#🌰.semi-public sex

[minkmousesworld]

tugs at hair in exasperation

gakuen au giyuu who dons a pretty sailor uniform <3 <3 <3 his dark blue skirt contrasts sweetly with his pale thighs, and your abrupt epiphany of how thick his thighs are in the middle of a lesson must be so inconvenient for you! his plump fat spilling from his stockings onto the seat invokes such a strong urge to fondle and paw at them, right?

poor baby definitely thinks you’re judging him though, do you dislike him? are his legs not sufficient enough to fulfill your desires? in shame, he turns up to school the next day in tights, dark fabric completely concealing his luscious thighs. desperately tries to make it up to you, if you’re not satisfied with his legs he must resort to hiding his legs to please you!

like!! giyuu beloved no!!!! your thighs save my life;;; (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)

oh, what to do now? you’re gonna have to tend to your precious lover, so self conscious about his body. no one can stand a day passing without seeing his thighs all wrapped flush from view, but he certainly catches your intense gaze on him,,,, although he may harbour doubts, he’s so flustered at the attention. absolutely unnerving, right? rubbing his thighs together, pressing his breasts together;;; delectable. we definitely must treat him to a nice time now!

the locker room during recess seems fitting enough. the sound of his queries about your intent bounce off the walls and resonate throughout ,,, guess he’s gotta hush down his cute sounds later. someone as pretty as him shouldn’t have to do so, but would he rather you take him in the middle of the classroom? let everyone see you fuck your gorgeous slut of a boyfriend? squeaks from giyuu answer your question sure enough when you press him up against a random locker and kneel down.

grgrgrgr feral crying,,,, i want to rip his tights off with my teeth,,,, his thighs would clamp on your neck at the sensation, it’s so overwhelming! he’s just not used to such promiscuous touches,,, no matter how much you fuck him dumb, shy reactions are never alien each and every time, hmm?

just how reliable are those words, though? when you’re met with his throbbing pussy uncovered; dripping his slick onto your face and lewd scents wafting from his hole, he’s just a needy cocksleeve to be used at the end of the day— no matter his reactions.

leave hickeys on his inner thighs, indulge in the scent of his hot skin, suck the sweat the cascades down his legs off; show your appreciation for him! giyuu rewards you with his squeals and moans very well, look how he’s enjoying it <3 to the side, you could spy his shirt and bra already discarded on the bench. giyuu has gone ahead to rid of them so he may pinch and rub his swollen nipples to distract him from the fact that you won’t fuck his cunt already! pink buds on his tits for the sole purpose of being played with— he should probably just stop wearing a bra if he gropes his own breasts this much.

our dearest also attempts to hump your face while you knead his thighs in hopes you’ll pay attention to his pussy, what a whore <3 yes, we can see the puddle of pussy juices pooling on the floor, but being ungrateful leads one no where </3 our baby has got to learn some manners! pin his hips to the cold metal to stem his movements. or don’t, if you enjoy him rubbing his pussy lips on you.

giyuu’s clit is so painful by the time you decide to nibble on it, and your fingers snaking into his cunt force his hands to seek the solace of latching onto the support of your head. someone is gonna discover the two of you if he keeps up his squirming, stop it </3 surely he wouldn’t desire to have a stranger see you eat him out while he caresses his breasts, yeah?

want to torture his cunt until every sensation is absolutely too boggling for him h,,, i’m a faithful pussy eater ʕʘ‿ʘʔ ensure that feelings of pleasure clog his womb and eventually explode in a fit of lust!! let him squirt his cum on your cheeks, giyuu deserves it <3 don’t stop just there though!! pull another orgasm out of him!! you can do it!! drool and tears are already mixing together, what’s more liquid to that?

overstimulation drives him to pry your head out of his pussy, it’s too much? he can’t take it anymore? yet he was practically begging for you earlier. our whore cant back out now— just relax, unravel that knot in his uterus and get him to spurt his sweet essence over you once more <3333 at the end he’s choking up thanks, so it’s all worth it!

clean him up afters, make him lick his cum off your face, kiss his neck for being such a good boy <3

but make sure he returns to class without his tights, nothing but his soaked skirt to obscure anyone else from spying on his raw cunt still dedicate from the plethora of orgasm <3 promise if giyuu goes through the rest of the day without leaking any of his pussy juices, maybe you’ll reward him by breeding him once the two of you return to the comfort of your home. surely, he’s pleased at such thought?

to feel his womb burst with your cum, both his pussy and cute ass fucked till they burn in the wake of desire? to have all his holes moulded to fit only you? perhaps at the end, you’ll grow sick of his slutty expressions and ride his face to revel at the way he gags? or how his throat bulges from your cock? giyuu can feel his lower body shiver at the thought of you pounding into him and filling him with your babies already <3 the thought of him attending classes with your seed still plugged inside him drives him crazy to no end.

nowadays, no one sees you two during break time anymore. only reports of seeing you rush into the locker rooms and exiting with giyuu on shaky legs can give them a clue on what happens then. it’s nigh routine to fuck his thighs, or his pussy in there. or on days when classmates notice giyuu has no bra on when they have pe? perhaps they already know why you tug him into the store room, his perky breasts are a shame to NOT be splattered in cum <3

-☆ no nie

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biting his thighs through his tights? leave bite marks on his skin while he shivers, wet and eager for your lips to touch his skin, but too shy to beg you for it, until it becomes so sufficient that he can only cling to your hair, mumbling something that you can only remotely recognize as a request to stop teasing him <333

when he whimpers, squeezing his chest to weaken the excitement — he is so rosy, seeing your look at his body, but it becomes so unimportant when you rub his painfully sensitive clit again, gently push your fingers inside and leave wet marks on his skin, turning him into an even more excited mess.

but giyuu, whose pussy easily becomes very squishy and he is very shy because of this, since even with the weakest excitement creates loud and "sloppy" sounds <333 he's so rosy when you tell him that his hole is very glad to see you while you rub him through his panties, soaking the fabric with his slick♡

he is constantly wet, so he needs to drink a lot of water, and you constantly make him spill water on his shirt, since he does not wear a bra during workouts </3

'faithful pussy eater' sounds like an achievement I want to get <333

[minkmousesworld]

everything you say makes me want to place your words into my pocket,,,, soft pat,,,, i truly love lingering about on your blog ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

and listen, kaeya. <3

that’s it! that’s the post everyone!

he’s such a dear <3 one will think that bastardly visage of charisma carries itself into the bed; but no! no no, i’m very sure he would want to be an absolute darling all vulnerable in your hands— surely, lifelong solitude would render someone like him an absolute mess for affection. your affection. your attention and touch and sweet nothings.

tell me why he wouldn’t want to seek endless respite within your embrace, despite his instincts to pull away and encase himself in icicles of distrust once more— he denies that urge because even if he deems himself unworthy of your love, a sinner that shouldn’t be blessed with mercy, he still desperately needs it. he craves you, your intimacy, your everything. and if you’re willingly to give him even a fraction of your affection, he’ll do anything to justify that, and vie for more.

if only you may love him more, if only if you may need him more, if only you won’t leave him ever. he’ll let you take as much as you want from him, more than he can give, he doubts you’ll be satisfied by any sentiment he can offer; just the thought of you wanting or needing something from him warms his heart dearly.

of course, this is a sign for you to enact your every desire with him. he’s your beloved, and your cute sex toy if need be.

what id do to drag him into an alley and have my way with him;;;;;

haha, what would others think of him, if they saw him like this? an absolute whore for your touch, perhaps a little disobedient despite his desires, but he’s just so cute, right? fucked up against the wall, his tight pants are all ripped so you can have your way with his cute ass. his leaking cock twitches painfully to be touched, the head already red and slick with precum. what would the old madame’s think of your lover, skin flushed and moaning and undignified, begging for you to fuck him more?

to slap his fat thighs, or his ass, his tits or his cock. he just wants more. what a great contender for a husband, they say. they’re definitely right, too bad you’ve snagged him for yourself now <3

fucking him in the alley is bliss though, seriously. ruining him in plain daylight, leaving him to muffle his own moans while you spread his legs further to pound into him? pinching and squeezing his nipple when he teases you on impulse, choking between pleas and whimpers about how you’re fucking him like a dog in heat? such a brat, guess you’ll have to leave him drenched in cum, yeah? like a pretty cocksleeve, the dreamiest there ever is.

milk him if you may, as well. force him to stand so you can ride him, and feel his cock stretch you out and fill you up. who’s the horny bitch now? the way he desperately bucks his hips into you and moans when you squeeze on him gives him away marginally. pull orgasm after him, one another another like the intricate bonding thread of a patchwork. he’s already begging for you to stop, everything hurts, he’s too sensitive. then why doesn’t he just pull out? his cum mixing with yours reverberates with squelching thrusts and leaks down his cock, to his balls, to his thighs— and he still continues to attempt to hump you while he senselessly drools and sobs, with hands gripping on your hips like a vice. he clearly wants more, so he should shut up and just spurt more inside you, right? anyone could spot the two of you breeding like rabbits any moment, he better hurry up!!

orrrrr,,, take him into the tavern to let him indulge for a bit, bond over a glass of wine (or any other beverage of your choosing). let him babble away about how jean sent him on a longgg and tiringg mission, or about how he successfully pulled multiple intel out of treasure hoarders. he’s so smug about it, but he’s done very well. what a good boy! guess he deserves a treat, yeah?

if dear kaeya is too absorbed in his rant, pouring your drink down his cleavage seems to bring him back to reality very well. surely, no one could ignore cool liquids trailing down their breasts, evident with how he squirms about as it trickles further and further, staining his shirt in their descending endeavours; and revealing the tanned skin of his tits all too delectably. what’s wrong? he cant handle the cold? (୨୧ᵕ̤ᴗᵕ̤)

aww, all his dignified jabs and comments have been replaced by flustered stammering! how adorable <3 but he would attract too much attention with this attitude, attention to a sight meant only for you. surely you’d be so kind as to help him clean up? go tug his drenched shirt away to lap away at the sweet liquid glistening on his breasts, though they can’t tantamount to his sweeter incredulous gasps. your tongue teasing his swollen nipples does starry wonders to him, he really enjoys this that much? he begs you not to be so rough with him, suck on his tits any harder and he might just lactate, haha. isn’t that a bigger reason for you to torment him though?

he’d probably cum in his pants at this sensation, not gonna lie. no matter how many times you fuck him stupid, he’ll still come at the lightest attention. that’s why he’s so beautiful <3 <3 <3

one of the patrons may notice how his usually pristine attire is now stained, or how his pants are darkened with something,,, unknown. perhaps jean will pick up on how he turns up to work with hickeys not hidden very well, ruffled hair, and shaky legs. if they do, they don’t comment on it. what’s the point of it, anyways? you’re sure probably sure to take it up a notch either way ˃̶̤́˘͈ᵕ˘͈˂̶̤̀

- star non nie

i’m absolutely OBSESSED with kaeya. he’s so. he’s. he’s so submissive and breedable <3 <3 <3 i wan t to litter lipstick marks all over his body and let him go about his business that way <3

,,,,, dearest,,,,, my lovely star,,,, my polar star,,,, you can't even imagine how mutual it is,,,,, mwah-

to be honest, when I saw Kaeya for the first time, I realized that this is an absolute malewife material... look at his waist and thick hips! even if it's a corset — it's even better, I absolutely adore looking at him <33

he has absolutely the same vibes as some fateful and unapproachable man who got married and is now constantly languidly teasing-seducing you... but at the same time, he is more cold-fatal, you know — when you feel that even with his smile, he looks like a perfect snow sculpture, honed to perfection.

but when he really smiles-

like stars

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: alcohol, they confessed their love to each other, I love metaphors

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬: maybe I can't write smut the same way you do, but I can always be soft and imagine how it all started before you started breeding like rabbits in every corner of Mondstadt </3

* I realized in the process of rereading that I want to write more smut about him, but I can't make a list of his kinks and ideas after a soft drabble... I will write a separate post on another blog and mention this one. Your post is so big and wonderful, I want to respond in kind </3

Unlike ordinary residents of Mondstadt, drunk with their freedom and happy, direct and sincere, Kaeya always looked different — like an ice king from an old children's fairy tale who just wanted love. Kaeya does not say that he wants love — he does not want a close relationship with anyone, playfully smiling at you when you drink together.

Mind games are not common in Mondstadt, they sing love songs and give dandelions here, but when he leans a little closer to you, saying something, while people are shouting and singing around you, you don't know whether it's better to play along with him or grab him and kiss.

Kaeya's eyes shine like stars in the night sky, and when you answer him something at random in response to his almost purring, something about going out to get some air, he smiles like a cat; and he rises easily, unobtrusively pulls you through the noise and songs, as if he hadn't just drunk a few bottles of wine before finally inviting you to look at the stars — amazingly beautiful today.

You want to ask 'if they are as beautiful as he is', but don't say, instead shifting your gaze to the stars, which, indeed, are amazingly beautiful today, but clean and cold, like frozen snowflakes decorating the frozen sky. It's as if the sky has stopped just for the two of you, and there is no one on the dark street, in the city and in the whole world who could see what you see.

It's like you're seeing something that was created just for you.

... Maybe there's something wrong with you and you're terribly ill, — that would explain a lot, — but when you kiss him, cool and soft, you don't think that something is wrong.

You've been courting each other for more than is customary, you're kissing for the first time in all that time, and maybe you should be at least a little disappointed that you've been going for this for so long, but he's so soft and pleasant, almost submissive, and if you knew anything more about the stars, you would say that he smells like them.

Or maybe you're just too drunk, or this moon, too bright and sharp, shamelessly exposing you to any casual viewer, affects you so much, but you kiss a little longer for the "first, tender kiss". When you pull his hair band, freeing his hair, gently combing it with your hand, or when you gently kiss his neck, too warm for normal, almost hearing how fast his heart is beating.

Of course, it's all alcohol — of course, it's not him who kisses you so desperately, as if his life depends on you, thoughtlessly seeking your warmth in the light of a too shameless moon. But you know that it's him — that it's him whispering your name, murmuring something, burying his face in your shoulder while you hold him tight.

And he's so soft and vulnerable, like fragile, tired and needy, and even if you know it's not alcohol, Kaeya easily copes with alcohol, you just stroke him, kissing from time to time, but feel like you're at home.

When he whispers that you need to move to another place, his house is warm and deserted, you agree. But you still kiss and hug wherever you can until you get there.

When you accidentally look at the stars while Kaeya is fiddling with the keys, you don't see this warmth, but you feel it.