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[andvenuscried]

BABY, LOVE!

↳ feat. diluc, kazuha, childe, zhongli, albedo and xiao

description box; the genshin characters above as tutors / professors, who’ll give you study sessions… or should we say, study sessions in love?

warnings; heavy nsfw warning!!, XIAO IS ZHONGLI’S BROTHER, light yandere, mentions of obsession, perverts, professor/tutor x student relationship, corruption kink, mentions of cheating and persuasion, slight bimbofication, toxicity, MINOR BLOGS DNI!!

smut below the cut

READ PART TWO HERE: part two.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ diluc!

YOUR ECONOMICS PROFESSOR.

professoe!diluc, who met you in a tavern, a pretty and young thing, eyeing him up and down.

professor!diluc, who’s just so, so mean to you, who never lets you cum and likes to tease you so much…

professor!diluc, who sees you the next day in his economics class, is flabbergasted and shocked… and yet, strangely happy.

professor!diluc, who just can’t resist you and your cuteness and orders you to come to his office after class.

professor!diluc, who makes you kneel in front of him and suck his cock under his desk, and you always comply faithfully like the good, little girl you are.

professor!diluc, who is aware of how many students come to his office after class for questions, who is well aware how teasing you can be.

professor!diluc, for whom it’s hard to concentrate on his students’ questions when you’re just below his desk, sucking him off so lovingly, so well and so good…

professor!diluc, stoic and calm as ever, who suddenly begins to blush, jerk up all of a sudden and stutter whenever his cock hits the back of your throat, whenever you hum quietly your throat vibrates because you know how good that will feel for diluc.

professor!diluc, who punishes you afterwards, who forces you to cockwarming him as he works on his presentation for the next lesson, ignoring your whining and needy pleads.

professor!diluc, who likes to overstimulate you and push you to your limits when he’s finished his work and begins to lecture you… After all, a good girl needs lecturing from time to time, too, right? He can’t let such bad and scandalously wrong behaviour go unnoticed, isn’t that right?

“ah, ah, ah, ah… prof—mhm! professor… haaa…”

“what do you want me to do, love? use your words…”

“want… want you to fuck me… till i, ah, ah… haaa, oh my god, please! hmmm, need you to fuck me till i… hngh! can’t… walk, professor… please, please, please, professor… ah! fill — fill me up, please… wanna have your babies…”

“mhm… well, if you’re asking that politely…”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ kazuha!

YOUR PHILOSOPHY PROFESSOR.

professor!kazuha, whose attention you first caught by handing in your profound and well-researched philosophy paper, and whose attention you were able to keep because of your angel-like face and goddess-like body.

professor!kazuha, who would invite you to his office after lessons.

professor!kazuha, whose eyes would dip down a little bit too much, whose eyes would linger way too long on your chest. but you don’t notice, you just don’t notice the way he licks his lips after eyeing you up and down, don’t notice the way lust and hunger creeps into his eyes after you use excessive gestures to mark your point — excessive gestures that make him crave you even more.

professor!kazuha, who likes riling you up with obviously wrong opinions just to see you become all vivid and to see you use excessive gestures again to support your opinion because all he then would think about is you writhing under his body, you squirming around under him, you arching your back when he pleasures you, you scratching his back with your nails when he fucks you rough and raw, or you kissing him feverishly as he fingers you…

prfoessor!kazuha, who pretends to like hearing your opinions on specific topics in philosophy when all he wants is to hear your voice begging him for mercy.

professor!kazuha, who would invite you for drinks in his dorm.

professor!kazuha, who would get drunk and who’d get you drunk too, who’d get touchy with you after having downed a few drinks…

professor!kazuha, who’s just too good with his fingers in you, whose words of affection and praise just turn you on so, so much, whose small confirmations of you doing well just rot your brain until you can’t think no more.

professor!kazuha, who likes folding you underneath him to his will, who likes seeing your bare body so vulnerable and exposed, who likes the view of you being so adorably willing to pleasure him…

professor!kazuha, who later on makes a habit of ordering you to his dorms, who teaches you and your naive, innocent self how to masturbate when he isn’t there to help you, how to insert a vibrator into yourself…

professor!kazuha, who likes using your face and your body as canvas for his cum.

professor!kazuha, who enjoys corrupting your mind with sinfully sexual scenarios until you’re all tainted with sins… But wasn’t this what you were asking for when your doll eyes fluttered at him like that the day before? Wasn’t this exactly what you wanted? It’s not his fault you’re so innocent, after all, he’s only protecting you and teaching you, like a good professor should.

“we shouldn’t… mhm… be doing this her—ah, hah, mhm… here…”

“this is my dorm. we’ll be fine. you just concentrate on taking my cock, alright? you’re doing so well…”

“ah… hah… ‘m doing well?”

“yes, darling… so, so, so well… such an obedient, pretty, little thing you are… ‘m so curious. must’ve saved a country in my past life to deserve you, huh… keep it up, won’t you?”

“ah… oh, oh… haaa, uh huh… anythin’ for you, kazu — ah! mhm, ah… ah… ah!”

“that’s what i — mhm — like to hear… good girl… such a sweet soul… you look so beautiful right now, what a sight.”

“‘m pretty… i’m pretty? ah, haaa… fuck, oh!”

“of course you are… such a pretty girl, you should see yourself right now. you’re doing so well, my good, little girl… fuck, you feel so good…”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ childe!

YOUR MATH TUTOR.

tutor!childe, who would drop pencils as an excuse to look under the desk, to sneak a look at what’s under those pretty skirts you always wear.

tutor!childe, whose eyes sometimes linger a little too long on your lips when you ask him questions regarding mathematics.

tutor!childe, who would stand a little too close behind you when he’s supposedly “checking your work”.

tutor!childe, who would use any excuse to touch you, be it his fingers grazing yours when he reaches for the paper sheet of exercises when you’re finished, be it him standing behind you and grabbing your pencil when you do something wrong — somehow, he always manages to find a way for the back of his hand to touch yours — or be it him snaking his arm around your waist gently when he escorts you out of the library.

tutor!childe, who fantasises about you, your pretty body and your voice at night, wondering how beautiful you’d look pinned down by him, wondering how your hair would look like splashed out on his bed sheets, wondering whether you’d scream his name when he fucks you or whether you’d whisper his name like a mantra, wondering whether your eyes would gloss over and spill tears of pleasure or whether they’d roll up to the back of your skull, wondering whether you’d scream for him to go faster and harder or whether you’d beg for him to be gentle with you… but it isn’t his fault for thinking so, right? After all, it’s you who chooses to wear those incredibly tight crop tops and those pretty, little skirts… It’s not something Childe is at fault for, right?

“ch-childe… please be gentle… you — ah, you’re going too… t-too fast… please don’t, mhm, hngh, not too…”

“too what, hm?”

“t-too… hah, ah, ah, ah, ah! oh my — right there, please, please, please… oh my god, childe! childe, childe, childe…”

“that’s what i thought. you just keep moaning my name, m’kay?”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ zhongli!

YOUR LITERATURE AND HISTORY PROFESSOR.

professor!zhongli, who would always notice those handsome and attractive boys and sometimes even gorgeous girls talking to you in lessons, asking whether you’re free this afternoon to grab a coffee or whether they could get your number.

professor!zhongli, who guilt-trips your innocent mind into thinking that it’s all your fault, that it’s your fault those boys and girls are always drooling so much over you and your prettiness that they won’t focus on zhongli’s literature and history lessons anymore.

professor!zhongli, who buys you expensive and pretty but less revealing clothes to “make the student body” to be able to concentrate better again.

professor!zhongli, who likes to bend you over his desk in his office in afternoons, knowing you’d decline any guy’s offer to take you out this afternoon just in case zhongli would ask you to stop by his office again, because he just takes cares of you so well, because he just fucks you so, so, so good; so good you sometimes can’t even show up next lessons because you’re limping so much and would always furiously blush when zhongli’s eyes would gaze to you…

professor!zhongli, who often invites you over to his place, where you meet his little brother xiao, and you treat his little brother so well he knows you’d be a good mother.

professor!zhongli, who deliberately claims to have forgotten to use protection, because he likes to breed you, dreams about fucking a baby into you, hopes to knock you up so you won’t ever leave him and because he knows you’d shower your child or children with unconditional love.

professor!zhongli, who would, out of spite, give the guys in his class who would bother you, bad grades and would never give them time to talk to him about their grades.

professor!zhongli, who enjoys seeing you in his blouse, which is way too big for you, standing in the kitchen as you cook breakfast for him clumsily, zhongli, who would press his body against yours when you’re cooking, distracting you with back hugs and neck kisses.

professor!zhongli, who likes to overstimulate you until you’re fucked stupid, not even able to scream his name anymore, zhongli, who makes it his mission to kiss your cervix with his cock, who makes it his mission for you to be disabled to walk the next morning so he gets to carry you around in princess-style like a gentleman.

prfoessor!zhongli, who prays to God that the guys and girls interested in you would just drop dead… but sometimes, praying and hoping God will take care of it just isn’t enough, is it? Look what you made him do — those people don’t show up to his lessons the next day, the next week or even the next month… Just what happened to them?

professor!zhongli, who would always distract you whenever you bring up that topic, who would kiss you and finger you so well, who’d bury his head between your soft thighs, hands gripping onto them tightly, zhongli, who would make sure to eat you out for hours and finger you so good that you won’t remember a thing you wanted to ask him… After all, he’s doing all of this just for you. You should be grateful he’s putting in all this effort, shouldn’t you?

“shhh, princess… keep quiet, won’t you? don’t want my colleagues to hear you.”

“ah, ah, ah… p-please, ‘s too big, won’t fit… won’t — hngh! mhm… haaa… too… too, too big, sir… it won’t — oh, oh, ah! no… n— ah!”

“make it fit, princess. it fit before, didn’t it? come on, be a good princess for me, hm?”

“y-yes, sir… h-haaa — zhongli! oh my god — ‘m gonna… hngh!”

“zhongli?”

“no — no, i mean sir… s-sir!”

“tsk. you know only good princesses can cum, right? seems like you can’t this time, since you made a mistake.”

“no, no, no… won’t make another mistake again, s-sir, i’ll be a-ah! ah, ah, oh — please… i’ll be a good princess, sir… o-oh, hngh… p-please, won’t make another — haaa, ah, ah — mistake again… sir… please, sir… need to cum, ‘m so close!”

“ah-ah. you cum and i’ll punish you.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ albedo

YOUR SCIENCE TUTOR.

tutor!albedo, who is well aware of how stupid and dumb you are when it comes to science.

tutor!albedo, who bullies you and teases you constantly for your stupidity and the lacking ability to understand what he explains.

tutor!albedo, who is so fed up with you and your not understanding of science that he proposes a different approach…

tutor!albedo, who fucks you agonisingly and painfully slowly from behind, albedo, who splashes question papers and notes of science in front of you, and for every right answer, he lets you orgasm once… And even though you have a boyfriend, you let it happen, because the tip of cock just fits into your womb so well, because he somehow always manages to kiss your cervix and to play around with your clit so much better than your boyfriend does…

tutor!albedo, who makes you so reliant and dependent on him that after he officially quits being a tutor because he’s moving away, no other tutor can help you as well as he did.

tutor!albedo, who ensures he pleasures you so mindblowingly well that it’s assured that you’ll always come back crawling to him, no matter how far away he is and no matter how much you are aware that you have a boyfriend.

tutor!albedo, who makes your tummy feel so full and fuzzy and warm after your sessions, who inserts butt plugs and vibrators in you, so that whenever you leave his home to meet up with your boyfriend, he’ll turn on the vibrator to its highest level, so that you just won’t have any other choice than to come back to him, because neither you can pleasure yourself the way he does, nor your boring, bland and stupid boyfriend.

tutor!albedo, who often fantasises about fucking you in front of your boyfriend, just to show him that he can do it better than he can… And who knows? Maybe someday, he’ll fuck you dumb and senseless so that your legs will tremble in one of the science class rooms, and perhaps, your stupid, stupid, stupid boyfriend will walk in to see albedo drinking all your juices and fucking you roughly on one of the tables… but seriously. Who knows? Maybe it’ll happen tomorrow, or today… or it is happening right now, right his second…

“you love me more than your shitty, stupid boyfriend, don’t you, love?”

“yes, yes, yes! ah, ah, right there, hnghhh, feels so good…”

“tell me again… come on, i wanna hear it again. who do you love more? me or your boyfriend, hmmm?”

“you, you, you! you, albedo, love you so much more… ‘s you, ‘s always you… h-hah, please, please, please, need you so much, i’m — hnghh… albedo, ‘bedo, need you to go faster…”

“does he fuck you as well as i do, huh?”

“n-no! you do… it so much better… so, so much better… ah, ah, ah… ah, please, harder, wanna feel you… oh, oh! ‘m so close, i’m so close, albedo… albedo!”

“that’s it, cum for me and for me only, love…”

BONUS…

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ xiao!

YOUR P. E. TUTOR + ZHONGLI’S LITTLE BROTHER.

tutor!xiao, who comes home after his afternoon jogging sessions to find his big brother zhongli, a professor, fucking his favourite student in the kitchen.

“are you sure your little, haaa, brother won’t be… mhm… h-home before… we finish thi—ah, ah, ah, ah! zh-zhongli, zhongli… hngh, please, please, please… feels so good… ‘m feeling so full… w-wait, ‘s too big, won’t fit, won’t fit! ah, ah — zhongli! ah!”

“what were you just saying about my brother, hm, darling?”

“‘m… hmmm… haaaa! dunno… don’t know… oh, oh, yes, right there, please, sir, please, please, please… haaa, zhongli… zhongli, zhongli, zhongli! ah, ah… ah! hngghhh… mhm… zhongli…”

tutor!xiao, who overhears you and his brother, and is ashamed to admit that he fantasises about you moaning his instead of his brother’s name at night.

tutor!xiao, who wishes it was him fucking you rather than his brother.

tutor!xiao, who has seen your bare body once and can’t get the image out of his mind anymore…

tutor!xiao, who hopes that he suddenly becomes his brother just so he can be anything but “your boyfriend’s little brother”…

author’s note; please tell me if you liked it, and if not — how can i do better?

[andvenuscried]

BABY, LOVE! Part Two.

↳ feat. scaramouche, aether, itto, cyno.

description box; the genshin characters above as tutors / professors, who’ll give you study sessions… or should we say, study sessions in love?

warnings; heavy nsfw warning ❗️ , XIAO IS ZHONGLI’S BROTHER, light yandere, mentions of obsession, perverts, professor/tutor x student relationship, smut, corruption kink, mentions of cheating and persuasion, toxicity, voyeurism, slight infantuation

READ PART ONE HERE: part 01.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ scaramouche!

YOUR LAW PROFESSOR.

professor!scaramouche, who’d do anything to keep your stupid friend away from you. they’re taking up too much of your time — does this mean you won’t pay attention to him anymore, hm? does this mean you like them more than him?

professor!scaramouche, who likes to hold his hand in front of your mouth when he’s fucking you from behind in his office again to keep you quiet… since you can’t seem to keep your mouth shut, someone has to do it for you, right?

professor!scaramouche, who loves filling you up to the rim and likes to abuse all of your holes so he gets to see you fucked out of your mind. he thinks that’s the state you’re the prettiest in — doing nothing, just laying in front of him with your bare body, just being pretty. but he’d never admit that to you.

professor!scaramouche, who makes you sit in his class with a vibrator in you, and who purposely turns it to its highest level right in the middle of class and picks you to answer his question… he just loves seeing you struggle to answer without straight up moaning his name.

professor!scaramouche, who likes to see you beg for release, for him to touch you, who loves to tease you and give you minimum effort only to pound into you later without warning. oh, the noises you make… it’s just music to his ears.

professor!scaramouche, who loves to pull your hair when you’re sucking him off under his desk while he works on his papers… sometimes, if he’s feeling generous, he’ll even pat your head.

professor!scaramouche, who enjoys seeing you on your knees or on all fours just for him so much he even takes pictures of you. of course, you always urge him to delete them, but he kisses you so feverishly addictively you already forget. little do you know, it’s a strategy scaramouche has developed to keep your mind off of things.

professor!scaramouche, who likes to blindfold you while you’re on his bed on your fours, who likes to lick your inner thighs until they shake and cum is dripping out of you, who likes to pound into you from behind as he pulls back your hair roughly.

professor!scaramouche, who likes to leave marks and love bites everywhere on your body, especially your neck.

professor!scaramouche, who makes you cockwarm him after breeding you thoroughly and even lets you bite his shoulder sometimes when it gets too hard for you.

professor!scaramouche, who likes spanking your arse when you’ve been a bad girl… for some reason, he always manages to find a “mistake” you have to be punished for. just when did you make a mistake? but you can’t remember after it, because when the punishment is over, all you can remember is ecstasy, pleasure and euphoria.

professor!scaramouche, who’s surprisingly good at aftercare and always makes sure you get a hot bath… or maybe it’s because he has ulterior motives, because somehow he always ends up in the shower with you, your legs wrapped around his waist and your back leaned against the cold glass door as he once again begins to abuse your holes…

professor!scaramouche, who dislikes quickies but makes an exception for you… after all, if he doesn’t get to see you for a week, he needs to fuck his fist while looking at your bare body pictures, and honestly, your throat feels so much better than his hand.

professor!scaramouche, who has you blabbering and drooling after he fucks you, and who likes to record you being your fucked out, fucked stupid state, in which you’re honestly just a mess. he likes to see you blush furiously and bury your head in his shoulder after showing you his records… aw, such a cute, little girlfriend he’s got. he knows he’s lucky, although he’d never confess to thinking that.

professor!scaramouche, who’s never tell you how much he loves his cute, little girlfriend… just be by his side, hm? and don’t ever talk to other boys or he might do something that he shouldn’t even think about. just stay close to him forever and don’t leave him — ever — and he’ll treat you like a princess. and that’s what you want, isn’t it?

“shhh, keep quiet. we wouldn’t your little friends to find out who you’ve been ditching them for, hm?”

“ngh… please… n-need you…”

“yeah, you do, don’t you? can’t do anything without me, hm? oh, you dumb, little thing…”

“s-scaramouche, hah, please, please, please—”

“yeah, yeah, yeah. keep your eyes open. you don’t know how adorable you look right now—fuck. just keep looking at me like that for me, yeah?”

“ngh, ah, ah! y-you think i’m adorable?”

“shut up or i’ll make you.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ aether!

YOUR MUSIC TUTOR.

tutor!aether who’s so goddamn bashful around you. it’s so cute!

tutor!aether, who blushes around you every time you attend your music tutoring sessions, who shoes away skittishly from your touch and whose eyes dart away nervously whenever you look at him.

tutor!aether, who’s never ever talked to girls, and whose heart suddenly starts to beat louder and faster than ever, who is suddenly becoming bashful and blush-y.

tutor!aether, whom you had to seduce with effort—someone that respectful and polite would have never had such filthy and lewd thoughts about you, but it seems like you’ve corrupted this sweet, pure, innocent boy after working your irresistible charm on him…

tutor!aether, whom you’ve kissed once and in whose head nothing but that kiss circles around… and barbatos, he even answered a question incorrectly — how embarrassing!

tutor!aether, who whines when you wrap your pretty, rosy lips around his cock, who furrows his eyebrows and throws his head back and begins to groan like he’s a man in pain, because you just take him so well, he just can’t help himself…

tutor!aether, who can’t believe he’s got himself such a beautiful girlfriend — one that’s willing to suck him off anytime if he just asks for it politely, one who lets him stuff his face in her tits, one who lets him use your pretty cunny as a cum-dump… seriously, he must have saved a kingdom in his past life to deserve all this affection, attention and love.

tutor!aether, who lets you ride him into oblivion, and you’re so happy about him shutting his eyes — he’s so pretty, with his hands wrapped around your waist so tightly, with his hands wandering down gently to your thighs as he kneads them softly, with his breathy moans, and unless you encourage him to he louder for you, he’ll always be quiet… but if you torture him with pleasure and lust long enough, he’ll begin screaming your name…

“s-stop teasin’ me… please, i can’t take it anymore,”

“aw, you’re so needy, hm?”

“y-yes, hah, ngh, so please just touch me, please, please, please…”

“and why would you deserve that?”

“‘cause, ‘cause i’ve been a good boy for you, i’ve been a good boy, didn’t i? please! please, just—i can’t go on any longer, hah!”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ itto!

YOUR P. E. tutor.

tutor!itto, who got assigned to you because you’re excelling in all subjects but one — physical education. but who needs that anyway? isn’t it just stupid to get a tutor for one meaningless volleyball game that you’ll get graded on? it’s not like your gpa will drop that much just because of sports.

tutor!itto, whose smiley face drops more than regularly — he secretly adored and despises the way you’re so unathletic, because how the hell can you be so cute but also, how is it possible for you to make his head ache all the time?!

tutor!itto, who genuinely doesn’t get how you can hate sport that much. it’s not like it’s hard to do, is it? you’re just lazy!

tutor!itto, who at first tried really, really, really hard to keep your relationship professional and all just business, but just couldn’t help himself — how can he, when you’re bending down to pick up a ball like a siren drawing him to the water, when you’re squeezing your boobs together while playing volleyball because you need to prepare for that very important exam, or when you… no, wait a second, he’s not supposed to think about you like that! oh, but your lips… no, no! bad thoughts! but at the same time, your cute, little—no!

tutor!itto, who has to actively remind himself that he’s your tutor, your friend at most, and nothing beyond or more than that. but you really are delicious to look at, your body fascinates him, and so do you. he’s never met someone quite as… passionately hateful towards sports. not only that, but you’re hilarious too! it’s like he’s met his match regarding sarcasm and wit.

tutor!itto, whose dreams have been infected and corrupted by you—and not in the rainbow and sunshine way, more like… in the intimate way.

tutor!itto, who dreams of you being tied up beneath him, all helpless and clueless as you can’t do anything but be his cumdump and little fuck toy to use <3

tutor!itto, who dreams about fucking a baby into you, until your stomach’s all swollen up while your belly is carrying his little kid, until your boobs grow bigger because of pregnancy, and oh Lord, he hopes so, so, so much he’ll knock you up someday and tie you to him forever.

tutor!itto, whose fingers are “correcting your position” while he’s filthily kneading your ass and grazing your boobs like there’s no tomorrow. but you won’t notice, your mind is completely set into the belief that itto wants no harm—he’s just a little bit touchy, isn’t he? he’s just correcting your position, it’s not like he’s being a pervert!

tutor!itto, who teaches you how to give a man a good blowjob—this is a way for you to reward him for all his hard work, so it’s not like you mind, right? just a little favour, that’s all it is. nothing more.

tutor!itto, who has you gagging on his cock in the gymnastics room, behind all the mattresses, as he watches your half-lidded eyes and your dazed gaze, as his cock is sliding in and out of your mouth, while you kiss his angry tip and massage his cock.

tutor!itto, who makes sure to shove his cock down your throat and fuck you so often you’ll become so used to the size of him that you won’t have any problem handling him anymore; who makes sure you know what you are when he’s fucking you—which is nothing other than his dumb, sweet, little cum dump and his adorable, cute slut. that’s all you’re good for, aren’t you? such an endearing, tiny thing you are.

“yeah… take it… all in, all in… come on, i know you can do it. i taught you better than this, didn’t i? hahhh… just like that, go slow, go slow. mhmmm, such a good job you’re doing… good girl. i taught you well. aw, i really wanna take a picture of you, you look so cute right now… wish you could see how fucked out you look right now.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ cyno.

YOUR POLITICS AND PSYCHOLOGY PROFESSOR.

professor!cyno, who’s just so tired of all his work he needs his little, favourite top student to take all this stress of his mind… beneath him, under the table, using your hands to jerk him off.

professor!cyno, who, when he’s feeling generous, fucks you in the chemistry lab next to his politics and business classroom… no one ever uses that chemistry lab anymore, anyway, and he simply can’t wait to put his cock into you. why wait when he can do it right here?

professor!cyno, who knows you’re uncomfortable with his overly possessive and a little bit obsessive behaviour sometimes—his eyes would follow you everywhere attentively, and he knows absolutely everything about you, how you like your coffee, how many rings there are on your slender, little fingers, how many fingers you need in your pussy to coax the prettiest moan out of you, how much edging you can take, how you like his fingers rearranging your insides… he knows everything about you, even the things you don’t know about yourself. and sometimes, he’d let it show accidentally—and those are the times you’d get scared a little, but he’d somehow always manage to wrap you back around his little finger with some charming words and a little persuasion… he’s not a politics and psychology professor for nothing, is he?

professor!cyno, who’ll follow you home, stalk everything you’re doing in his free time, and who you’re talking to. and if he is displeased with your choice of friends, he’ll somehow manage to get into your head and corrupt your naive, innocent mind into not talking to them anymore. after all, he’s only looking out for you because he cares so much about you and doesn’t want you to get hurt… you trust him, don’t you? after all, he’s your professor. he’s so much older and wiser and knows much more about the cruelties of the world than you do, so why won’t you just nod your pretty head off to anything he says and just trust him and agree with everything he tells you to do, hm? you’re a good girl for him, aren’t you, or will you disobey him? you don’t want to displease him, oh no, no, no!!

professor!cyno, who warps everything around when you ask him why he always seems to know so incredibly much about you. he knew which friend you visited last night? you sent him a picture of you and your friends drinking, didn’t you remember? he knew where you were last night? only because you told him briefly the day before, did you already forget? he knew that you bought a new tv with your best friends? well, he comes visiting you a lot, doesn’t he?

professor!cyno, who will use anything and anyone to make you stay with him. even when you think he’s being slightly creepy by being so possessive and obsessive, you’re staying with him, because somehow he’s tricked your mind into thinking that all that psychotic obsession with you is nothing but true, heart-felt and genuine care!

professor!cyno, who rewards every order of his that you obey with sticking your fingers into your lovely pussy. he just loves having you sit on his lap at his penthouse, with your back leaned back on his shoulders and your back arched in pleasure as he’s whispering filthy and dirty words into your ear, as he’s marking your neck from behind, as your frail arms are holding onto his strong, unmoving biceps as he’s working his fingers into you patiently.

professor!cyno, who knows your body in and out. he knows exactly how to angle his cock to make it hit your sweet spot, the one that makes you cry tears of pleasure, the one that makes you scream his name, the one that makes you scratch his back and pull his hair, act all feral and drives you crazy, the one that makes you see literal stars, the one that makes his cock form a pretty bulge on your flawless tummy, he knows exactly how to place his lips on your pussy to make butterflies emerge in your stomach, he knows exactly how to coax and get another orgasm out of you with mere words and some pleading nibbles on your ear. he knows absolutely everything about you, and in those moments, you absolutely love that.

“s-sir! ah, ah, ah, ah… mmm, right there, p-please—oh! oh, oh, hah… more, more… need more! want your babies, oh my god, i love you, i love you, i love you…”

“aw, doll, you love me? didn’t you say it was slightly creepy how i knew where you lived yesterday? hm? what was all that about, huh?”

“ah! oh, oh, oh… ngh, didn’t know… all my fault, ‘s all my fault, ‘m sorry, s-sir, ‘m sorry… ah, ah, ah, ah—f-fuck, please be more gentle, i can’t—hah, i, ngh…”

“oh, now you’re sorry? you really hurt my feelings, you know that, doll? all i do is care about you and this is how you treat me?”

“won’t ever… hah… won’t ever doubt you again, sir, ‘m sorry… please, please, i need you to hit that spot… hurts if you don’t, please, i need you..”

“… fine, fine. you’re lucky you’re cute, y’know?”

“h-hah, c-cyno! ah, ah, ah… can’t hold it back—‘m gonna…”

“cum? alright. cum for me, doll… atta girl… yeah, that’s right, good girl… all this just for me, hm?”

“yes, yes… just for you…”

authors note; omfg i was so busy guys AHHHH. sorry for leaving you like this!! i’m including tighnari, venti, ayato and a xiao bonus in the next part, so hang in there, guys! should i add the newer characters too? like baizhu, kevah, alhaithaim and all the others?

(and yeah, i know it’s not as much as in part one, but i really was busy and struggled to get this done alone 😭😭 sorry!! i’ll make it up to you guys, promise!!)

tell me in the replies or the request box!! (also, give me new writing prompts in my inbox please 😭😭 i need that inspo!!)

[andvenuscried]

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