#did i write a more than necessary amount of words detailing how arlecchino from genshin impact takes my strap? yes. yes i did

[shalomniscient]

rotting rotting rotting about soft domming arlecchino........... [nsft utc--]

it's a sight you never thought you'd see, honestly. your husband, uncharacteristically soft and pliant beneath you as you shift on the bed, settling between her muscled thighs. the strap attached to your waist is an unfamiliar weight, but not unwelcome. especially not, when you note the way arlecchino's eyes widen by a fraction as you move to rest the toy on her belly, showing her just how deep you'll be inside her soon.

"do you still want to do this?" you ask softly, leaning down to rest your forehead against hers. "it's alright if you would like to back out. i can just use my mouth again or my fingers--"

"no," she says, a little sharply, in response. "no, i... i want this. i am sure."

you pause for a moment to really consider. again, this was never something you ever thought you'd be doing. usually, arlecchino would be the one wearing the strap and dicking you down into the mattress, but a few nights ago she'd come home the worst for wear you'd ever seen her, and the offer to take care of her in much the same way slipped from your lips before you could stop it. it was a fleeting, unconscious thought; you wouldn't have minded if she'd declined. you know many other ways to care for her, after all.

but you never thought she'd accept. she even picked out the strap you're wearing--it's one she bought not too long ago for you, actually. it's has more length than thickness, with a curved head that never fails to hit that sweet spot inside you every time she's used it to fuck you silly. in truth, it's a little more than what you'd personally pick out for her, as someone who doesn't often partake in penetration, but she had insisted, softly and firmly, and you had always been terrible at resisting her.

so you nod, and press a tender kiss to her forehead. "okay. okay. just relax for me, yeah?"

arlecchino exhales slowly as you hold the base of the silicone cock and position the tip at her entrance. you'd coated it in a generous amount of lube beforehand, and you'd made her cum twice with your mouth already, so things should go smoothly, in all sense of the word. but nonetheless, you keep your gaze trained on her face, watching her expressions as you slowly push the tip inside her.

almost immediately, her hands shoot up to grip at your biceps, and soothing coos spill from your lips immediately. you still your hips and let her adjust, noting the way the muscles in her abdomen tense and jump. her lower lip is caught between her teeth as she sucks in a deep breath, and you pepper her cheeks with light, airy kisses in between whispers of praise.

"c'mon, relax for me, sweetheart," you say gently, moving your other hand to hold hers. "just relax, okay? i've got you. breathe."

she does as you say, resting her head on your shoulder as she draws in shaky breaths. soon, her vise-grip on your biceps loosens, and some of the tension drains from her form. after a few more moments, she relaxes completely into the plush pillows, and you squeeze her hand reassuringly before continuing to push inside.

once you finally bottom out, she's outright panting against your shoulder, warm breath spilling across your skin. your free hand offers apologetic caresses up and down her side as you let her catch her breath, whispering sweet words into her ear all the while. once she's recovered somewhat, she draws back from your shoulder to lie fully on the pillows, face beautifully flushed and lower lip slightly swollen from how she'd been worrying it with her teeth.

"it's bigger.. than i expected," she admits after a beat, drawing a soft giggle from you.

"does it hurt?" you check in with a hum, your hand rising to brush some hair out of her eyes. she sighs, a pleased one, her eyes fluttering shut at your gentle touch.

"no, it's just... more than i am accustomed to," she answers. when she opens her eyes again, the red of her x-shaped pupils almost seem to gleam brighter as her gaze lands on her abdomen, just slightly distended by the size of you in her. she swallows and exhales slowly, her free arm looping behind yours to splay her hand across your shoulder blades, the feel of you beneath her touch a comforting presence.

"you've always made it look so easy," she mumbles, pointedly not meeting your eyes, and it draws a true laugh from you. arlecchino's pace is nowhere near as drawn out as yours right now, and you suppose she feels as though she is getting a very mild dose of her own medicine right now.

"i'm professionally trained," you quip with a wink, pulling a hoarse chuckle and an affectionate roll of her eyes from your husband. but then her eyes flicker down to your lips, and you immediately recognize the wordless request, bending down to catch her own in a soft kiss.

you spend the remainder of the night taking exceptional care of her, until she's lying bonelessly on the bed, all the stress and tension lovingly fucked out of her by yours truly. she dozes off in your arms remarkably quickly, and before you drift off too, you distantly hope, selfishly, that you'd have the chance to do this again.