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[whumpafterdark]

KS Interrogation: Part One


Content: Overstim, noncon, wetting self, dacryphilia, carewhumper themes, speculum, stretching, tearing

If you like this PLEASE reblog it or comment, we worked very hard on this + it fucked with our head so I think we deserve it!

Katya had been tied down in that room for hours, with no human interaction. She was beginning to wonder if she would be interrogated at all, when the door opened.

There was Mae. The notorious second in command of the KS.

If a higher up was here, Katya knew she was in trouble.

"Fuck you! Let me go! I'm not telling you shit!" She struggled angrily, hate in her eyes.

Mae just laughed as she approached her with a boxcutter.

"I don't break easy." Katya warned.

"Oh, I don't expect you to. But I will squeeze every ounce of resistance out of you, and you will break. You will tell us the location of the OFH headquarters, or you will never leave this room." Mae threatened.

Katya laughed. She had heard it all before.

Mae leaned in with the boxcutter. She braced herself for pain, watching Mae intensely.

Pain did not come.

Mae began to cut off Katya's shirt.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? STOP IT!" Katya yelled furiously, struggling, both to escape and to process what was happening.

This couldn't be happening.

"Oh, poor poor Miss Malinov, she knows what she's in for now." Mae teased, removing the woman's bra.

"I WON'T BREAK! I WON'T!" Katya steeled herself.

"But you will." Mae said as she cut Katya's pants and underwear off, leaving her fully exposed. She stuffed a gag in the thrashing woman's mouth, then put a strange device next to her hand- a button just in reach if she strained herself.

"If you're ready to talk, click this button and we will stop immediately, ungag you, and listen. But let it be known... pressing it without actually telling us anything useful will result in... damage." Mae warned.

The older woman knelt between Katya's legs and pulled something out of her pocket. It was small, maybe two inches long. Katya wasn't sure why, but she had expected something bigger.

"Oh, don't judge it by it's size, tsk tsk. You'll see." She thrust it into Katya's pussy, and Katya yelped in surprise, trying futilely to kick at her.

Mae pressed a button, and the thing turned on.

Pleasure shot through her as it vibrated, hitting every spot.

"Mmh- Nngh!" Katya protested, she hated that she liked how it felt. It felt good... it shouldn't feel good. Torture was supposed to hurt.

"Aw, you like it already, babygirl? That's only its lowest setting. You must be a virgin, hm?" Mae mused. Katya hated that she had guessed right.

Mae hit the button again, and somehow it got worse, making her buck and thrash. She wasn't supposed to like this. It wasn't supposed to feel this good.

"Hmm... is this enough? I think you need a bit more..."

Mae turned the setting up.

The pleasure was unbearable, almost painful already, as the vibrator hit nerves that Katya didn't even know she had.

"NNGHH- NNN!"

"Aww. Already? Just think... how you'll feel in hm. Ten hours." And with that, Mae left her there.

She had no idea how long it was before she started to cry, the pleasure turning into pain and overstimulation. Tears blurred her vision, time blurred together.

It hurt. It felt wonderful. It... she wasn't sure how it felt.

The door opened.

Had it already been ten hours?

"MMHNN!" Katya pleaded.

"Shhh, shhh." There was Jaide, kneeling next to her and brushing her hair from her face. "You're doing so good, baby. Just nine hours left to go."

Katya screamed, horror filling her at the idea she'd have to go through this ten times over.

"I know, I know baby. Are you sure you don't wanna talk? All this could be over. You and I... we could watch TV together under a blanket, let you recover." Jaide offered.

"NNGH-" Katya shook her head, a sob escaping her. It felt horrible. It felt amazing.

"How disappointing. You're a stubborn one." Jaide said. "I really hate to do this, baby." She pulled out a remote and turned the setting up once more.

Katya screamed. Her body was covered in sweat, and tears streaked her face.

"I'll be back in another hour, and we'll see how you're doing."

It was hell. At some point, Katya's bladder couldn't hold anymore, and she pissed herself all over her legs. It was humiliating, it was awful.

She cried into her gag, wishing she wasn't gagged so at least she could have the release of cursing. A few F-bombs would make this so much more tolerable.

Katya tried to count down the minutes, she really did, but it was near impossible, and after around two minutes she gave up. It hurt her brain.

"Oh, you poor, poor thing. You're really doing this to yourself? Look at you, you wet yourself." Jaide said with pity as she came in again, stroking Katya's cheek.

"MNNH- NNH!" Katya begged, she would do anything to make this stop. Anything but betray her teammates, anything but put lives on the line.

"You're doing so good, shhh. Shh." Jaide stayed with her for a minute, taking some wipes from her pocket and gently wiping off her legs. "There you go, good as new hm? Just eight more hours. I'll be back in two." She clicked a button on the remote, and the pain got worse somehow.

Katya almost missed her when she left. She didn't want to be alone- she didn't want to go through this alone.

Her voice had gone hoarse, every scream and every cry hurt to make, until finally, she couldn't speak at all, even if she wasn't gagged. Her throat felt raw and sore from sobbing and begging.

She felt dizzy, nauseous, lightheaded. She was worried she might pass out, or throw up into her gag and choke herself to death, but neither of those things happened.

Finally, Jaide came back in. She sat down next to Katya's violently shaking form, wiping sweat off the woman's brow.

"You're so strong... so brave. Doing so good for me. Do you think you can take six more hours?" Jaide asked softly, wiping drool off Katya's chin.

Katya stared up at her pleadingly, unable to cry out for help.

"I wish we didn't have to do this to you, baby. You're such a sweet girl, it's such a shame. And so young, too. I remember when I was twenty-two." Jaide cooed at her.

"Tell you what. It wouldn't hurt to take the gag off just for a minute. You've been doing so good." Jaide gently slid the gag down to Katya's chin.

"Hurts- nnhh," Katya whispered hoarsely.

"I know, baby, I know. Are you sure you don't want to tell us?" Jaide asked, her brow laced with worry. "This could all be over. I could get you some nice hot tea and a heating pad."

"Nnnoo," She sobbed weakly.

"Have it your way, dear," Jaide put the gag back on despite Katya's struggling and whimpering. And then she left, and Katya was all alone again.

Her consciousness started to fade from the constant assault, and at some point, she passed out. When she woke back up, it hadn't stopped, she was still in constant pain and pleasure.

She considered, desperately, pressing the button. The pain would stop... the nightmare would be over. But all her friends would be dead in hours. So she didn't dare.

Katya's brain was muddled, it was hard to think about anything other than the horrors she was going through. It seemed to be days, weeks maybe, before the door opened again and Jaide came in.

"You almost didn't make it, hmm? But you did. It's been ten hours. Hold on, sweetheart, I'll let you go." Jaide ungagged her, wiping more drool and sweat from her face, and then finally, finally, turning the vibrator off and taking it out.

"You did so good, so good. It's just too bad that Mae's on her way with your next ordeal... Are you sure you don't want to spare yourself?" Jaide stroked her hair.

"Nnnnnooo," Katya said through frightened tears. She was so, so sore.

"Oh... you poor baby. I'll tell you what. Since you did so good, I'll hold your hand during this next part, okay?"

Katya was too exhausted and scared to protest, even though she absolutely hated Jaide and her manipulation.

The door opened again. Mae came in.

Holy shit.

The speculum she was holding was huge.

Katya struggled, her eyes going wide with anxiety. Jaide tsk tsked at her, sitting down next to her and holding her hand tightly, as if scared for her in some deep dark part of her fucked up brain.

"You made it through. I'm impressed... have you ever had a child, Miss Malinov? No? You're about to get a taste of that pain." Mae said as she approached.

"Nnngh," Katya protested weakly.

"Oh, can we keep her ungagged? She's been so good." Jaide said hopefully.

"Fuck no. I don't wanna hear her scream all day, it'll hurt my ears." Mae growled.

"I guess," Jaide shrugged, putting the gag back in Katya's mouth despite her tired protests, and continued holding her hand, and stroking her face.

Unlike Jaide, Mae didn't talk much. She simply started to push the long speculum into Katya's sore and aching pussy.

"NN- NNGHH!" Katya screamed into the gag, the cold metal felt terrible as it went deeper into her.

"It's in. Now, let's see if we can get it to fourteen inches before you pass out." Mae said simply.

Katya must have misheard that. There was no way she could stretch that far.

No. She couldn't.

There was an impossible building pressure in her as Mae began to open the speculum. Fuck.

"MMNH! MMH!" Katya sobbed as it opened even wider.

"That's four inches." Mae noted.

"Shhh, shh. You're being such a good girl." Jaide wiped more tears from Katya's cheeks.

She cried out in pain as Mae widened it, feeling cool air inside of her- it felt awful.

"Five inches, not even halfway done." Mae warned.

"Mmh-" She protested, bucking to try to get it out of her.

Katya screamed, her vision blacking out for a few seconds as the pain got worse and worse.

"Eight inches." Mae noted.

She sobbed in horror as she realized how open, how exposed she was now.

"Shh. You're doing so good." Jaide squeezed Katya's hand.

"NNNGH! HHHHNNNH!" She wailed as it was opened more. Jaide smiled down at her lovingly, playing with her hair.

"You've always been my favorite, y'know." Jaide murmured.

"Ten inches." Mae grumbled. "You're bleeding."

"No shit, Mae, you're hurting her." Jaide said worriedly.

"That's the FUCKING POINT!" Mae yelled angrily.

"I know, I know. It's just such a shame. Isn't she just the prettiest?"

"Yeah, yeah."

Katya cried out into the gag, her voice starting to die again as she gave a weak scream. The pain got worse and worse until she felt herself tear and rip.

Oh, God.

"There we go. Fourteen inches. I can fit both hands in there." Mae said thoughtfully before plunging her hands in, just to feel around before taking them out.

"You poor, poor girl. Shhh, shh. Can't we give her a little break now, Mae? I just want to take care of her for a little bit, she's so sweet." Jaide negotiated pitifully.

"Shut up. I'm not feeding your weird kink with Miss Malinov." Mae snapped, and Jaide harrumphed.

Mae stood up, her gloved hands bloody.

Katya's vision was going in and out. She felt lightheaded.

"Oh, sweetheart, stay with us." Jaide said worriedly.

"Nnngh," Katya said anxiously, her wide teary eyes catching glimpses of Mae looking over her before she passed out.

[yami-heart]

medfet and liking organs in general is SO WEIRD i literally just had multiple orgasms about some guy's insides

[lemontongues]

directly faced my trauma for the first time since my actual Trauma Response suddenly started rearing its head like 3 years ago and went to the gynecologist for my annual today! it went very well :] i was like "hey these are the accomodations i need" to the nurse and she went to check with the doctor and came back like "she said 'whatever floats your boat'" lmfao

[wanderestless]

a bonus feature of living through things is that you get phantom pain in other ways that are related but make no sense

[nelfs]

on the same tangent, I’m glad that IUDs work for some women but I am absolutely and positively terrified of them. hearing about the procedure and how many women pass out/bleed for months afterwards/experience excruciating pain in general really makes me nauseous. the idea of having something forced thru my cervix (and strings hanging down!!) just really makes me feel sick …. Not in a “women shouldn’t do that” way but in the same way SAW movies make me feel ill. it is genuinely fucking barbaric not to sedate people beforehand or provide meaningful painkillers

[eileennatural]

i know i should probably stop oversharing here to this degree but i have to get my first pap smear today i'm so nervous

[soullesstomatoes]

smear test was Bad,,,, i wasn’t able to ask for a smaller speculum, it hurt a LOT and now I’m bleeding a ton and feeling dizzy

[eating-sim0n]

Got my iud in. Genuinely horrendous. Yapping in tags

[littlestfuzz]

Gaping or prolapse kink? Anal or vaginal

Send me a kink and I’ll rate it! 

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

no tea no shade but it is not for me sorry. most of the time I prefer insides to stay on the inside

THAT BEING SAID, there is a very slim area here where vaginal gaping can be very hot in the right context. having a character get penetrating by a large invisible force, letting you see their insides all stretched out, is reallyyyy nice.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

How it's going as a trans person in Florida: Planned Parenthood, 26Health, and Spektrum Health have announced they have paused all gender affirming care.

To recap, DeSantis signed several anti-trans bills into law this week. Care is banned for minors, care is all but banned for adults, Don't Say Gay has been extended, children can be kidnapped from affirming parents by non-affirming family, and there is a bathroom bill that subjects trans folks to arrest for using government owned facilities, such as those in courthouses, airports, many stadiums and parks.

The adult effective ban was felt immediately. The main elements are:

signing at every visit an in-person informed consent form created by the state

all care come from physicians instead of nurse practitioners

no telemed for gender-affirming care

Currently, it is unknown if existing HRT prescriptions written by NPs will be honored by pharmacies. I personally know one person who was able to pick up testosterone yesterday, but I have also read many reports of folks being denied. I myself don't have a refill ready for another 10 days and will report back after I try my own pickup.

What's additionally dangerous is those of us, myself included, who get non-HRT prescriptions from our gender clinics now face the uncertainty of continuing of *all* of our medical care. Our health clinics are at risk of shuttering permanently as they lose major income, and many of us will lose STD meds, depression meds, heart meds, etc, etc.

When we say "this will kill us," it goes beyond suicide risk from forced detransition.

"But you can still get HRT from a physician."

So many suck or are outright hostile and the demand outstrips the supply. Before I found my NP-run clinic, one physician just decided to not call in my Rx, another was so shit at reading lab results, he thought I had hepatitis, and the third I had to threaten to kick in the teeth for trying to force too large a speculum in me.

Also, the state-required consent form has not been finalized and distributed yet, so at this point, everything has pretty much ground to a halt.

It was estimated that 80% of trans adults would lose their healthcare because of how many use providers like Planned Parenthood, but the impact seems even greater now.

"You can get your non-gender care elsewhere still."

DeSantis recently signed a bill that allows healthcare professionals to discriminate against trans people.

Sure, we can try to find care elsewhere, but it will be a slow and expensive process, with no guarantees. It took me over 20 years to get my heart condition treated because of transphobic doctors.

What can I do as a trans Floridian?

Stay in communication with your clinic - many are working on getting physicians added to the roster to prescribe HRT. Lawsuits are being filed and it's possible the changes to adult care can be rolled back.

Continue to try to pick up your meds, but begin looking for care elsewhere, though. Inside and outside the state.

Remember that while telemed for gender affirming care has been banned, you can still cross state lines for care. See Erin's map of informed consent clinics.

Many people will turn to DIY, but be sure you are aware of the risks here, especially if on testosterone, which is a controlled substance.

What should I be worried about next as a trans Floridian?

I worry about the following next steps towards genocide:

Banning getting care out of state. This is from the anti-abortion playbook. They will likely start with kids again, but we've seen how quickly adult care gets axed.

Being declared mentally incompetent or a risk in some way. This could be anything from being barred from gun ownership to not being allowed to work for the government.

Being declared a de facto predator. This has already happened with the latest bathroom law (cis people can eject trans people from government owned single-gender facilities, with arrest as a penalty), so watch out for it being applied to privately-owned facilities. Watch for discussions of official lists of trans people.

Gender presentation enforcement laws, essentially banning "cross dressing". Laws that block or rollback documentation changes.

These all have historic precedence and are huge "I'm in danger" red flags.

What can I do as a cis person?

Amplify all this news. Talk frankly about how this is genocide. And donate what you can to trans mutual aid campaigns so people can travel to get healthcare or even leave the state.

Here's some articles to get started on building awareness:

Take care, everyone, of yourself and each other.

[sorrowandpride]

Genuinely curious who tf the standard sized speculum is designed for, because it's been my and (based on what I've read) other women's/trans men's/non-binaries' experience that it's a fucking reverse bear trap.

[dumbbitchgalore]

Okay. Alright. Okay. Hear me out. Old man Price with a breeding kink.

Him being so fucking pissed that his useless cock can't do anything right but then one day realising it can still dump his seed into his birdie and he just gets obsessed needing to fill her up at every opportunity.

If she did get pregnant he would just love it SO much because well now everyone can see that she belongs to him and he gets to use her whenever he wants it's the most socially acceptable way to claim her entirely, make sure everyone knows she is his.

Him whispering the entire time he is buried inside her that he can't wait for her to be all big and round so everyone can see her filled with his baby.

I have had this in my drafts for literally forever, looking at it and going back and forth with answering it but here it is anon!!

I feel like John would fill up a shot glass with his cum and using a a speculum to open up your pretty little cunny before he dumps his cum directly into your hole.

It becomes a ritual on days that John cannot get hard and just needs to see you filled up no matter what.

He'll make you watch him jerk off as you sit in front of him eagerly waiting to be bred by him. He'll smack your hand away if you try to touch him which brings out a desperate whine out of you and a chuckle out of him.

Days like these are cherished by John because reminds him of your love and devotion to him despite of the flaws that others might see.

You keep him grounded as you've made him yours.

[konigsblog]

been thinkin about doctor!König do a thorough clit exam, teasing and pinching it until it gets all swollen and achey with arousal 🥺 swearing that it’s all routine and a part of a normal sexual wellness exam!!!

doctor-könig and student-horangi... :33

;doctor-könig lets his student learn using you.

cw: medical play, abuse of authority, non-con/dub-con/rape, touchy and perverse behaviour.

dark content. dead dove: do not eat. 18+ 🔞

doctor-könig who invites horangi in to watch as he treats his favourite patient.

you lay flat on your back against the medical bed, your panties on the floor, your thighs spread open and your pretty cunt staring right back at them. könig can't control himself from being disgusting with you — he abuses his authority as your doctor, slapping your cunt whenever you don't listen and begin squirming, shaming you for not being ready for his touch.

könig pulls the curtain over your stomach, so that you're unable to see what him and horangi are doing. he tells you it must be due to the eye contact, or because you can see horangi's eyes lingering on your sweet, precious cunt, telling you it would be better to close the curtain to avoid you from getting nervous.

although, it's not because of that. it's so that horangi is able to record and jerk off at the sight.

doctor-könig tells you it's mandatory for him to taste you, to feel around using his fingers before he uses the speculum. you whine and whimper, biting you bottom lip to silence your mewls and loud, pleased noises. könig's tongue flicks back and forth, pressing against that gummy area on your cunt, collecting your sweet juices.

student-horangi watches whilst holding his dick by the base. watching könig lick and stroke your cunt using his gloved fingers, against your sensitive clit leaves horangi sore with pleasure. könig lets you know that he has to check your pussy to make sure you're able to have sex, to be penetrated...

your stomach churns with your anxieties, and before you're able to protest, horangi prods against your wet hole and pushes deep inside, his fingers grasping at the flesh on your thighs, leaving indents from his grip as he thrusts deep inside.

the sounds of könig's praises and sweet words encourages you to keep going, to let the student learn using your slicken, drooling pussy. he watches as your eyes roll back, cunt getting filled with horangi's thick cum, before pulling out, leaving your cunt dripping as he heaves and pants, spurting the last of his release all over your weeping heat. :(

[dreadclinic]

Gave myself an inspection today, wore latex gloves as i used a vibe with a speculum inside me stretched achingly wide. Underwent a breeding procedure with a tentacle dildo attachment on my fucking machine and then made myself give birth. I used an inflatable toy inside me, inflating it larger and larger so it ached so badly and stung as i tried to push. I slid in one blade of my forceps underneath the inflatable plug and i used it to move it inside, aching so badly. I used my vibe until i couldn't help but push, and i tugged on the forcep with my muscular contractions so when i came i gave birth to the toy and the forcep with it. so good TT_TT my abdomen is so achy now after my invasive procedure c:

[catscidr]

˖ ࣪⊹ ౨ৎ 𝐤!𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟏: 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐤!𝐧𝐤 // — 𝐟𝐭. 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐮/𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢.

i. note — OFF TO A ROUGH START the kenny/geto fic ended up being a whopping 4,5k so i edited it down to be roughly 2k (the full ver is gonna be on ao3 though!) so if the writing seems funky That's Why + im still not completely used to writing smut yet. similar thing kinda happened w zhongli but i went fuck it we ball so im sry if the smut feels short bare with me. im stressed. ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) anyways pls enjoy and happy kinktober lads ii. includes — amab!kenjaku (geto's appearance), zhongli. afab!reader iii. cw — kinda mean dom!kenjaku, he's referred to as suguru for Reasons, dubcon bc power dynamics, manipulation, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, one singular cl!t slap, praise and degradation, he's a yapper. -> can very well be read as a mean!suguru/reader if u choose to ignore that one line about his forehead lol — soft dom!zhongli, hu tao cameo, praise, fingering, some whimpering, piv, implied multiple orgasms, a lil breathplay, he nuts dubiously fast, implied round 2 iv. wc — 4,3k -> ao3 link for the full kenjaku fic here!

— 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆./𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐮.

“So, according to your medical records, you’ve never had a pap smear. Is that correct?” 

Your blood runs cold. Shit, I didn’t think he would bring THAT up during a normal, unassuming routine checkup. I’m so fucked. 

“Ah, um... no, I haven’t,” you respond sheepishly, clenching your teeth so hard you wonder if he can tell just how hard you’re trying not to bolt out of the door. 

If he wasn’t a medical professional, Suguru would have made a fine actor; and so, as all normal doctors do, he belts you with numerous questions you loathe answering, one of them being the infamous; 

“Are you sexually active?” 

Swallowing down the urge to flee the scene, away from those stupid fluorescent lights and that irritating cleaning solution smell, you answer as normally as you possibly can. “I have been, but-” 

“Have you been made aware that all female bodies that have been sexually active should get a pap smear as soon as they turn 21?” he adds, jotting something down in his notes—your personal file, you assume. 

You gulp, internally thinking of excuses to worm into the conversation. “I have, yes. But Doctor Ieiri told m-” 

“I’m sorry, but I am not Doctor Ieiri. I want the best for my patients, even if some procedures can be uncomfortable. That’s just the way life is; but I’ll do my best to accommodate your needs.” Suguru gives you a patient smile and a nod, though he was firm and, honestly, quite stubborn. 

Relenting, you murmur a quiet ‘okay’, already justifying this, telling yourself that it could be worse. You could be getting a pap smear from an old man that still believe women shouldn’t be allowed ibuprofen when getting an IUD inserted. 

“Great! Then please take off your pants and underwear. I’ll step out to give you some privacy.” Suguru flashes you an award-winning smile as he leaves the vicinity, drawing back the light curtain that separated his actual office to the examination room. 

All blood drains from your being as you listen to the sound of his footsteps fading, and instead you’re met with heavy, oppressive silence. 

... 

You knew getting a pap smear would be uncomfortable, that much was a given, but you didn’t think it would be near as humiliating as this. Doctors witness people both inside AND out, day and night; so pray tell, why were you sweating bullets at the prospect of your doctor doing his job? Was it because he was infuriatingly attractive and the thought of someone like him performing your pap smear was enough to get your blood rushing south? 

(Obviously.) 

“You’re doing great,” he coos encouragingly. “Do you need a moment?” 

You blink away the tears that glossed your eyes, and nod sheepishly. He flashes you a smile and gently pulls out the speculum. You wince, but the sting wears off quickly. As a silent apology, he slides the hand that rested on your stomach down until it reaches your pelvis and applies slight pressure. 

“Deep breaths.” 

You inhale slowly, eyes fluttering shut. Right when you started to feel calmer, you jolt; his thumb brushes against your clit, a movement that seemed too calculated to be an accident. Your eyes snap open and as you look down, you’re met with his eyes piercing into yours as he continuously rubs you, almost casually. 

“W-Wha-” 

He shushes you by pressing his thumb down firmly, earning himself a nice, breathy whimper. 

“You need to relax. Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, lips curling upwards. 

Your eyes zero in on the way his thumb smears your slick all over your clit— and his hand. You’re so wet that you can hear your pleasure, squelching noises violating your ears with the repetitive movements of his thumb, and you feel the coil inside of you tighten in tandem with his fingers. Tighter and tighter, aggressively shoving you towards your rapidly incoming climax. 

And God the latex of his glove rubs against your skin so deliciously. Your hips roll up to meet his hand for more stimulation you don’t even think you can handle. You’re so lost in the pleasure he’s giving you that you don’t even notice how desperate you look until he laughs, the noise sounding so incredibly sweet in your ears despite your humiliating predicament. 

Straightening his back, Suguru breaks eye contact to peer down at your slick cunt. “You’re dripping so much it’s getting on the table. Did you even notice you were this aroused, or were you too focused on drilling holes into me to realize it?” He scoffs, decidedly amused at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing while he continues to stimulate your needy clit. 

You want to deny his (correct) assumptions, to pull away and leave this damn building until further notice, but God was he skilled with his hands. His fingers were dangerous, lethal even. 

“I’m n-” 

Your breath hitches when he smacks your clit, his sharp brows furrowing as he sneers at you and your blissful expression betraying what you wished to say. It shouldn’t, but the sight turns you on in a way you’d never say without squirming in shame. “Don’t lie to me now. How long have you been wet for?” 

Shaking your head, you purse your lips in a tight line, ashamed to admit that you had been ever since he first started the examination. 

Scoffing, he stands up, towering over you from between your legs. He leans over you, cupping your face as he forces his thumb past your lips, making you taste yourself and the polymer fabric of the glove on his thumb. 

“You didn’t think I’d notice? You started fidgeting quite a lot once I started the checkup. Was it the proximity? Do you find me so attractive you forget how to act normally?” he gloats, pushing his thumb down onto your tongue. Looking up at him through dewy eyelashes, you swallow the saliva that pools in your mouth.

He grins, lowering his face closer to yours; some strands of his hair come undone from the bun, and you feel drawn to his gaze. You can’t look away—neither figuratively or literally. You stare into his eyes, drinking in the sight of his picturesque features, and that painful-looking but intriguing scar running across his forehead. 

(You’re not sure you would look away even if you had a choice, anyways.) 

“Do you have a fetish for doctors or something? How filthy,” he croons. “Or is it my gloves? Do you like feeling my hands prodding at your cunt? And here I was, trying to be useful.” When you whimper around the thumb in your mouth, he knows he’s guessed correctly. 

(He’s so pretty. Vague images of him—his hands—appear in your mind. You want him to pin your wrists together while he fingerfucks you, you want him to wrap a hand around your throat while he scissors you open, you want—) 

He uses his free hand to glide it between your legs and slides his fingers up and down your slit to collect your juices. It drips down his fingers, past the polymer of his glove down to the porcelain skin beneath it. “I bet there isn’t going to be any resistance when I slide my fingers in,” he pulls out his thumb from your mouth and smears your saliva on your lips, then cups your cheeks with said hand. “Want to find out?” 

You gasp when he pushes his ring and middle fingers inside simultaneously as your walls flutter so nicely around them—with the dexterity of, well, a doctor, he quickly finds that spongy spot inside of you and abuses it until you’re a writhing, squirmy mess. 

Moans slip freely from your tender lips, a cacophony of wet slaps and ‘ah! ah!’’s echo in the room while Suguru drinks in the sight of your body submitting up to him. 

“There you go, wasn’t this worth putting your trust in me?” he uses the opportunity to slip two fingers inside of your mouth with the hand that held your face, muffling your slutty moans. “Aren’t you glad you let me do your pap smear? Aren’t you glad I could tell how badly you wanted this?” 

A choked whimper rips through you when he begins to use his thumb to rub your clit at the same time as he bullies his fingers in your wet pussy. His lips stretch into a sinister grin as he watches you struggle to catch your breath; you were so overwhelmed your head spun, oxygen failing you. 

You latch your hands around his forearm and wrist as you try to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure; though your attempts are in vain. “P-Please! I can-can't take much... more...!” you manage to choke out. 

He laughs, his own breathing becoming shallower and shallower the more he pushes you near the edge of your orgasm. “I don’t care, I’ll make you take it if I have to. Come on, you can be good for me, can’t you?” 

You drool around the fingers he kept in your mouth as tears threaten to slide down your cheeks, overwhelmed with how much he kept rubbing you from the inside and out. Cracking your eyes open, you take a peek at the mess between your legs, and immediately clench around him when you catch but a glimpse of the mix of dried and wet slick on his blue glove. 

He notices and slows down the rhythm of his fingers thrusting inside you, letting you catch your breath for a moment. “So filthy,” he hums condescendingly. “Since you love my hands so much, you won’t mind cleaning them off, right?” 

Your poor, fucked-out brain doesn’t have the time to process what he meant before you whine at the loss of his thick fingers inside your cunt and then are immediately met with those same fingers thrust past your lips, making you gag around them. The tangy taste of your juices hits your tastebuds as you wrap your tongue around them, dutifully doing as he asked. 

His sharp eyes meet your own cloudy ones, seemingly satisfied. “Good girl,” he coos. “Who would have known that someone like you would get off to sucking off a glove.” You whine, holding onto his free hand to bring it between your legs, batting your eyelashes up at him needily.  

“Hm? Does my filthy little patient want to cum?” You shudder as he drags his fingers up and down your cunt, collecting your slick to flick your clit. You choke around the fingers in your mouth, whining, almost crying, and your eyelids flutter shut, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you finally surrender yourself to him. 

“Of course she does.” He plunges three fingers inside your cunt, bullying them in and out over and over and over until you can’t even lick and suck on his fingers anymore. You’re too busy letting out loud moans as he abuses your sweet spot endlessly; long forgotten are the worries that plagued your mind earlier. All you could think of was Suguru, Suguru, Suguru. 

A shudder runs down his spine as he watches you writhe in pleasure, and for a moment he imagines just how much worse you would look if he had teased your tits or kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. If the tip of his cock kissed your g-spot instead of his fingers. 

(Maybe he should bribe the secretary and make her schedule your next doctor’s visit with him instead of Ieiri.) 

“That’s it, come on. Cum on my fingers.” Your lips wrap around the fingers in your mouth, teeth grazing them just barely as you try to contain your moans.  

Unable to contain yourself any longer, you clench around his gloved fingers as he continuously rubs up into your sweet spot. The coil in your abdomen snaps; slick gushes out of you, forming a thin sheen on his fingers. 

“F-Fuck—!” With trembling thighs, you gush and moan; Suguru pulls his hand away from your face, cooing sweet nothing into your ears that your brain can’t even process while thrusting his digits into you at a slower pace to drag out your orgasm. After almost wringing his fingers dry with how hard you came, you lay numb on the examination bed, chest heaving while you try to catch your breath and come to your senses. 

Your eyelids flutter open just in time to watch your doctor lick his gloved fingers clean, humming as he tastes your juices. “Sweet,” he hums, never breaking eye contact with you. “Here, since you loved them so much.” With swift movements, he tosses his gloves on your chest, grinning at your astonished expression. 

“Well, nothing’s wrong with you,” he says as he stands tall, rolling his shoulders to lessen the strain from being hunched over you for a solid ten minutes. When you respond with nothing but a quiet, blissed-out ‘huh’ he scoffs, decidedly amused. 

He clarifies, voice light and casual. “The pap smear. Nothing abnormal in there.” 

Feeling your face heat up, you’re unsure if you should curse out or thank Doctor Ieiri for taking a vacation at the same time you needed to schedule your annual checkup.

— 𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢.

You don’t know what you’ve done in your past life for Celestia to reward you with the most caring, loving boyfriend in the world but you’re not complaining—not one bit. 

Even something as banal as waking up next to him is a blessing in it of itself; watching his hair drape over bare shoulders, locks shimmering like a river of gold beneath the sun’s rays peeking through your curtains—you could die happy if it meant dying at his side. 

You get to admire him when he goes through his—your morning routine. Brushing your teeth together, cooking and then eating breakfast together, basking in the lively sounds of the city beneath your patio as you engage in easy, comfortable conversation with none other than Rex Lapis while you eat. 

The one thing you’re certain you would never tire of—not that you’d get tired of anything when it came to him either way—is watching him get dressed. 

There’s something so comforting and entirely domestic when it comes to helping your lover slip out of his pajamas and into his day clothes. Kisses are a common form of currency between you two, exchanged gingerly when you hand him an article of clothing. He never fails to make you feel loved, and you bask in the affection like a cat sprawled out beneath a window on a sunny afternoon. 

Though, one sure-fire way to obliterate the cozy atmosphere within your flat is, you’ve recently discovered, to stare at Zhongli just a liiittle bit too hard when he gets dressed. 

Specifically, his arms and hands. 

Strong, scarred biceps that used to reshape the mountains of Liyue leading to elegant, lithe fingers. Sleeves that hide intricate, delicate black and grey markings on his arms that fade into a rich golden yellow, adorned with veins of the same color that make him look even more expensive than he already does. 

But when he adds the finishing touch and slips on those pretty gloves with his rings? 

It’s like you just defy all normal bodily functions and start ovulating even if you’re nowhere near that part of your cycle. 

“Dearest? You’ve been zoning out a lot lately, is everything alright?” 

...Though, of course, Zhongli hasn’t been up to date with your newly raging hormones because how are you supposed to tell him you can’t help popping a metaphorical boner every time he puts his gloves on.

“You’re fi—I mean, I’m fine! Yes. Everything’s okay!” 

He is the concept of temptation itself. You’re certain that if you had a dick, you would have passed out cold on the floor from your blood rushing down to your hard-on every time you merely lay eyes on his beautiful self.

And it’s gotten even worse these last couple of days; all because he cupped your cheek one morning before he left for the funeral parlor, and left a salacious kiss on your lips that left more than just your usual desire brewing in your abdomen. The material of his gloves left your skin feeling pleasantly tingly for a reason you couldn’t explain.

….Those stupid gloves.

“I can tell something’s bothering you.” Long legs stride over the bed as he closes the distance between you two. “What’s wrong?” 

He’s half-dressed, with his tie slung around his nape and both his vest and tailored coat lying flat on your shared bed, next to where you sat. You sheepishly avoid eye-contact; with how perceptive he is, you wouldn’t be surprised if he hit you with a nonchalant ‘hey babe are you turned on because of my hands and gloves?’ 

No.

Yes.

“It’s nothing,” you hum. “You should finish getting dressed, don’t you have a meeting in half an hour? Director Hu won’t be happy if you-” 

Zhongli places his thumb and forefinger on and beneath your chin, gently tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “That’s not what I asked, darling.” You suppress a gasp; but focusing on anything but the scrumptious man in front of you is a task more daunting than Sisyphus having to carry that stupid boulder up that stupid mountain. 

“Promise you won’t laugh.” Your voice comes out so meek you fear he might make you repeat yourself, but ever the gentleman, Zhongli merely hums, coaxing you to continue. “I won’t,” he says softly. 

You swallow, clearing out your throat before speaking. “It’s, uh,” you murmur. “Your gloves are... nice...”

Unable to hold his gaze, you look away. The warmth of the morning sun beating on your back isn’t entirely helping your situation, as beads of sweat form at your hairline from the sheer pressure he kept over you. Curse his Archon blood.

But Zhongli merely stares, lids relaxed as he tries to dissect you with his eyes. “They are, thank you,” he chuckles quietly, lips curling up into a soft smile. “Are you sure that’s everything, though? You know you can tell me anything, right my dear?” 

“Um,” you deflate, partly wishing for that to be the end of it. “...Are you sure you won’t laugh?” 

“I promise,” he confirms. 

Huffing, you internally think of how much mora you would have to take out of your savings to get a name change and disappear off the face of Teyvat if he ends up going back on his promise. 

“Your gloves,” you reiterate slowly. “I like them. A lot.” 

He blinks, expression entirely unchanging as he keeps staring. He tilts his head, wordlessly expressing complete and utter confusion.

“They’re, uh... I’m just.” You clench and unclench your hands at your sides, too aware of his calm breathing compared to your erratic heartbeat. “...Youmakemehorny.” 

With your fists clenching the sheets and your gaze firmly planted on the wall, you fail to notice the amused quirk of his lips and his shoulders bobbing up and down from holding in his laugh. “What was that?” 

You exhale sharply as your lips press into a tight line, but his patience greatly outweighs your own and you fold. “Your gloves turn me on! It’s hot! When you wear them!” 

True to his word, Zhongli doesn’t laugh—not a peep. You do think you hear a chuckle leave his lips though, but when you finally glance at him again, you’re met with a look that might have made you implode on the spot if this were your first time together. “Zhongli—” 

“Thank you for being open with me, my dear,” he cuts you off smoothly, leaning down to press a chaste kiss on your lips. Pulling away slowly, he looks at you with such intensity that you fear for your legs in the future. “Shall I reward you?” 

... 

“Ngh—Zhongli...!” 

You two had been at it for... what, twenty? Thirty minutes straight? You don’t remember what happened after you admitted what had been on your mind for almost a week; he wasted no time and immediately got to work. 

Talk about dedication. 

Chin covered in your slick, Zhongli laps up the juices spilling out of your puffy pussy, dragging out your last orgasm—the third of the session. He groans as the sweet taste hits his tastebuds, the Archon’s hips unconsciously rutting against the bed; the tent in his slacks was borderline painful, but being the gentleman he is, it was his duty to get you off before the main course.

“Ride it out darling,” he hums, pumping two gloved fingers in and out of you at a leisurely pace. The obscene noise of your juices echo in your mind, making you clench around his digits with carnal need for something more—something bigger. 

“I-I can’t, I want...” you trail off, weakly tugging at his disheveled hair. The hair tie he used slipped uselessly off of his locks, having fallen victim to your vicious pulling of his hair. “Please, baby,” you beg weakly, still choked up from your climax(es).

With one last, long lick, he pulls away from your cunt. The sight of his cum covered face makes you whine with desire, but as your eyes trail down, your mind immediately forgets about needing his tongue back on your clit. He shuffles up the bed and straddles your hips, bucking up against your wetness.

Slick covers his crotch, and you can’t help but stare at his bulging cock pressing against the fabric of his pants. “See something you like?” he taunts, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to lick them clean from your juices.

You stare at his lips, then back down to his very obvious hard-on, and back to his lips again.

His figure shadows yours as he cages you in with his forearms, golden eyes piercing into your own. “Zhongli...” you reach down to tug at his belt, looking up at your beloved with big, glossy eyes. “Please don’t make me beg.” 

A hand comes up to your face, stroking your cheek gently. He brings it down to tug on your bottom lip, smearing his saliva on your skin as a gentle smile spreads across his face. “Of course not, darling,” he hums. “I know what you need anyways, so there’s no need to tell me.”

He swiftly unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, exposing the prominent wet patch on his briefs. “See what you do to me?” Zhongli purrs, watching your fingers impatiently pull down his underwear, shuddering when his heavy cock smacks against your cunt. “You’re not the only one here that gets riled up in such a way.” 

You whine, dragging your hand up and down his throbbing length, pushing it down at the same time as you slide up the bed just enough for his flushed tip to snag onto your entrance. 

“Z-Zhonglii...!” you huff again, impatiently grinding down onto him, desperately needing him to fill you already. A chuckle slips past his lips, and he pulls himself out of his short-lived trance that consisted of staring at his beautiful partner to cup your face. 

“I’m sorry darling,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your nose so gently it feels like a butterfly brushed your flushed skin. “You just looked too beautiful not to admire.” 

The compliment makes heat bloom onto your face, but as quickly as your expression melted into a love-stricken one, it morphs into pleasure as you gasp, feeling him push his fat cock into your needy hole.

“Fuck—so tight,” he mumbles, slowly bottoming out. “Are you alright, darling? Do you need a minute?” Zhongli huffs, brows pinched together as he exerts his self-control to not just ram himself into you immediately. You shake your head quickly, jaw slack, desperately trying to create more friction against your g-spot. 

“Please just—” you choke on your words, feeling him pull back and thrust into you again in one swift movement, the slap of skin against skin making your skin burn with both arousal and embarrassment. 

Zhongli’s right hand slides down to pull your shirt up over your chest, and almost immediately he gropes your breast, groaning at the feeling of the fat of your tit spilling out from between his fingers. 

“So good to me,” he praises, amber gaze burning into you, studying your expression to burn it within his mind. “I can feel you clenching around me.”

He swallows, trying so hard not to bust right then and there. “D’you want to cum, darling? Are you close?” 

Whimpering, you grab his left wrist and tug, looking up at him with a gasp. “Mhm,” you hum quietly, while biting your lip. Shlick sounds invade your eardrums, forcing soft little gasps to leave your lips in tandem with his thrusts. 

“My sweetheart.” The Archon slides his left hand down your face to your throat, pushing down just enough to make your head feel lighter. The cold metal of his rings makes a shiver run up your spine, and as you choke out a gasp, Zhongli brings his other hand down between your bodies to rub your clit. 

“Go on, cum for me darling.” He grunts, shutting his eyes to hold his impending orgasm back. “P-Please, need to feel that gorgeous pussy milking me before I do,” he breathes out, focusing on the pressure he kept on your throat. 

Your eyelids flutter; and as your eyes roll up to the back of your head, you buck your hips up to meet his thrusts, clenching dangerously around his shaft. He thrusts once, twice, and you feel the dam snap as you gush around him, your back arching clean off the bed. You claw at his arms, writhing against the bed as moans leave your throat in waves in rhythm with your orgasm.

Zhongli’s brows furrow and his thrusts slow as you cum, but right as he blinks the bleariness away and meets your glossy, fucked-out gaze, he feels his heart clench. 

“Haah, m-my love—” 

Unable to speak a warning into existence, he shoots his load into you, painting your walls white with thick, warm cum. Pretty moans leave him as his head droops down to the junction of your neck, and his hips stutter while instinctively pushing his cum deeper into you, overstimulating both you and himself. 

“Z-Zhongli, ‘s too much,” you whimper, pressing your palms onto his clothed chest—a poor attempt of pushing him away. “Too full...!” 

Reluctantly, he gives you some breathing room and sits on his haunches to catch his breath. Watching your cunt flutter around nothing, he hums, pressing his hand on your lower stomach to watch the cum pool down the sheets with a hungry gaze. “Mm, I beg to differ,” he coos, flashing you a smirk. “There’s plenty of space left still.”

Your limbs rest numbly as you lay there on your shared bed, completely breathless. Your gaze flickers to the hand he kept on top of your stomach, and your pussy instantly clenches at the sight. 

“Then... how about round two?” 

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