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SAGAU: A Rumor Spreads

Wanderer's addition to this

Forewarns: 18+!!!, female reader, reader is virgin, explicit content at the end very spicy ur welcome, y/n is used here, wanderer's section turned out really romantic? lol, the wanderer I'm writing here is end game wanderer so assume he has a bit more maturity

And there’s no stopping these nosy rumors once they start going. What happens when they reach the ear of…

Wanderer

“Hey! Pssttt didn’t you hear? The goddess is in Inazuma right now?”

The other student gasps. “What? When did she leave?”

Meanwhile tables away the ever so mysterious “hat guy” continues to jot down on his paper. Outside viewers none the wiser that he’s listening in to the student’s idle gossip.

Of course he is, they mentioned your name.

“I heard she revealed more about her past while in Inazuma. Like the fact she’s never had a partner before.”

“Really? Do you think since she spends so much time here, she can find a husband in Sumeru?”

Expression unchanging, Wanderer only spares the academia students a very brief glance before he brings his eyes back to his paper. But the words on the paper seem distant now, his mind now drifting back to his obsession, you. He irritably taps his pen before shuffling his books and papers together and abruptly leaving. Causing the original gossiping students to give him a confused stare.

He already knew this. He tells himself, unconvincingly. He already knew you were unworldly. He could tell just from his first meeting with you, you were not some 10,000 year old god. Yes he already knew you were a virgin. So why did hearing this aloud cause him to get all anxious and hot and bothered.

Wanderer impatiently awaits your return to Sumeru. He would have gone with you to Inazuma(with or without you knowing). But once you mentioned “But this is a trip for just the girls, that includes your mother.” He understandably declined.

(“Next time you can give me a tour” you said with a smile. And he will stubbornly hold you to it.)

When you return, you naturally gravitate towards Nahida. And Wanderer is secretly happy that the dendro archon has become your favorite. It means he can use his already established connection with her as an excuse to see you.

(And he does this. Way too many times to count. Oftentimes Wanderer will just be there, where ever you are. “Were you even invited?” you questioned him once and he just smugly shrugged at you.)

So here in your own little personal home in Sumeru with tiny Nahida, he watches you as you show off and talk about your gifts brought back from Inazuma. And although you try to include him in the conversation he looks a little more distracted than usual. You move to show Nahida the beautiful kimonos you’ve brought back with you. And Wanderer returns to not so discrete staring at your figure.

It’s not love, it's not love.

It can’t be any form of affection he’s feeling towards you. You’re still such a mystery to him. Your hopeful worldview annoys him to no end. He doesn't understand you, and yet he wants to. You’re warm. Your eyes carry stars, real stars.

You tell him he has a good heart, what a joke really. You tell him you love him, a word he’s seen you throw out to many others but every time you say it it feels so genuine.

And now he knows that no one has captured your heart before. You’re so freely giving out your affection when it could be all directed towards him to soak up?

He snaps himself out of his ruminating thoughts to arrogantly tell you your Inazuman pronunciation is off.

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He does not love you, he tells himself as he prepares another warm home cooked meal for you. Yet still he feels agitated and his fingers ever so slightly twitch around the clothed box as he watches you escort Aether out of your home before letting him inside.

“It's sad-” he starts “that an all powerful being such as yourself still has to rely on food to survive.”

But you try to push his condescending tone to the back of your mind(Be nice y/n be nice). As you wave him off and compliment him on his cooking. This time he has decided to sit right beside you to share his meal instead of his usual seat across from you. And Wanderer has an underlying reason to do so. The dress you’re wearing, it shows off too much of your bare thighs. And in this position he can clandestinely brush his own leg against yours. In this position when you look away from his face he can greedily take in the sight of your cleavage in your form fitting dress. Wanderer wears a satisfied smile on his face, greedily soaking up your visage as you blissfully unaware enjoy your food.

You feel his fingers run along the skin of your exposed shoulder “Y/N you really are a virgin aren’t you?”

Wow ok well he was never really known to be one to beat around the bush

You give him a look of pure embarrassment, your brows furrowed, as you cover your mouth to speak “That’s none of your business Wanderer.”

You hate the way he’s looking at you, so satisfied with himself.

“Oh? Everyone else around town is making your romantic life their business.” His expressions slightly sours. “So why can’t I?”

You finish chewing your food, annoyed at how he sounds entitled to this information. Honestly it feels like he feels entitled to your presence in general.

“Is it true or not Y/N?”

He asks you again as you try to usher him out of your house, having none of this conversation.

“Does it matter if I’ve ever been with anyone before?”

Its best to remind him he’s not such hot shit either.

“Its not like you have women throwing themselves at your feet, with the way you talk to everyone.”

You can see that pluck a nerve somewhere in him as the faintest of pinks dusts the top of his cheeks. His hand prevents the door from closing as you attempt to send him off. The abrupt movement stalls your breath for a second. You forget occasionally, that despite this man often having to look up at you he still carries that commanding presence he did as harbinger.

“I want to see you again tomorrow.” His eyes unwavering from yours, making you feel a bit small. You know he’s telling you not asking, he will show up tomorrow regardless. Perhaps this is his attempt at being polite.

You sigh defeated. “Fine, I'll be here tomorrow.”

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You plague this man’s thoughts. You're his obsession now.

Wanderer bites into the back of hands so hard it draws blood. His other hand working furiously on his cock. He’s disgusted at himself when he remembers you're god. Something that he once desired so much he killed for it. You should mean nothing to him but yet-

It should be me. He tells himself angrily. It should be me. Not his pathetic ex colleague who eyes you like a love sick puppy. Not the neglectful geo archon who's always pulling you back to Liyue.

His hips jerk off the bed slightly as he shamefully bites back his tongue but still a pathetic moan escapes him. If he had a heart it would be beating a million of miles a minute now. Wanderer thinks back to the words you once spoke to him that cut deeper than he’ll ever admit.

“I can’t sleep with you Wanderer. I don’t think it would mean anything to you.”

A pitiful tear runs down his cheek as he covers his eyes with his arm.

You mean everything to him.

He wants to imprint his soul into your very divine heart so you’ll never leave him, so you can’t leave him. It would kill him. And he would take the rest of Teyvat down with him.

He remembers when you once held him so tenderly. Told him you’d give him half of your heart if he so desired it.

He’s close, so close now.

He wants to claim that special moment with you so you’ll never leave him. He’s unabashedly selfish. He wants to kiss you till your lips are bruised and bleeding. Teeth marks embedded on your shoulder. His nails digging into the flesh of your hips.

Don’t you understand he would fuck you like it meant everything?

He comes hard, a bead of sweat trailing down his neck as his flawless face contours.

He loves you. He knows it. He just has to find a way to prove it to you.

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Wanderer has been suspiciously kind to you these past few weeks. Very suspicious. Although he always has been somewhat kind to you when compared to everyone else.

Yesterday he didn’t even hit you with a bitter jab when you started to nod off against this shoulder. Only a quiet “Don’t overwork yourself.” Which surprised you so much he almost shook off your drowsiness.

Today he has demanded your attention once again. You're dressed in Sumeru clothing. A custom color of pink just for you. Your back leaning against one of the insanely large trees that grow in the forest.

You inhale and close your starry eyes. “These trees remind me a bit of home**.”

Wanderer’s hand hesitates. It's too picturesque. Like a scene out of a beautiful painting. Your beauty is otherworldly compared to the backdrop of teyvat. Wanderer moves his figure in front of you.

You make him so weak.

He feels like he’s preparing his neck for the executor's sword. You could reject him, push him away. Another creator abandoning this puppet’s existence.

Your eyes flutter open, a blush the same hue of your dress on your cheeks, with Wanderer’s closing proximity.

You shyly glace away from his face, your fingers fidgeting with the jewels embedded on your dress.

“I think I’m falling for you Wanderer.”

His breath hitches and his indigo eyes go wide for a second. The hesitancy in his hands disappear as his body moves to be just mere inches in front of yours.

You do not flinch away from his hand caressing your cheek. You bring your own hand to gently stroke his outstretched arm. You do not cast him away.

You want him.

“Y/N close your eyes.” The tone of his voice is one you’ve never heard directed at others, only towards you. Full of adoration. Desire. Like you are the center of his whole world.

You are well aware of his intentions and you want to embrace them wholeheartedly. Your eyelashes brush the top of your cheeks and you relax your body.

This is the only time Wanderer has wanted to capture a moment in eternity.

The kiss is sweet, chaste. Completely unlike the Wanderer the first time you meet. His opposite hand at your waist as he parts from your lips just enough so he can speak and engrave your blissful expression into his memory.

“Not enough.” the words whispered around your lips, like he is a daze. His arm tightening around your waist. Pulling your body flush against him. His other hand going to the back of your head, fingers in your long hair. Each kiss, hot, hungry, insatiable. When he allows you the smallest of breaths you can hear the vulnerability in his voice.

“Don’t leave me.”

“You’re mine.”

“I love you.”

Selfish Wanderer. Did you think he would be satisfied with just one taste of the pure divine?

Normally this is the section where I write “Would your lack of experience change anything in the relationship?” But instead enjoy this bonus spice.

Wanderer’s hand presses down lightly against your abdomen. Causing your eyes to flutter shut and a soft whine past your lips.

You feel his tip right up against your entrance, holding your breath, anticipation bubbling.

But instead you feel his fingers move a little lower. Finding your slick stained clit and rubbing gentle circles. You whisper out his name, your breathing speeding up. Every action and word out of his mouth this night has continued to blow away any doubts you had about letting him in your bed. Are you sure this is the same man you met so many months ago?

You flex your legs a bit against him before willing them to relax, trying to spread them a bit further for Wanderer. He leans in, so close, his breath tickling your cheek, “Ready?”.

You thread your fingers through his blue locks. Shoulders relaxing at how comforting his weight feels on top of you. You breathe out your response, nervous arms around his shoulders, trusting.

His push is slow, languish. As with all his touches tonight. He’s handling you with such…uncharacteristically care. You close your eyes and relish in this tender moment with your Wanderer.

And, although you do pick up on it a bit, Wanderer is trying desperately to hold it together. That bead of sweat running down his neck is not necessarily out of pleasure but out of nerves.

He has your undying full trust finally and it would completely wreak him if he fucked this up.

He nestles his face in the junction of your neck, leaving hot open mouth kisses as he moves inside of you. Every time you adjust your legs or shift your hips he stalls. Waiting for you to feel completely pliant beneath him. He feels himself just almost completely inside of you. Chest rising and falling with every breath, he pulls his face back far enough that he can get a good look at your face. An embarrassingly deep flush on his cheeks as he struggles to get out his words.

“Am-am I doing good?”

Oh it's so vulnerable. The way he’s looking at you, his eyes, it speaks volumes. The slight insecurity in his voice. He knows how sensitive you are and the thought that he’s treating you with the utmost care?

You’re pulling him down into a messy tongue filled kiss. And Wanderer is taking that as a sign that yes you feel amazing.

With more confidence he pushes forward til he’s practically flush against you. Moaning in each other’s mouths, he parts, lips wet, “You really are so tight.” He squeezes his eyes shut. Nudges himself inside again. You just feel too damn good.

He laps at the blooming deep mark on your neck. Caresses your breasts. As he waits for you to tell him he can finally move.

And when you look up at him and give him his answer of “Kuni, you can move-just go slowly okay?”

Wanderer moves to give you a kiss on your cheek and you swear you could start spilling tears at the action.

Instead you are left gasping, repeats of his name falling from your glossy lips. Wanderer stares shamelessly directly at you. Not a pitiful cry of his name or a wince of pain goes unnoticed under his gaze. He’s observing you carefully.

Which way to better fuck you.

Although there’s no rush. His thrusts slow and shallow for now, it seems to be having quite the effect on you. Wanderer’s thumb caresses your cheek and he feels nothing but pure bliss at watching the corners of your lips turn upwards into a soft smile.

“Kuni.” You call his name with pure love on your face as he mirrors your smile and pulls you into a kiss.

** self ship reference don't concern your pretty little head about it

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