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midnightstarr20 · 1 year ago

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In the Office

office sex with Genshin men

warnings: fem reader, reader wears a dress, + thigh high socks in the second part, reader is shorter than the characters, slight thigh riding, reader gets picked up, fingering, cumming in pants, desk sex, slight exhibitionism, creampies, petnames

Diluc, Zhongli, Alhaitham, and Neuvillette are typically good at keeping their cool. Eyes sharp and focused on the work before him while you sit on his lap, waiting for him to finish up. You study the slope of his nose, the features on his face only you get to enjoy due to be so close, enjoying his company and him as always enjoying yours. It’s not boredom that causes you to start rocking yourself on his muscled thigh, it’s genuine want. You’re well aware of him attending to his duties but the more you look at him, and the more you wiggle in his lap the more you wonder if he could manage to take a little well deserved break despite almost being done. He shoots you a glance from the corner of his pretty eyes, a heavy puff of breath leaving his nose while you slowly swirl your hips, your hands moving to settle on his chest with a soft sigh at the feel of your pussy starting to work itself open on the wideness of his thigh.

“What are you doing, darling?” he ponders aloud, much too intelligent a man to not see your endgame here, a gentle dusting of pink already across the tips of his ears as he thinks about you working yourself up on his thigh. How he wonders what pretty underwear you’re wearing today.

“Just…..take a break with me?” you coo, it’s a bit pitiful how your voice sounds, the slight shakiness to it cracks his resolve easily. He would admit though, when it comes to you that is a regular occurrence. You lean in to him, pushing your tits against his bicep and effectively trapping his arm between himself and your tummy as you begin to pepper kisses to his sharp jaw. You smell like sugar, something honeyed and toasty that makes his mouth water and he imagines the way he could devour you right here in his office. The taste of your mouth on his is never a problem for him. You whimper under your breath when he flexes his leg, sliding his arm out from between your bodies to wrap around your waist and hold you tight, your eyes wide and doe like when he leaves his fountain pen clattered on the desk to cup your jaw and kiss you without a second thought.

He thought he was good at keeping his cool, except for when it comes to you. The grip he has on your thighs is near bruising, keeping them spread open on his desk that he yanked you up onto now rattling in the slightest as he pistons his hard and heavy cock into the creamy softness of your pussy. Your dress is bunched up around your waist, and the panties you were wearing (a pretty and delicate lace - his favorite) hang haphazardly off one of your ankles while your lover thrusts himself into you with low gravelly groans.

His biceps flex, his own jacket thrown onto the back of his chair in the heat of the moment. You whimper when he curls over you on the desk, opting to grab the edge of the wood behind your head for leverage - much like he would a headboard, and his movements grow heavier still, knocking you up harder on the surface while you arch into him with a cry. His sharp pelvis grinds achingly into your buzzing clit as he mouths at you like he’s seeking your lips, the delicious struggle to truly land any real kisses because he’s fucking you so well you whimper and keen loud enough where if anyone is walking by outside the doors they would know how you call his name and why you’re doing so. He notes the way you start to squeeze him, your legs now hooked around his waist and hands curled into the hair on the nape of his neck while your breathing grows panicked, watching your eyes start to glaze over as you hold onto him for dear life.

Your pussy gushes with a strangled gasp, the sweetest sounds of release he’s ever heard accompanied with the most perfect feel of you throbbing erratically around him, gripping his thick cock so tight it strains his thrusts into your walls but he doesn’t relent. Not while you’re beautifully crying his name to cum inside you, to fill you up, and he obliges quickly. The rapid rise of heat in him wound up tight now ready to snap at how well you take him. His balls are tight, heavy as they slap against your ass and he moans then, his cock flexing as it spurts deep into you, pushing himself in all the way until he feels like your body could melt him into nothing completely. He floods you, the thick white of his seed seeping out of the sides of your puffy lips, raw and twitchy as the frothy ring around the base of his cock webs between your bodies.

You’re gorgeous, spread on his desk with a heaving chest and a gooey smile as he tiredly leans in to kiss at your dewy jaw and rubbing his nose affectionately over your pulse point, thanking you in a gentle yet bemused tone for the suggestion to take a break. Only now, after he cleans you up and gathers his paperwork that scatters his office floor, he’s taking you straight home for the comfort of fucking you hard in his bed.

Kaeya, Ayato, Kaveh, and Wriothesley all quite enjoy the palpable neediness you exude from where you sweetly wait for him. You fidget in your spot on their comfy office couch, the soft material under your fingers as you trace mindless shapes into the fabric while you occasionally glance up at your handsome lover through your lashes. He’s awfully cute, sometimes it seems like there’s a permanent smirk on his lips while he works, just blowing through his paperwork like nothing - sure of himself and good at what he does. You swallow, looking back down at your lap where your thighs squish together under your dress and smoothing it out, a small wanting sigh leaving your lips. You then realize your mistake - not realizing he was already well aware of the signs of your growing ache, hearing a soft shuffle of papers and the creak of him sitting back in his sturdy office chair. You look up again and there’s a telltale pulse between your legs when he smiles at you.

“Come here, love.” his voice holds an edge to it, still as sweet and gentle for you as always but your goosebumps betray you and make the hair on your neck stand up as you move to where he sits. The way he’s seated is wide, his hand out and open for you to take as he pulls you into his lap and wraps an arm around you, settled under your chest as he puts his face in your neck. He inhales your scent, the pretty pastry like perfume you wear heavenly in his nostrils as you lean your head back with a soft happy noise. He chuckles, his other hand splayed on your belly to keep your pressed to him as he starts kissing a trail up and down the side of your throat. His eyes flit down your body and he takes in the softness of your skin, how your chest moves up and down to where he can see you rubbing your thighs together more and more, concealed under the hem of your skirts.

“Just wanted your attention.” you admit meekly with a small purse of your lips.

A finger comes up to stroke your jaw to turn your face to him and he hums, gazing at the way you blink back at him with parted lips that surely taste like spun sugar and he kisses you deeply. You always have his attention and the end of his work can surely be finished up this very moment. Hot and open mouthed kisses are continually exchanged as he moves a hand between your legs, your soft thighs clamping his wrist between them and he grins at how you break the kiss to gasp and bite at your bottom lip. He tilts his head in a way that makes you shy, his big hand rubbing at your clothing and slowly bunching it in his grasp to pull up until he has a view of your satin underwear that he notes has a sizable wet patch growing at the gusset of them. The soft lace at the top of your stockings that hug your thighs have him licking his lips without thinking, surely they’d be even more adorable when he has your ankles on his shoulders.

But for now as he returns to kissing you in his lap, he opts for sliding a hand across your lower tummy until he hears you whimpering into his mouth, a wordless plea to please touch you more. Your thighs widen for him as he slides his hand into the front of your panties and cups your soaked pussy. You ooze slick for him into his hand and he groans as his middle finger grazes along your puffy clit. You squeak and he coos, your flustered visage a delight as he strokes the nub a few times before sliding his finger into your plush walls. Your hips wiggle at the intrusion, your head fallen back onto his shoulder as he gathers more slick and a second finger is added - thrusting slow enough to make your head grow fuzzy and your lover grins at his pretty sweetheart falling apart so easily for him.

His cock is impossibly hard in his pants against your back, and he bites back a moan of his own when you arch and your ass rubs against his erection. His fingers thrusting into your gushing hole and your wanton cries only spur each other on as you writhe in his lap to feel his cock while your lover crooks his wrist to tap at the spot in you that makes your voice grow louder and lewder. The sticky, tacky wet sounds of your pussy taking his fingers while the heel of his palm grinds against your clit almost embarrassingly echoes in his office it seems. The sounds are accompanied by your whimpered calls of his name as your hand struggles to grasp his wrist and he pushes you closer to the edge of release.

Your mouth drops open when your climax washes over you, coating you in a hot wave of pleasure that makes your thighs shake and your walls grip his thick fingers like a vice as he continues to prod at your sensitive hole through the aftershocks. You cream around his digits with pitiful wails and his jaw is clenched as he groans shakily with a sudden orgasm of his own in his tight pants from your constant moving against him and the sight of your throbbing pussy still pushing out slick that dribbles down his wrist.

Your body goes lax in his lap and he presses a kiss to the glowing of sweat on your temple and you hum as he again wraps his arms around your waist to hold you. He murmurs lightheartedly into the shell of your ear at how naughty you were for distracting him in such a way. But now that you’re here, having you bent over his desk next will be the perfect ending to his workday.

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