I had a sudden burst of inspiration and I couldn’t resist writing another Kaeya fic *sweats nervously* nothing to see here! No plot whatsoever, just a good ol’ make-out session with the boyfriend. Though the fic is SFW, it’s raunchy as hell all throughout!
Keywords: SFW; spoiler-free; gender-neutral reader; romantic relationship; Kaeya x Reader
“No distractions, love. I don’t mix work with pleasure,” was what he told you, not even ten minutes ago, all suave and no backbone.
Perhaps he should have stopped himself after the first provocative peck on the cheek, the first teasing glance. Yet he found himself consumed by the thought of you; he found himself closing his mouth over yours— inviting you to kiss him over and over again. Soon, one thing led to another, and he was more than happy to let your wandering hands decide the natural pace of things.
All he remembered was a frenzy of lips, of tongues, of hot breaths; then, you both stumble into an empty room, each step so horridly thoughtless and misguided. Kaeya doesn’t remember if the door even shut behind him when he halfheartedly kicked it back ( and, honestly speaking, he couldn’t be bothered enough to care. A door was the least of his priorities, especially when you practically were taking the wind out of his lungs with every sloppy little kiss. )
His hand fell from your cheek to your wrist, gently tugging you along as he hurriedly walk towards the first chair he saw. His heart raced, and his mind was clouded: all he saw was you, all he could feel was you, all he could taste was you.
He falls to the chair, one hand gripping your thigh when you quickly straddle him, as if you would die if your bodies weren’t pressed so enticingly close to each other. With your hands on either side of his face, you ruthlessly pull him in for another kiss. Your tongue invaded his mouth, coaxing sweet moans out of him, urging you to go further.
“Kaeya,” you utter, in between breaths of air. Your mind was completely blank, your face was flushed, and your skin was hot and sensitive to his touch. “Fuck, Kaeya…”
Gods, when you say his name like that— it was enough to send a man straight to heaven. When he sees you like this: completely unraveled before him, eyes so shamelessly lidded with lust, it can’t help but make him weak in the knees. If he weren’t already sitting down, he knew he would have toppled over like a pile of stones.
In a fraction of a second, before he can even form a single thought, you quickly shut him up with another kiss. You sucked on his bottom lip, ever so slightly grazing the plump flesh with your teeth. He groans right into your mouth, shutting his eyes as your hands fall to his collar, holding on to the fabric as if your life depended on it.
Parting from his mouth, you travel to his neck, leaving wet kisses along the way. You kiss the spot right under his jaw once before you start sucking and nipping it. Kaeya gasps from the sudden pleasure, his breath hitching before he mutters a string of curses. He cranes his neck to the side, allowing you even more room to ravage his skin. Your name rolls off his tongue like a prayer, each syllable growing more breathless and more needy than the last.
And then, you stop.
Your head rested at the crook of his neck, the beginning of several hickeys already blossoming on his skin. “Ah, but whatever happened to not mixing work with pleasure?”
You gingerly brush the stray hairs away from his face, your nails lightly grazing his skin. It was still enough to send tingles down his spine, almost making him shudder. Underneath you, Kaeya was a panting, disheveled mess.
“Now, love, don’t you think that’s a bit too cruel?”
“No distractions, correct? Your words, not mine.”
“You…” he begins, popping his collar back into place rather aggressively. He runs his thumb over his lip, knowing full-well that he would never be able to wipe off your taste. “You are going to be the death of me.”