( nsfw tags & nsfw content under the cut! )
i don’t know if it’s just me but like??? i’m obsessed with zhongli’s eyeliner??? it’s so perfect and pretty??? not to be the horny devil on your shoulder but please consider this:
NSFW: edging; orgasm denial; submissive Zhongli
Keywords: spoiler-free; gender-neutral reader; romantic relationship; Zhongli x Reader
Zhongli was a complete and utter wreck; in a somewhat valiant effort to preserve whatever sense of dignity he had left in him, he held onto the bedsheets: his hands trembling and his knuckles paling from the intensity of his grip. The ends of his long hair was strewn around his head, his ponytail one careless tug away from unraveling completely. Every time you came down on him, your insides clenching around his cock, he threw his head back, the look on his face distorted— no, ruined by the pleasure.
“If only you knew how pretty you look when you’re like this.”
He was breathless, perhaps because your tongue was in his mouth long enough that he didn’t have much of a choice except to groan into your mouth as you bounced on his cock. You pull away from the kiss eventually, smirking when he can’t even bring himself to look at you.
He was truly a thing of beauty: his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath in between strangled moans, the red of his expensive eyeliner smeared sloppily across his cheeks and the sides of his head.
Zhongli can only offer you a pitiful mewl as he bites his lip, an unmistakable red flush spreading across his face and his neck. It was truly a slight— one you bore witness to every time you were on top of him, riding his thick cock and fucking him senseless.
“Fuck, I’m— I’m about to cum,” Zhongli’s voice was shaky, interrupting himself to stifle a moan in the back of his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps, calling out your name in a way that was both pleading yet so selfishly demanding. His hips buck, trying to meet yours halfway, becoming more and more desperate for release.
Your pace gradually slows until it’s nothing more than an excruciatingly slow roll of your hips; and Zhongli surprises both you and himself when he whines loudly. His hands rested on your hips, his grip weak and his strength spent from clawing at the bedsheets. You slide out of him, your hand lazily stroking his throbbing cock, occasionally flicking your thumb over the tip just so that you could see him squirm underneath you.
You crawl on top of him, your hand continuing to work his thickness as you draw your lips to his ear, chuckling. Zhongli shudders, shying away from you; he hated it— he was in the complete mercy of your hands, unable to hide the lustful desire that burned in his eyes.
“Say it again,” you growl. Your voice was low, but you knew Zhongli heard you from the way he curses, his own voice barely above a whisper. Tucking your fingers under his chin, you pull his face until it was inches away from yours.
Your hands quicken as they travel up and down his length, relishing in the sound of his needy moans. This close, you could hear every gasp, every hitch of his breath, every obscene noise that left his lips.
“Please, please, I— fuck, I promise I’ll behave. I just want to cum.” Each little movement from your hands sent him closer and closer— giving him a taste, a fraction of the pleasure that he had felt when his cock was completely sheathed inside your hole.
Your smile was cruel, and calculating; the light kiss you press to his cheek even more so. ( You take a moment to admire your lover’s face, pressing another kiss right below his eye, near a streak of fading make-up. Zhongli almost believes the “innocent” sign of affection. Almost. )
“Baby… who said I would let you?”