, taking it all while kissing you. You were barely able to respond, you mind made into mush. You weren't thinking, your mind had gone blank a long time ago. There was no energy left in your body as he fucked up into you. All you could do was feel the pleasure he gave you. Feel the way he kept thrusting deeply into you, not giving you a single break.
He gently let you fall back onto the couch and held you there, keeping his quick pace up. You were close, you could feel it, but you felt like you were unable to speak, your words interrupted by your own moans. "Oh fuck... Ka- Kaeya... gonna.... oh shit..."
He could barely understand the words, yet he knew what you meant anyways. Quickly he turned you on your back. He wanted to see your expression when you came on his cock, he wanted to see just what he made you feel. Not to mention that he also was close, his hips stuttering with every thrust. "It's okay..." he breathed, moving up to your face. "I want you to come on my cock"
You whined at his words. When he reached down to rub your clit your whole body jerked and he could feel you tighten even more around him. Your mouth was agape and a single tear flowed down the side of your face. A voiceless moan lingered in the air as you came hard. He felt you squeeze around him, your insides contracting strongly. It felt like you wanted to squeeze every bit of come out of him.
You saw white before your eyes, unable to do anything other than rock your hips with him, riding out your wave of pleasure. You squeezed his hand hard, the other one digging into the skin of his back. You were sure it would leave marks. You wanted it to leave marks.
Soon his hips started to stutter more and his thrusts became quicker, before he too came. You could see how the muscles on his stomach flexed. His mouth was slightly open and he looked at you deeply as he released a strained moan. He carefully pulled out of you, removing the condom before shooting a few strings of cum onto your stomach. He had a flush all over his body, a sex-flush. You also have read about this before, but seeing it was something else.
He fell on top of you, wrapping his arms around you. His breath was quick and it took a few moments until the both of you calmed down. You mind slowly started to clear up, but there still was not a single stable thought in your mind. Kaeya lifted himself up and placed a deep but gentle kiss on your lips. His hand lays softly on your cheek, as if he was afraid to break you. When he pulled, you just simply stared at each other, not saying a thing.
Actually, you had no idea what to say.
What you just had done still left a overwhelming feeling inside of you. And you felt empty. Like he left in imprint inside of you, only he could fill.
"I wanted to do this, for such a long time..." you then heard him say. Your eyes widened and you tried to say something, but he just shut you up with another kiss. Swiftly he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you bridal-style to your bathroom. Bless him for getting a bigger bathtub. Bless him for being rich.
He gently placed you down on the edge of the bathtub as he filled it up with hot water, adding a few oils to it. All the while you could only watch him work. Your words were stolen by him, whatever you wanted to say was not coming out.
He wanted to do this to you? Had he planned something like this all along? Why would he even want to do this to you? He never really dropped any hints. Maybe you also just did not pick up on them, since you always thought he was just a bit flirty. Maybe you just wrote off the signs as jokes.
He helped you step into the bathtub. As the hot water hit your skin, you shivered. Slowly you glided into the water, waiting for him to get in too. He sat down behind you, pulling you in to lean against him. For a moment the both of you were just quietly enjoying the moment. Your sore muscles were getting heated up and were relaxing. Your felt your mind get tired.
"Having sex is exhausting" you murmured. You could feel how his chest vibrated. He was chuckling at your words. His hands traced along your side, massaging your skin gently.
"It tends to be, but I also maybe over-did it a bit" He placed a gentle kiss on the back of your neck. "I just have longed for this for so long..."
You swallowed and took his hand, placing gentle kisses against his fingertips. "What do you mean by that? Did you always want to fuck me into exhaustion?" you returned jokingly, but this time you did not earn a chuckle of snicker.
No he went quiet, squeezing your hand tightly. "I wanted to be by your side" he answered and somehow you could not imagine him lying to you. Your heart jumped and you tried to look at him, but he forced you to look forwards. "I thought I was dropping clear hints, but it seemed like you were uninterested. So I gave up, got my mind of things. I tried not to think about you but..."
He sighed deeply. "Whenever I was about to do stuff, you just came up in my mind. It was so bad that sometimes I couldn't even get hard for others" Now he laughed, deep and empty. "It was driving me crazy. Even tonight. I could not think about anything else other than you, here at home, curled up, reading one of your stories"
Was this... was this a confession? Did he actually like you? Wait, hold on. This feels surreal to you. Like, he, Kaeya Alberich, the most wanted bachelor in all of Mondstadt, somebody who literally could get anybody he wanted, was confessing to... you?
"Are you... are you being serious?" you asked, your voice quiet and afraid. What if he was joking? What if he was just saying this so you could feel better about yourself?
Suddenly he spun you around, grabbing your chin to look at you. "I would never lie to you, darling. I don't think I ever would be able to. So let me say it clearly" He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you. "I like you" He placed a gentle kiss on your lips, caressing your cheek with his thumb. "And I want to become your lover" Another kiss, deeper and longer. "And I want to be by your side" The third kiss, even deeper and more intense.
He pressed himself against you, like he was afraid he would loose you. Without hesitation, you returned the kiss, putting your hands on his chest. You could feel his quick heart beat beneath your hands. He was nervous about this. He was fucking nervous. The Kaeya Alberich was fucking nervous while confessing to you!
Now if that wasn't a boost for your ego, then what was it.
You pulled back and smiled at him, raising your eyebrow. "I thought you weren't into long-term relationships" you argued, giving him a playful pout.
He rolled his eyes and smirked. "That was a stupid excuse. I actually am really into couple stuff. Especially with you" he returned and you chuckled.
"Then let's do couple stuff from now on, okay? Dates, walks, holding hands, all that corny stuff"
He smiled down at you, his face filled with pure joy. It lightened everything up about him. You loved his smile, it was addicting. Everything about him was addicting. He placed a passionate kiss on your lips, smiling brightly into it.
"Yeah, let's do that..."