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khalixvitae · 7 months

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★ Birds of a Feather ★

The Wanderer x Reader | ~ 4k words

Warnings: The Wanderer is… the way he is- he’s just generally very antagonizing. Has absolutely no grasp on how to healthily interpret or express his own feelings; TL;DR he’s emotionally messy but it’s mostly internal. Gets very introspective, brief mentions of body horror (not intensely descriptive but it’s there). Gets a little suggestive at the end bc apparently I’m nothing if not existential and vaguely homoerotic. Vague worship??? Idk you can tell I have religious trauma.

Info: GN Reader who is also in Vahumana (specialty of study is not specified) has been recruited by Nahida to collaborate with the Wanderer. The reader knows Kaveh and is stated to be around his age. No physical descriptors used. Heavily inspired by his birthday letter from last year where he mentions his inability to connect with his peers but how he is admittedly kind of lonely/doesn’t believe he’s capable of connection.

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Sumeru was a strange nation; nearly as strange as its archon. At least that’s what The Wanderer had decided over the course of his self imposed imprisonment. But in a competition of peculiarity, you’d always take the cake.

In all his years of traversing Teyvat, he’d amassed quite the collection of experiences and stories he liked to chew on until they lost their bite. Much like the bitter tea leaves he enjoyed so much, he’d sit and mull over whatever memory struck his fancy until it started to come apart at the seams. He’d steep in it over and over until it lost its taste- then he’d give that one a break and move on to the next, only to inevitably repeat the process again some other time. He knew it wasn’t productive, of course. But it was a not so guilty pleasure of his, one he intended to indulge in as long as it kept his interest. Nahida would have none of it though, much to his chagrin. She’d given him some shpiel about not spending all his time in his head, something or another about a “self affirming echo chamber leading to stagnation”. A valid criticism, sure, but he thought he deserved a little stagnation every once in a while! If anyone had experienced periods of dynamic and continuous change it was him. He had three iterations already, and he most certainly was not aiming for a fourth any time soon. He figured she’d let it go and let him continue on with his innocuous hobby, lest he be unleashed onto her citizens in any greater capacity than his academic pursuits.

Of course he should’ve known better than that.

When she called for him a few days later, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that she wasn’t alone. There you were, standing at her side as if it was the most natural thing for you to do. Immediately he had a sinking feeling.

When you introduced yourself it only worsened- great, you were going to be around enough for him to need to know your name? What was Nahida planning? You weren’t entirely unfamiliar- he was pretty sure you were also in the Vahumana Darshan. At the very least you were bright enough for him to vaguely recognize; that was more than could be said for most of his peers.

“They’re going to be accompanying you for a while,” Nahida told him simply, as if that one sentence didn’t obliterate his established day to day routine.

He cut his eyes at you, then the Dendro Archon. “Goodness, well. I had no idea my social performance was so abysmal that you’d try hiring friends for me.”

The tiny god just shook her head, hands on her hips. “Now don’t be like that. I just want you to get a different perspective on things. That includes Sumeru and its people at large.”

“Ah, so you’ve booked me a tour guide then.” He bit back, clearly uneasy with this direction Nahida’s lessons were taking.

He certainly wasn’t expecting to hear you laugh at his attempt to retaliate. As much as he wanted to snarl, he didn’t detect an ounce of pity or mockery in your tone. “I’m maybe the worst person you could’ve picked if that’s the case.” The way you met his gaze so easily was enough to make him nauseous.

“It’s not that either. I just think you two would get along well, that’s all.” Nahida still had the same soft expression, one he still couldn’t read but knew it meant trouble.

And so his new routine began. At first he tried to ignore you, but Nahida would have none of that. It didn’t take long before his avoidant tactics were worn down by her valid criticisms and patient lecturing, and soon he found himself in your company whether he wanted to be or not. His new problem, however, was that he was beginning to not mind the arrangement. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but as weeks turned into months of awkward conversation and biting sarcasm, he grew used to your presence. He had to admit that Nahida’s plan worked far too well. He hardly had the time or need for his little hobby.

There were logical reasons as to why he didn’t mind your presence, of course. You were wickedly smart (for a mortal, he told himself) and observant to a fault, and your brutal honesty was oddly refreshing. There was no pity or malice in the way you talked to him- he was just like everyone else for once, something he didn’t know he’d find so thrilling until you were lazily telling him to fuck off like anyone else who dared to disturb your work. You listened to him- even though you didn’t agree with his personal philosophy, he felt strangely validated by the way you’d think about it before refuting his arguments. And the way you made note of the things he liked and responded accordingly, like bringing him teas or research papers that you’d thought he’d enjoy, made him keenly aware of the fact that you did acknowledge him outside of your allotted time together. He didn’t cease to exist to you once he was out of sight- something he couldn’t quite wrap his head around. And yet there was something else that he enjoyed about you even more than any of those logical, reasonable attributes.

It was the way you handled him.

When he got mouthy, or went just a little too low, you had a way of putting him right back in his place. Whether it was an equally sharp remark back or a silent stare that made his spine tingle, you seemed to have no qualms with biting back. It was strangely exhilarating, and each time he found himself wanting you to do it again. Frequently he’d wind up intentionally pushing your buttons in the hopes that you’d respond. At times it was a destructive self defense mechanism, as if to try and push you away when you got just a little too under his skin, but sometimes it was something else. Something he’d never admit to a solitary soul, himself or otherwise. Sometimes, he did it to see if you’d get tired of him. He was sure you had an end to your patience, your companionship archon appointed or not. There was something that made his chest tighten when you’d return fire without fail. Not only that, but sometimes it felt like he needed you to handle him because he couldn’t handle himself.

You couldn’t physically overpower him if you tried, neither could anyone else really, but it wasn’t about that. It was the way you’d laugh at him when he said something meant to rub you the wrong way, as if it was so stupid it didn’t deserve a reaction. Or how you’d respond with something equally pointed, as if it was all one big game- and it was. It had become a conspiratory back and forth that put everyone around you on edge. Even Nahida would sometimes appear put off by your complicated dynamic- if there was one time she truly felt that she didn’t understand humans, it would be while watching you two go at each other as you combed through the respective materials you’d brought to exchange. Despite being downright verbally aggressive towards one another, your actions were the complete opposite. You’d show up with two drinks any time you expected to meet, even if he always undercut the gesture with some comment about transactions and ‘owing you’. He’d edit your work without warning, handing over a copy of your most recent piece with a vague wave of his hand as if he hadn’t stayed up all night reviewing it. It was a dance of sorts- neither of you could sufficiently say you trusted the other. How could you when you rarely made it a point to get personal? Even if you were to try, he wasn’t exactly keen on explaining a lifetime's worth of unbelievable events without proof. Besides, he was a wanderer, destined to pass through and eventually leave Sumeru. What point was there in cementing a bond that was already too sturdy for its own good? You saw him, or perhaps saw through him, and shouldn’t that be enough? Despite that, he sometimes found himself testing the waters. It was sort of an experiment- he wanted to see how far he could push it, how much you could really handle him for all he was worth.

When you invited him into your home for the first time, he knew you were just as curious.

Sitting there side by side in your living room, surrounded by research materials of all kinds, he felt that familiar itch to pester you overcome him. The way you’d methodically skimmed the same page for the past half hour was beginning to make him feel weirdly exposed.

“You’ve been reading that passage for a while,” he began, leaning in to get a better look at your face as you hunched over the manuscript.

“Mhm.”

“Ah, a response. I was beginning to think I’d finally bored you to death. But it looks like I’m not that lucky.”

“Mhm.”

“What’s got you so focused? I thought this passage was relatively straightforward. Maybe I just overestimated you,” he sighed rather dramatically.

You didn’t reply that time, his insult falling on deaf ears.

“If something like this is your limit, then perhaps I should find someone else to edit my work.”

Silence.

“Or I’ll just do it myself- it’s not like anyone else in Vahumana could do any better. I’d had hope for you, but I-“

You finally tore your gaze away from the papers in front of you, instead locking onto him. When you hissed his name- not his title but his name, the one he’d only recently acquired- he knew he’d finally get what he was so desperately seeking.

“You wanna know what has me so focused? Trying to make this publishable,” you snipped back.

When he laughed at your outburst you pressed forward. “The information is solid, but it’s full of jargon that most people would find hard to stomach. Syntactically you could do well with having the comma taken away from you until you learned to use it appropriately. It’s not used incorrectly per se, but archons, I’m begging you to use any other form of punctuation. A semicolon, even a dash, anything to create variation. When your sentences are all structured the same way, it makes for a dry read and wastes otherwise good writing. But the biggest problem is that all of this,” you took up your pen and bracketed roughly half the page. “This is purely conjecture, no matter how sound it may look. And while I personally enjoy your theoreticals about Inazuman political history, I cannot think of a single source to back some of these arguments. A hypothesis is not publishable unless presented as such, but the framework of your thesis hinges on these claims as proven fact. I could maybe swing it if it were possible to prove them in the future, but half of these don’t even meet that criteria. So yes, I’m stuck. I’ve been racking my brain for sources I could offer you for citations. And if you could give me just fifteen minutes of silence that do not involve you staring at me like there’s a countdown until you vivisect me on my coffee table, I might be able to get somewhere.”

He took a second to recover- he often needed to when you’d sink your teeth into him like that- before cocking his head at you with an absolutely infuriating grin. “Well I’ve published papers before with my so-called conjecture. Why is it a problem now? Last time I checked my ‘hypotheticals’ were called groundbreaking.”

“There’s a fine line between groundbreaking and unfounded. Look, if I had to believe anyone on this subject it’d be you. I can’t think of anybody else who could put together work like this. But if I’m editing, I want to actually fine tune it. Even if it’s passable at this stage, I know it can be better. Something this interesting should be perfected.”

“How flattering, I had no idea you were such a fan of my work. Even if it is a ‘dry read’. But fine, if you’re so inclined then go ahead. I don’t really care either way. At least give me something to do in the meantime.” He leaned in again to ensure he had your full and undivided attention. “And by the way, I wouldn’t vivisect you. That’s excessive even for me. I’d at least have the decency to kill you first before I went prodding around.”

When you met his gaze without hesitation, he felt that familiar prickle run along his spine.

“How sweet of you. Anyway, I don’t really have much for you to do. You’ve already finished editing my most recent arguments. If you want to go home I’m fine with that. I can give this to you tomorrow if so. If not, I’m happy to have company. I mean you could help yourself to my bookshelf, but other than that your options are limited.” You returned to the task at hand, combing over the text just as thoroughly as before.

Now it was his turn to look perplexed.

“Well that’s stupid. Then you’d be doing this for free.”

“I already do it for free,” you sighed, knowing exactly where he was going.

“You do it as a part of an exchange. If I didn’t do the same for you, it would be for free. And right now, your labor isn’t being reciprocated. So what exactly do you get out of this?”

“I don’t want anything in return. I’m doing this because I like your work, and because you’re you. I wouldn’t do it otherwise.”

“What, because Lesser Lord Kusanali says you have to?” He sat with his arms crossed firmly over his chest, far too motionless to resemble anything human. “More than that, you could get anybody to edit your work. You’re established enough. So why do you still agree to this?”

“Oh don’t be dense. You’re the only person I’d ever let near my research aside from the Dendro Archon herself. Anybody else would try to rip off my work or make a quick buck as a ‘ghost contributor’ or some other bullshit.” You still didn’t look up from his writing despite how candidly you spoke. “You see my work for what it is, and criticize it accordingly. You don’t want anything else from me, and I don’t want anything else from you. That’s what I get out of this. And yes I know that’s paradoxical, but you’re smart enough to know what I’m getting at.”

When you finally did look back at him he noticed just how exhausted you looked. He almost felt bad for pushing your buttons. Almost. Your answer had been… strangely enlightening. He’d never believed a net zero transaction between two people was possible, and yet if he took your words at face value that’s what he had. And so he needed to push it further.

“And what if I do want something from you? What then?” He half expected you to burst into tears, or at least kick him out. But you simply pinched the bridge of your nose, letting out a long sigh.

“Well, then I’ve got no idea what it is. It seems like the only thing you want is to drive me fucking insane.” There was no bite to your remark, only a kind of resignation. “Or maybe you just want me to talk to you. It’s gotta be lonely, being the most pompous asshole around.” You paused, leaning back against the cushions of your couch to stare at the ceiling tiles. “Maybe you’ve got a little crush on me or something.”

Now it was his turn to sigh. You’d never gone that direction with your taunting before. He figured he’d take the safest route out of whatever web you were building. “I could say the same for you, you know. Of course we both know better than that, so don’t trouble yourself with that train of thought. That pretty little head of yours is already at capacity as it is.” He tapped a finger on the manuscript you’d ceased editing.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He realized you were looking right at him once more, clearly tired of his never ending vague statements.

“I mean it’s obvious you’d have eyes for somebody else.” He decided to drive his point home- he wanted to embarrass you away from the subject because now he felt quite exposed. You were right, of course. But that was unthinkable. All those years spent without genuine connection and now that he’d found it, something inside of him wanted to squander it for a chance at more? For a creature born without a heart, he sure was greedy. He wasn’t equipped to admit that to himself, much less to you. No way, he’d have to end the conversation and never let it resurface.

“You’re awfully close with that blonde from Kshahrewar. It wouldn’t surprise me if you two were… involved with one another. He’s a bit of a mess but- well, that makes it even more fitting.”

“Kaveh? Nah. I mean we’re close, but not like that. He’s got a lot going on that he needs to sort out before he tries dating anybody, especially me. It would never work.” You didn’t seem flustered, which made him even more uncomfortable than he was before.

“Oh? Too much baggage? I see.” Why did he feel a little wounded by that? He’d ignore it for the moment.

“No, I don’t think there’s such a thing. It’s more so how he chooses to deal with his problems- or really how he refuses to. We work through things differently. He makes a great friend, but we’re fundamentally different people when you get down to brass tacks.”

Why did you have to be so reasonable? It was getting on his nerves. “Really now? But don’t opposites attract? And he’s easy on the eyes, I’ll give him that. And he’s your age, right?”

“Gods, why don’t you date him then? Sounds like you’ve got a whole lot to say about him. I can even set you two up, my treat. And back up, what do you mean he’s ‘around my age’? So are you, I don’t see how that’s a differentiating factor. Unless you aren’t- how old are you anyway?” You fully faced him then, illuminated in the orangey glow of your desk lamp.

“Wouldn’t you like to know? Older than the two of you, for certain.” He smiled placidly. “Anyway, he’s not my type. He’s too… kind. Being around him would make anybody feel awful. But again, you two-“

“Drop it already,” you cut him off decidedly. “It feels like you’re deflecting. If you’re going to fish for something, at least be direct.”

“I’m only pointing out the obvious. What, you think I’d tell him? I mean-“

“I said drop it. You’ve already beaten the subject to death and back, can you please just let it-“

“Make me.” The phrase had escaped him before he registered it. Something about seeing you so irritated with him made his pulse quicken. The look on your face was one he was well acquainted with- you were ready to bite back. There was a moment of pause, the two of you locked in a tense silence that filled every corner of the room.

“So that’s what you want. Huh.” He watched something in your eyes change as you mulled over your thoughts. In a second you were even closer- the image of a rishboland tiger crossed his mind for a moment. He began to wonder if he really had messed up this time, if he’d completely ruined your net zero relationship with such a silly little outburst, if you’d finally tell Nahida you were done and-

Your hands were so warm against his skin. How you murmured his name carried the same heat. “May I?” It was an odd question, but the way your fingers brushed any loose strands of hair away from his face had him nodding without a thought to the contrary. He wasn’t used to someone asking him for permission for anything- hell, he didn’t know what you were asking for. All the same, he knew he lwanted whatever you were offering.

The kiss that ensued was bruising. While he was accustomed to others being rough with him, something about this was different. When you brushed your thumbs over his cheekbones soothingly before carding through his choppy bangs, he felt nothing short of delight. You were handling him as you always did. For someone who didn’t need to breathe, he seemed to have the wind knocked out of him. After a short while he realized he’d grabbed onto your shoulders so tightly his fingertips ached- he had no idea when he’d taken hold of you, but you made no effort to pull away from his harsh grasp. His efforts at reciprocating were very clearly unpracticed, but by the gods did he ever have enthusiasm. He was all teeth and nails; he had no idea if he was even capable of gentleness after so many years. Even so he tried desperately, pulling at you, pushing you into him, doing everything in his power to convey just how badly he wanted whatever this was.

“Hey, hey. Relax. I’m right here. I’ve got you,” your words nearly made him keel over, each one spoken against his skin as you worked your way down the column of his throat. You treated him like he was something to be revered by virtue of his very existence. Is this what it felt like to be worshiped as a god? No, he knew better than that nowadays. This was something sweeter, even more devout- and he would’ve died right that second had you asked him to. “Is this alright?” Once again he nodded without hesitation, afraid that his voice might betray just how badly he needed you to keep going. He wanted to scream, to maintain his composure enough to insult you and save face, but any attempts at that were a lost cause.

When you sank your teeth into his skin he thought maybe he’d died already. Physical pain was an old acquaintance of his, a familiar companion he took a sort of sick comfort in. This time though the sensation had him teetering on an edge he’d never conceived of. You’d made quick work of his hat already, and with nothing left to hide behind he knew he had to look so pathetic. But you didn’t laugh at him; for all your previous sharp words and pointed jabs, in that moment you were so good to him it made him ache. It was humiliating. He wanted to hide, to crawl back into his own skin and recompose himself. Simultaneously he could only think of chasing after you for more.

You took your time marking along his neck, glancing up at him for silent permission before beginning each new bruise. He figured you had to be some variety of insane to want him this way (or in any way for that matter), but he couldn’t find the strength to tell you so. He felt weak, and for that he loathed you. At the same time he wished he could crack open his ribs and house you in the hollow space where his heart should’ve been. The way he ceaselessly pulled at you only made that more and more apparent. He wasn’t alone in his desire, though. Your methodical pace and mumbled string of praises told him that you may even agree to be enshrined within him- of course he’d never say so, instead resigning himself to breathless sighs and noises he’d only ever describe as pitiful.

When you finally backed off he attempted to chase after your touch. He was a mess and he knew it; with mussed hair and bruised lips, he looked every bit as weak as he felt but he couldn’t be bothered to care. He’d endure the humiliation of being perceived so long as you’d show him you wanted him.

“I have to finish editing your paper,” you murmured, brushing down the mess you’d made of his bangs.

“Wha- who cares about the paper?” It wasn’t as much of a quip as he’d intended, but it would have to suffice.

“I care about it. I want your work to do well. You deserve it.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but no sound escaped.

“Give me that fifteen minutes, that’s all. Deal?”

For once, he couldn’t bring himself to argue with you.

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So uh. Idk what happened here. I am unwell over him I will not lie. I’m currently stoned out of my mind enjoy this tho

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XIAO X FEM READER SMUT

it's finally here yall; kinda got mixed feelings so i might rewrite it eventually (give me ur thoughts) other than that, enjoy :)

cw: not proofread, porn w plot, 69, cum eating, face sitting, sub xiao>>>, xiao being inexperienced, idk js read it if you want, lowercase is on purpose

the night was like any other. your legs dangle over the railing of the wangshuu inn, more specifically the roof. your arms support you as you await the green haired individuals arrival. every week, at least once, you and xiao would take the night to rest and chat while enjoying his favorite dish; almond tofu.

you'd grown closer to him over time, and he'd tell you about his day if you asked with enough persistence.

the wind brushes against your body as chills wash over you, not hearing the sound of xiao appearing behind you, too busy listening to the soft chatter of the people below you.

a soft clearing of his throat got your attention as you whirred your head around, facing the man before you who held out your share of tofu.

"oh, xiao! i didn't even hear you coming! thank you for the food." you greet, taking your plate and sitting at the table on the roof that's placed for the both of you.

xiao takes a moment to look take in the scenery before him, nothing he hasn't seen before but is greatful he gets to witness something so beautiful everyday.

"xiao? are you eating?" you ask, moving a piece of tofu back and forth on your plate with your chopsticks, waiting for him before you begin eating.

"oh, yes." xiao says, preoccupied, eyebrows furrowed as if something else has got his mind in a knot.

he strides over to his seat, placing his food down and sitting across from you.

"liyue is beautiful, isn't it?"

xiao says, paying what he said no mind as he tucks a strand of hair behind his ear to make sure it doesn't get in his food.

"hm, oh. you're right." you say, picking up a piece of tofu and putting it in the air, a cheers to the night before biting into it.

"mm, it's good, xiao!" you say in satisfaction, chewing happily on the tofu. subtly eyeing him due to his out of character-ness.

you pick up on xiaos odd behavior, he seems a lot less interested in talking, and is avoiding eye contact.

in an attempt to save the conversation, you ask the same question you do everyday.

"so, how was your day?" you ask, face full of almond tofu.

"i-it was fine. nothing out of the ordinary." xiao says, biting forcefully into his food, seemingly trying to distract himself as his leg bounced vigorously beneath the table.

you shoot him a look of worry, gently putting your hand over his, as he lets out a sigh as if he'd been holding his breath.

"what's going on? do you need to talk about anything?" you inquire, trying to have your questions be less pushy in case it worsened his mood.

"mm-mm, i'm fine." he spoke sternly, finally meeting your eyes as his pupils dilate.

the rest of the meal shared was generally quiet, the occasional comment was made, but it wasn't enough to start a conversation.

the silence is no longer apparent as you begin talking about your day. distracting yourself, looking out to the sunset as you dawdle on the best parts of the day so far. across from you, xiao had been biting his lip, eyebrows furrowed as his arms pumped beneath the table rhythmically, unnoticed by you.

"yeah, so that was my day- xiao?" you cut yourself off, looking over to him and becoming aware of his strange facial expression.

he inhaled sharply as if it were a gasp as you continue to look at him in confusion. you glance over to his arm, that's moving rhythmically under the table. peeking under, xiao's hand grips at his crotch, rubbing it roughly as he grinds into his touch, through the fabric of his pants, you can faintly make out the shape of his cock bouncing; pre staining a small shape on the front of his pants.

"c-can you help me, please?" he begs, not stopping his movements.

"ah! xiao!! shouldnt you be doing that in private?" you ask, your voice a few octaves higher in surprise as you look away.

"should i?" he says, confused as he humps the hand around his girth.

"that- that's something you really don't do in public, xiao" you say, mouth agape as your ears burn with embarrassment.

"please, please it hurts.." he says quietly , trailing off as he groans and rolls his hips against his hand.

you bite your lip nervously, looking around only to see everyone heading to their rooms for the night, hardly anyone else being present around you, let alone as high as the roof; leaving the space to just the two of you.

"i... i guess, are you sure that's okay with you?" you say, eyes gesturing to his hand that was still palming his boner through the cloth of his pants.

"m-mhm! 'jus want it to go a-away." xiao pleads, voice high and whiny; like that of a puppy.

you stand in front of him and kneel to the ground, making yourself comfortable before gently taking his cock out. the tip shines with pre, a deep ombré of red as it throbs in your hand.

xiao gasped, immediately sitting up as you spit on your hand, beginning to jerk his shaft slowly, teasing him slightly. you drag your hand from the base to his tip, where it spits more pre cum thats slides down his shaft slowly.

"ngh... ha.. feels- feels good." xiao wines, biting the back of his hand to keep his whimpers down.

you wrap your hand near the top, and take your other hand to rub your palm around the tip, feeling xiaos legs jolt as you do so.

"still feelin good?" you ask, checking up on him since hes so fidgety.

"mhm!! 'so good.." he said weakly, barely being able to manage a proper breath with the state of ecstasy he was in.

you smile to yourself as you push your hair out of your face and near yourself to his tip so you can kiss it softly.

your lips brush up and down his shaft as pre bubbles from his tip, carefully, you wrap your lips around his length, tongue leading the way as it swirls around his girth.

"wait! don't, 'm gonna.." xiao gasped from above you.

"don't worry about it" you say quickly so you can go back to taking all of him.

his angry tip thrusts in and out of your mouth, repeatedly hitting your uvula as your gagging creates more spit that spills from the corners of your mouth.

"gonna cum?" you tease, tongue flicking up and down over his hole, waiting for him to spill his seed down your throat.

"hah!! yes! 'm so close, please-" he pleads, grabbing a handful of your hair and shoving your mouth back onto his cock.

you feel his cum paint your throat as you rub circles on his thigh, letting him come down from his high.

sitting back, you stick out your tongue and show him his work, seeing his face flush and turn away, you laugh and swallow.

"..'s never felt that good before." xiao confesses, continuing to look away bashfully.

"we should.. do it more often then?" you ask, batting your lashes at him playfully, not being able to help the growing wetness in your panties.

"ah- w-would you like that?" xiao whips his head around to you, eyes blown wide and face a shade of red so deep it looked like he'd been holding his breath when he was looking away.

"..i think i would." you say, creeping between his legs, hands sliding up and down his thighs as your wrap your arms around his neck.

"i mean.. you seemed to enjoy yourself, no?" you speak, grinning. you grab a handful of his soft viridescent locks and pulling him into a kiss. your tongue swipes across his bottom lip and he whines into your mouth.

"i know somewhere better we can do this." you say, grabbing his wrist and quietly tip toe into your room, pushing him back onto the bed after the door is shut and locked, undressing yourself of your top quickly.

"wha- what are you.." xiao says, only to be muffled as your topless figure crawls on top of him, kissing him passionately as you pull away with a gasp, telling him to undress himself as you finish taking your pants off.

turning around, you straddle his chest as you pull his cock from his boxers, pulling your panties to the side as you hover yourself over his mouth.

you hear his breath hitch as he grips your thighs and pull you into his mouth, wet tongue slipping into your hole.

"'m i doing this right?" xiao asks shyly, hand creeping down his torso to rub his shaft.

"mhm, 's perfect, nd let me take care of this for you." you say, leaning forward and drooling on his length before taking all of it in your mouth.

xiao whimpers from your touch, sending shivers down your body as you grind down on his mouth.

"you feel so, so perfect on my cunt baby don't stop." you say, panting on his bobbing erection, xiao groans into your cunt as your essence drips down his chin. you move one hand down to your chest, twirling your nipple between your fingers, feeling them harden from your touch.

xiao rolls his hips to meet your mouth, taking him so deep your nose meets his balls each slow thrust he makes.

"m close xiao, don't stop." you demand, taking your mouth off his cock and stroking it fast, grinding yourself down on his mouth as he suckles your clit.

beneath you, xiao lets out a high pitched wine, flicking his tongue up and down on your clit as you reach your high, throwing your head back and tightly gripping xiaos thigh as yours shake violently around his head.

untouched, xiaos cock shoots sticky ropes of cum into his abdomen, groaning as dirty slurping sounds fill the room as he licks up all of your essence.

having to force himself away, xiao throws his head back, breathing heavy as he wipes your juices off his chin with the back of his hand.

"again?"

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