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mariel-g · 2 years

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Heat?!

Subby-ish Zhongli x fem! reader smut

warnings: heat cycles, monsterfucking, choking, knoting/breeding, inappropriate workplace behaviour, the TINIEST bit of rimming (fem receiving)

MINORS DNI! thanks nadine or WHATEVER

“Ms L/N! How did an old hag like you and Zhongli end up together?”

“Paimon it’s rude to call people old hags,” traveler admonishes.

You three are seated at third round knockout, watching your husband appraise some noctilucous jade at the nearest market seller.

“Well, I always had a crush on him for a long time, but never really talked to him, you see. He was always such a regal man, felt completely out of my reach, but then one day I ran into him during an...unfortunate incident.”

Needless to say, when you walked in on him sprawled on his office floor at Wangsheng funeral parlor, his shoulders heaving in agony, you were shocked. Actually, you were beyond shocked, you were scared.

“Zhongli are you okay??” You whisper-shout, swiftly closing the door behind you and locking it.

His head drunkenly turns towards you, his hazy eyes flickering with recognition.

“Dearest – please, bring me some water and close the blinds.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end from the sound of his voice. The naturally deep timbre of his voice was several octaves lower than normal, reaching a depth that would be considered paranormal.

Concerned, you start towards him but the look in his eyes makes you take a step back. The usual amber colour of his iris is now an intense shade of orange and gold, and his pupils are narrowed into slits like those of an animal.

“What the hell," you whisper. Placing your hands over your mouth, you hurry to fill a cup with water and hand it to him, pushing his silky hair away from his face as you ask:

“What is happening to you?!”

His muscular chest heaves, exposed by the buttons that are nearly completely undone to his waist. There is a scaleyness to his forearems and the veins seem to have a golden glow to them. Is that what his arms have always looked like? He always wears long gloves so you aren't sure.

When you look up your eyebrows nearly disappear into your hairline. From his hair sprouts two black horns that fade into an amber colour- much like his hair- and twist up in a beautiful arc on either side of his head.

“Heat.” He croaks out, gratefully taking large gulps of the water.

“What can I do to help? Is it like, a sickness? Should I call the doctor?’

“No..just…” He leans towards you, grasping the back of your calves with his hands. “Just come closer – please.”

You cautiously sit on your haunches, and nearly yelp when you feel his breath on your neck.

“Is this part of the treatment or…?”

Instead of answering he inhales at your throat and lets out an obscene moan that has embarrassment and arousal instantly flaming your cheeks.

“Mate with me. Please- let me satisfy you. This is the only thing that will help me," he murmurs into your neck, moving his head so that he can stare up at you with a glazed hopeful expression as he nuzzles the palm of your hand.

You choke at the crudeness of his words, unsure of how to proceed. To be completely honest with yourself, you’d always dreamed of a day where you’d be able to see this powerful man on his knees for you; begging for you. The way he’s always so controlled and polite makes you desperately want to see what he’d be like if he lost it.

Slowly, you run your thumb over his bottom lip, admiring how red and plump it is. He opens his mouth obediently and his tongue runs over the pad of your thumb. It’s long and appears forked as he trails it down your thumb and to the pulse point on your wrist, where he lightly sucks.

You press your thighs together in an attempt to relieve yourself. He’s so gorgeous that you can’t stand it and you tell him so.

“You’re breathtaking.”

At your words he preens, the slight glow to the veins under his skin increasing in intensity. He straightens to his full height and lifts you up, your back hitting the wall behind as he ungracefully sits you down on a large mahogany desk, knocking off books and corresepondents in your wake.

“I’m trying to hold myself back for you but I don’t know if I can for much longer.” He whispers, fluttering multiple kisses over your face and lips.

“Don’t hold back then.”

You kick off your heels and slowly run your feett up the leg of his suit pants. Resting your socked feet on the indent of his (slutty little) waist, you spread your legs in front of him. Allowing him to get a good look up your skirt and at your panties dampened by your arousal.

“Ahh fuck- .” He moans at the sight, roughly grabbing your hips and flipping up your skirt, exposing your underwear completely.

“Do you want to take it off?” You tease.

He growls deep in his throat in response, and you shudder. The feralness of him in this state is so sexy it makes your skin flush with heat. He bunches the skirt at your waist and slowly drags your underwear down your legs, lifting the piece of fabric to his nose and inhaling.

“Your pussy smells so good- Fuck.”

Gently lifting you off the desk, he turns you around so that you're facing the wall. “I'll make it easy for you to take me ” you hear the muted thud of knees against carpet “bend over and grab onto the desk.”

You momentarily feel his hot breath lingering on your inner thighs, kissing up the backs of your legs. You groan, trying not to buck your hips and interrupt his work.

After his kissing and teasing he fully submerges his face into your pussy. He languidly licks you from your clit to the seam of your pussy and back again before he focuses all of his attention on your bud, flicking and sucking at it with precision.

“Yes, baby,” you pant “I want your tongue inside.”

He instantly complies. He parts your folds with his tongue before stroking his way inside. Your eyes close and legs start to shake as he slowly fucks you, pressing his fingers to your clit as he rubs it, steadily working you to an orgasm.

He groans when you start grinding against his face, his free hand coming up to kneads your ass and thighs before spreading them to lightly rim your hole with his tongue. Your eyes fly open, cheeks heating at the embarrassing position and the way he happily moans while getting you off.

His mouth migrates back to your clit and sucks on it while he patiently inserts two of his large fingers into your hole, gently curling and rubbing them against your walls as you roll your hips on his fingers and tongue.

He alternates his attentions between your clit, hole, and ass until your grip on the desk tightens, your eyes rolling back in your head as your knees buckle from the force of your orgasm. You ride his face as you cum, clutching onto any available purchase for dear life as your orgasm until it starts to slowly ebb away.

He releases your clit with a ‘pop’ and stands up, helping your shaky legs take a seat back on the desk. You sag against the wall behind the desk as you stare at him, watching the way his tongue savours the remains of your juices on his lips.

“Come closer, I want to kiss you.”

He complies, leaning over you from your place on the desk as you start feverishly kissing down his neck. You suck on his collarbone and carress under his jaw, pleased by the whimpering sounds you are rewarded with.

“Undress me now.” he says hoarsely, pulling your hair to detatch your lips.

You leap embarrassingly fast towards his pants to do his bidding. Having disposed of them, you then unbutton the rest of his dress shirt, slowly peeling it off his broad shoulders. Reverently tracing your hands over the unique gold markings etched onto his skin, your marvel at the way his muscles tense and relax as you drag your fingers over his body. If you had the chance to, you’d sit and admire his torso all day, but right now you have a pressing need to satisfy the ache that has resettled between your legs.

Moving onto his boxer briefs, you trail your hands over the waist band and cup his bulge through the fabric. It feels heavy against your hand. You pull the boxer briefs down to his-mid thigh in one swift motion.

When his cock springs out from it’s confines your jaw hangs to the floor, eyebrows scrunching up in abject horror. That belongs in an AK47 briefcase. Not in somebody’s pants.

He lowers his boxer briefs all the way to his ankles before kicking them off, leaving him standing completely naked in front of you, a sight that you were openly relishing.

“It’s not gonna fit.” you pant, softly stroking him from root to tip.

He makes a sound somewhere between a chucke and a whine. “We’ll make it fit.”

His hips start to thrust into your hands as you squeeze his cock.

“Oh, that feels...” He replaces your hand with his own, fisting his dick as his eyes train on your soaking pussy. “I want to be a good boy for you, but I can’t wait.” He grips your calves, raising them to rest on either of his shoulders.

“Do you want my dick inside you?”

You nod frantically, rubbing your lips against the head of his cock to show him how badly you wanted it.

“Say it.” He hisses.

“Please Zhongli, I want you to fuck me so bad. Need to feel you cum inside.”

A pained whimper tears from his throat at your eagerness for him before he finally sinks inside. He’s so big that it’s slightly uncomfortable as your pussy adjusts to the size of his dick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

When he’s to the hilt he starts slowly rocking against you, making you whine as his tip massages the sensitive promimnence inside you.

His body trembles over you when you tighten around him. “Mhm sweetheart, it’s so good to be inside you- been dreaming about this, been wanting to breed you for years” he whimpers.

Inwardly, your jaw unhinges at his confession. Looks like your unrequited love wasn’t so unrequited after all.

“Need to be quiet, ‘kay?” You whisper, tenderly stroking his unruly hair from his face.

He nods and softly presses his lips to yours.

Then withdraws all the way out before slamming back into you.

He continues at this ruthless pace, using you as a fleshlight while lewd sounds pour from his lips. Your hand depart from his hair to wrap around his elegant neck, lightly squeezing when he jolts.

“Oh please y/n...thank you ma’am.” he chokes out, somehow pressing your bodies even closer together. His hands clutch onto your thighs for dear life as his pace grows irregular, his golden veins positively shining at this point.

Being able to witness the mild-mannered Zhongli succumb to such base instincts, and the knowledge that you’re one of the very few - if not only person to ever see him like this had your toes curling. When he harshly rubs his thumb against your clit you cry out, the knot of heat in your belly uncoiling as you grip onto his hair as an anchor as your orgasm rolls over you. It seems to last forever as wave after wave of pleasure overwhelms you.

“It’s so good,” Zhongli sobs, “the way your pussy is milking me is so good.”

His breath is hot against your neck as he looks up at you from half-lidded eyes.

“I’m close, yn, I’m so close.” He slurs, “am gonna cum so deep inside...”

He presses you completely into the wall, folding you under him (for reference, your legs r on his shoulders and ur kinda folded like a lawn chair rn) as he lets out a depraved moan. His hips stagger once, twice, before his body completely stops, laying flush against your own as his warmth floods you.

The magnitude of cum he gives you makes you moan from the sheer eroticness. It serves as proof of his virility and desire for you.

He keeps himself balls deep inside you, his cock still twitching even as his orgasm subsides.

Post-orgasm haze fogs your brain as you allow yourself to swim contently in the aftershocks until muffled voices from outside Zhongli’s office tethers you back to reality.

“Zhongli...? I’d stay like this all day if I could but the others will get suspicious.”

“Dearest...I can’t move.”

You gasp as you feel something expand inside you - subtle at first- but soon the stretch starts to burn. Zhongli’s cock feels as though it lodges itself even deeper inside you, making it impossible for any of his semen to leak out.

“I- am I being knoted right now?” You ask in disbelief, glancing down at Zhongli who’s now pointed ears have brightened to a dark red.

“My apologies y/n, I’m afraid I am unable to control it.”

You can’t help it, you burst out laughing.

“Don’t - worry - about - it” You choke out between a fit of giggles (more like villainous cackles but let’s keep it cute). “It’s quite pleasant actually.”

The inital burn has retreated, replaced by the feeling of being perfectly filled. The intimacy of the moment charms you, affection warming your heart as Zhongli looks down at you with a gentle gaze, lightly touching his hand to your cheek. Your heart flutters a little bit.

“It will be over soon, I’m sure.”

Another fit of laughter attacks you at his words.

“I’m sure?” you echo, “have you never done this before?”

“Never, an Adeptus can only mate one person in their life.”

“Oh!” you stare up at him, shocked. Of course the fact that he chose to mate you of all people makes you want to punch yourself to figure out if this is a dream or not, but his admittance of his virginity is what really has you reeling.

Althugh he is young-looking you always had a feeling that his appearance did not betray his true age. Based off of his personality and eating preferences alone you would have guessed he was at the advanced age of 70 years old and certainly not a virgin.

“Really? You’re quite handsome you know, I’m surprised you haven’t been fucked yet.”

His face morphs into a look bordering smugness and abject embarrassment. “Ah, thank you.”

You smile at him, touching your hands to his cheek as he did to you before.

“So, are we married now or something?”

Placing his hand over yours on his cheek, he leans down to press soft searing kisses over your temple.

“By human culture, yes we are married. However there is no such thing as divorce.” He says the word ‘divorce’ like a dirty curse. “You are shackled to me forever.”

“Hm, having your first time and wedding in a funeral parlor is kind of shitty then, huh.” You allow your expression to turn dramatically thoughtful. “Let’s just hope we don’t get fired.”

“ZHONGLI!!” A voice yells outside his office. “OPEN THE DOOR! IT’S LOCKED.”

His smile instantly disappears.

“Ms L/N? Are you going to tell the story or not” Paimon huffs, “you’ve just been staring into space.”

The complaint brings you back to the present.

“Paimon! Leave Ms L/N alone, she’s treating us today.”

They bicker back and forth while eating and you smile contentedly at the two of them.

Gently lifting one shoulder in a shrug, you breathe in the fresh saltiness of the oncoming wind from the harbour and revel in the lovely atmosphere of Liyue as your husband comes striding back to you with a satchel of noctilucous jade.

“Some memories are better kept to oneself.”

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