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“Thank you, please, do come again.”
The words slip past your lips with a practiced ease, smiling happily at who you thought would be the last customer of the day.
You turn to get ready to close up for the day, making your way over to the door. Just as you’re about to turn the sign on your door from open to closed a familiar-looking gentleman appears. He gives you a polite smile and you open the door slightly for him, looking at him expectantly.
“I was hoping to catch you before you closed up for the day but it seems I might have miscalculated. Should I return tomorrow?”
His voice sits low in his chest, the polite smile on his face making him seem even more charming to you. The words he speaks brush up against you in all the right ways, breath catching in your chest before you manage to breathe just enough to respond to his question.
“No, it’s fine. You can come in.” You barely manage to get the words out with a stutter, moving slightly out of the way to let him in.
His gold eyes stay on you for a second longer than they need to as he moves past you. It makes you preen a little, hoping that the dirt from the flowers you care for isn’t too noticeable. As you trail after him you grab a napkin to lightly wipe off your face, praying that you got it all.
“I’m here on behalf of Wangsheng Funeral Parlour. We were told you had the flowers we needed for an upcoming funeral. Unfortunately, we are running a little behind schedule and so my boss told me that I’d need to buy as many of them as I can from you no matter the price.”
Being a smaller flower shop you’d never expect to fulfil an order for such a prominent name, even if it was a funeral home. You nod to yourself and make your way behind the counter, pulling out the book you use to inventory.
“Since this is the end of the day, I don’t have as many flowers as I normally would, but thankfully for you, I will be having another shipment coming in tomorrow. Can I know who this order is for?” You get a pen and paper ready, knowing that you really didn’t need to know his name but you always wanted to when you saw him walking around Liyue Harbour.
“Zhongli. I’m a consultant for the funeral parlour.” You scribble down his name, nodding a little to yourself.
“You have a very nice name,” you say lamely, praying he doesn’t get turned off by your lame attempt at small talk.
“So do you,” he smiles, gesturing over at the nametag you have over your chest. The complement is simple but somehow coming from him it feels so much more important, making your heart beat fast.
“Well,” you say after a moment, regaining your ability to talk. “Why don’t we head into the back? That’s where the rest of my flowers are unless there was a specific one that you wanted on the floor. Should we take a quick lap around the shop first?” you offer.
“That sounds wonderful. That is, if you have the time. I don’t intend to keep you too long after hours.” Quickly you shake your head.
“It’s not a bother at all. I promise. Funerals are important events and if I can do my part to help out for one of the most famous funeral homes in Liyue it’s the least I can do. We can take our time.”
Your words are of course with an ulterior motive. Of course, you’d want to be able to spend more time with Zhongli - he seemed so much more elusive and secretive when you saw him at a distance but now, up close? It was even more so. His aura was almost dizzying, making you want to get to know him more, see what he really is behind that polite mask of a smile he wears.
He doesn’t seem to catch on thankfully, beginning to walk around the floor of the shop. Suddenly, you’re very aware of the way the flowers are arranged, where each and every little stem and leaf sits on the wooden shelves. His clothes are perfectly tailored to fit his frame, and you’re aware that a man as elegant and refined as him most likely pays attention to every deficiency in perfection that exists.
Zhongli’s silence makes you a little more nervous, your initial butterflies at meeting the man twisting and turning into anxiety. Perhaps he decided that you would no longer be the right fit for what he had in store, and without realising it you begin to lightly chew on your bottom lip. Your eyes gaze over the plants you so lovingly care for, worried that perhaps you haven’t been doing right.
This doesn’t miss Zhongli’s notice.
He was carefully observing you from the moment he stepped into the shop, finding your own mystery just as intriguing as you did his. Of course, you two were both in the same boat. He only occasionally saw you walking around the harbour yourself, conducting business but that didn’t mean you didn’t somehow catch his attention. Even now, as he grazes the shelves he’s morbidly curious about what kind of face you’re making. He’s glad that he had the opportunity to come down to the shop today.
“And what about these?”
His voice breaks you out of your stupor and you look back up at him. The mildly dazed look in your eyes from your own thoughts takes him aback, lightly tinting his thoughts in a less than acceptable manner. Slightly, his mind wanders as his eyes give you a subtle once-over before turning his attention back to the flowers and points.
“I think these are very beautiful. I’d like to buy them for myself, if possible.”
You notice that he doesn’t hesitate to pick out one of the pricier specimens, not surprised considering that he bleeds expensive taste.
“That one’s just for display, but if you’ll come to the back with me I’ll be able to get you what other flowers you might need in addition to that one.”
He nods and you two begin to walk to the back. His long strides almost outpace you but you notice that he’s careful not to, being kind enough to let you lead him without him watching expectantly.
Once you both arrive, he steps back and watches as you flit around the room, beginning to get lost in thought. You’re focused on looking for the flowers he wants, almost missing them when you suddenly trip over a bag of fertiliser, knocking over a shelf of flowers as you come down. The pain immediately shoots through your body and you hiss a little.
Soon after, you hear footsteps come rushing down the aisles, Zhongli quickly reappearing in your sight. He sees you on the ground and comes over, unfortunately also tripping over the same bag and landing right on top of you.
He makes a noise of discomfort as his eyes close, obviously expecting to hit the ground much more aggressively. You hold your breath, mind reeling with how close he is to you. His breath fans over your face with how close he is to you, making you exhale sharply at the feeling. Zhongli’s eyes open and widen, but he doesn’t take any action to move away from you.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, moving closer to you instead.
“I-I’m okay!” you manage to squeak, pushing yourself back further into the wall.
“Shouldn’t we get up?” you ask him, laughing nervously.
“Why should we?” His voice drops a little more in his chest, making you gasp. He comes even closer, noses almost brushing.
“I believed I read your signals correctly. That look in your eye, it makes me think you want more than just this, don’t you?”
His hand comes up to brush at your face lightly, thumb gently running under your eye as he keeps your gaze.
“What do you mean?” you gasp, realising just how much bigger he is than you. He could easily hold you down and it seems he realises this, quickly pulling you out and onto the floor and pinning your hands over your head.
“If you didn’t want this, you’d be fighting back against me, wouldn’t you?”
You stare up at him, weakly fighting against his grip. He can tell it’s half-hearted, chuckling lightly and leaning down even more. The way he adjusts himself makes his tie slip out of his jacket the slightest bit, giving him an idea.
He sits up, straddling your waist and lets go of your hands before tying your wrists together, then to a nearby shelving unit. You feel him yank at the knot he made slightly, humming in contentment when he sees the knot will hold.
“Zhongli? What are you doing?” you ask, afraid to admit that this was turning you on a lot more than you think it should.
“Considering that you're just watching me and haven't told me to stop at all, I think I’m allowed to do this, aren’t I?”
He presses a kiss to your lips, a hand gently holding your face in place before he pulls back, giving you a half-lidded look. Again, he presses another soft kiss to your lips as his hands slowly begin working under your clothes, slipping under your shirt and into your bra. The gasp you give him just fuels him further, kissing you harder and slipping his tongue into your mouth.
You can feel the weight of his body pressing more into you, hands gently pulling your tits out of your bra and using his fingers to pinch and tease your nipples. He lightly nips at your lips and finally stops to give you the air that you crave, kissing up and down your neck as his hands get more insistent. Zhongli stops right by your ear, pressing a kiss to it before blowing on it.
“I bet you’re soaking wet, aren’t you?” he teases lightly, beginning to use a hand to trail to your panties.
“You surrendered your body so easily to me,” he continues, practically purring with how low his voice. You can feel it in his chest with the way he’s pressed up against you, breath caught in your throat when you realise you can feel something else poking against your thigh.
“What? Did you dream of me taking you like this? Every time you saw me in the harbour did you go home to touch yourself to the thought of me doing something like this?”
His hand finally slips into your pants, gently beginning to tease your pussy outside of the thin, and quickly getting soaked, fabric. Without warning, his fingers get rougher. You let out a desperate-sounding whine, making his heart flutter. He sits up a little more, watching you begin to start humping against his hand. A breathless chuckle leaves his lips as his other hand raises your shirt, revealing your chest fully to him and letting him admire your body as you continue to grind against his fingers.
“A-are you just going to stare at me?” you gasp, not expecting him to start using his thumb to circle your clit more intently as soon as you speak.
“There we go,” he coos, pressing the slightest bit harder against you and making you keen sharply.
“If you’re just going to sit there silently I won’t know what to do, will I?” he asks with a sigh, bringing his other hand back to hold your hips down.
He’s so much stronger than you thought, easily keeping you in place and preventing you from fucking yourself against your hand like he was letting you before. Instead, you’re fully at his mercy, thumb still rubbing circles into your clit and fingers just prodding gently at your opening. You try your best to tell him you need more without talking, but the dark look in his eyes makes it clear he’s not going to do anything if you don’t speak more, the order he’s issued is silent but heavy between you two.
“Touch me more,” you say quietly, wishing you had your hands free. Just in case, you try to wrestle them out of his tie, failing miserably.
“You want me to touch you more?” he teases lightly, hand beginning to withdraw much to your dismay.
“Good girls get what they want. You can’t even ask me to touch you properly and you expect me to do it? Don’t make me have to punish you. I’d hate to make such a pretty face cry,” he murmurs, deciding to rob you of all coherent thought when his tongue lightly teases your nipple.
“You need to ask me properly,” he reiterates, tongue flicking over your nipple as he continues to tease you, both hands now on your waist.
“I want to cum on your fingers,” you finally manage after a few long moments, gasping for breath as he uses his fingers to tweak and tease your nipples, mouth running up to kiss at and bite your collar.
“Zhongli, please , I need it so bad,” you beg, back arching into his touch when he returns his mouth to your chest.
“You need it, do you?” he smirks, suddenly returning his hands to your pussy as he uses his tongue.
A loud moan leaves your lips as his fingers finally slip into your dripping hole, his thumb going back to play with your clit as he begins thrusting slowly, slipping two fingers in right away.
“You’re such a slut.” Despite how mean his words sound, a layer of warmth surrounds them and you can’t help but moan even more for him, clenching over his fingers as he works over your clit harder.
“Your pussy is so wet and I’ve barely done anything. You wanted me bad, huh?” His eyes look up at you from his place on your body, glowing with an arousal so strong it’d be terrifying if he wasn’t knuckle deep in your hole.
“Yes,” you pant, knowing that if he stops this far in you’ll absolutely lose it.
“Please Zhongli, make me cum. I want to cum so bad.”
“What a good girl,” he purrs, rewarding you with a kiss. “You already know how to beg. Let’s hope you can keep running that mouth of yours for our future encounters.”
The implication somehow makes you flush even more, knowing that even though you haven’t even seen his cock yet, being put on your knees for him is so much more exciting than anything else you’ve ever anticipated. He can feel your excitement as you begin to gush lightly around his fingers, gently pulling them out and pulling your pants down enough to fully remove them and leave you bare.
The cool air hits your heated core and gets even worse as he spreads your legs, pushing your thighs up and eyeing your dripping pussy. Experimentally, he blows a puff of cold air against you, biting his lip when he sees you clench over nothing at the feeling.
“Fuck,” he says under his breath, golden eyes not missing a single drop that leaves you.
In this position you can see the darkness of the fabric of his gloves, biting your lip as you remember that it’s from your wetness. He brings his hand down when he sees you staring at it, using it to gently spread your lips and fully reveal yourself to him. You try to close your legs, beginning to feel just a little bit humiliated at the fact that he’s fully overpowered you, keeping you tied up and forcing you to show yourself to him.
But, it makes you feel so much better.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispers, eyes never leaving you. “I need you.”
“Zhongli, what are you-”
Again, he steals your breath from you, leaning down quickly and forcing your thighs flat on the ground. The stretch is almost painful with how fast he did it and you try to push against his strong hands, finding yourself fully against his mercy as his tongue pokes out to lick a long stripe up your pussy. The feeling makes you push even harder against him, failing to deter him in the least. In fact, he just pushes harder and forces you to stay in place, hips even unable to move with how strong he is.
Without letting you breathe he begins lapping at your dripping slit, tongue gently teasing your clit every time he reaches it before going back to tease your opening. Your moans are loud and breathless, wishing you could hold back but you can’t with the way he presses his face further into your hole, nose beginning to gently tease your clit as his tongue parts your walls and enters you.
“Zhongli~!” You gasp, pushing even harder against him as he lightly fucks his tongue into you.
Every wet and lewd sound you can hear so clearly in the room, so glad that nobody works here except for you. He isn’t holding back in the least, seemingly trying to push even further into you with each press of his tongue. The muscle is so much longer and stronger than you expected, gently brushing up against all the parts that make you see stars as your back arches into his touch. He’s practically making out with your pussy with how his lips and tongue are moving, bringing you so close to the edge.
You’re desperate to feel more of him, wanting to push him further into you and you try to grind against his face. As soon as your hips try to move he removes his hands from your thighs, holding your hip down with one hand and using the other to finger you harshly. His fingers thrust quickly in and out of you, the loud squelching of your hole getting lewder and lewder. You think you can’t feel any better, practically feeling overstimulated before you even came until his lips wrap around your clit, tongue and mouth sucking and licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Fuck, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” you try to warn, hips pushing against his iron grip to no avail.
“Cum, then,” he almost growls against you, making you groan as you cum hard around his fingers.
You thought he’d give you a second to breathe after, desperate to catch your breath. He reaches over you to untie your hands and you’re about to thank him when he forces you onto your stomach, pulling your ass into his crotch and groaning lowly at the feeling of your body pressing against his. With your hands free you reach back for him, not expecting him to hold both your wrists in his and force them onto your lower back.
“Won’t you return the favour?” he asks, lightly grinding up against you. Part of you never thought you’d get this far, the cloud of lust making you nod as you feel the fabric of his pants lightly catch against your clit. It makes you whine and makes him groan lowly.
“Please?” you ask him, fully caught up with the way he wants you to behave.
“Good,” he praises, tying your wrists up again and pulling his cock out of his pants.
It’s perfect, you think to yourself, the edge of your last orgasm not able to leave with the arousal you feel at the thought of him ramming that into you. Your hips push up against him, making him groan again at the feeling of your pussy pressing up against his bare cock. He holds your hips still, positioning himself to perfectly fuck your thighs. His cock rubs up against your clit, the head lightly tapping it and each draw of his shaft making you even wetter, thighs tightening around his thick cock. It feels amazing to be touched like this, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head when he speeds up.
Zhongli angles his hips upwards the slightest bit, each bump and rub of your clit becoming that much more pronounced. It makes you want to scream, about to spread your thighs more in hopes he’ll start fucking your desperate hole before he clicks in disagreement, readjusting himself so your calves are trapped between his knees, keeping you in place. His hips continue to piston in and out, fucking your thighs harder with both your wetness and his own precum as a lubricant.
“Zhongli, please-” you beg, feeling another orgasm creeping up on you.
“Please what?” he growls, moving even faster and harder between your thighs.
“I want to cum on your cock,” you sob, perfectly stuck in place and unable to rub up against him.
“Please, don’t make me cum like this - I want to cum on you - please, fuck I’m so close,” you babble, desperate as he refuses to oblige you.
You just feel him pick up even more, clenching over nothing but the idea of his cock inside of you. Somehow you manage to look at him, groaning at the sight of his eyes so focused on his cock rubbing between your thighs, fascinated with how shiny your slick has made the muscle. He groans lowly, practically using you as a toy as he fucks your thighs, making you cum without warning.
Somehow, he catches on this moment perfectly, using the beginnings of your orgasm to begin fucking your hole the way you wanted him to. He slips his cock in, hissing at the tight fit as he’s welcomed to your pulsing pussy cumming around him, moaning loudly in pleasure at the feeling of cumming on his cock. Again he doesn’t let you rest, your jaw dropping at the feeling of him fucking you through your orgasm.
He grunts lowly with each draw of his hips, your orgasm unable to stop with each movement. You’re practically sobbing at the feeling, fully slumping against the ground as he fucks harshly into you. The feeling of him fucking you both so tenderly and roughly makes you close your eyes, moaning with each rough thrust into your body.
“Fuck you’re doing so well for me, what a good girl,” he praises, bringing one of his hands on your hips to touch your clit.
You’re so overwhelmed it feels like a shockwave running through your body, jerking roughly as he fucks you. Your pussy clenches so tightly over him that he has to push a little harder into you, gritting his teeth in pleasure.
“You’re so fucking tight, you must like this, huh?” he groans, making you nod.
“Yes, yes - fuck - Zhongli it - ah! - it feels so good - I can’t -” you whine desperately, wishing he didn’t overpower you so much to the point where you can’t move at all.
“You can, can’t you?” he growls, rhythm beginning to fall apart as he nears his orgasm.
“Come on, just cum for me, one more time,” he moans, leaning over to press kisses onto your neck and speaking right into your ear.
“You can do that for me, can’t you? You’ve been such a good girl for me, you’ve done so well. Come on darling, just one more time. Cum all over my cock for me like a good girl. I know you want to.”
His words are mixed in with moans. Each stroke of his cock inside of you makes you whimper and moan, becoming a debauched mess on the floor of your shop. You can't help but twitch in squirm as much as you can in his hold, fingers wishing they could grasp onto something to ground you in all the pleasure Zhongli is giving you. Unfortunately, they can't and you're forced to feel every ridge on his cock brushing up against your gummy walls. Every time his hips meet yours again you can feel his balls slapping against your ass, his fingers lightly teasing your clit at a pace that's so soft and unlike the rough draw of his hips. His words do nothing to help the overwhelming pleasure he's giving you, the feeling of his breath against your ear giving you the final push to cum hard on his fingers and cock. With your third orgasm, you gush all over his cock and fingers, making him moan at the sight of you getting the front of his clothes drenched and the sound of your throat moan. The feeling of you cumming again over his cock makes him groan loudly, finally cumming with a couple more strokes deep inside of you. His hips continue to rut lightly into you after he cums, eyes closing in bliss at the feeling of his cum seeping around his cock inside of you and dripping out just the tiniest bit to make a pool on the floor.
Once you two have both caught your breaths he pulls out gently, already feeling himself beginning to get hard again at the sound of your whine and your hole clenching over his length that was just there. He resists the urge to pull you into another position, put you onto his lap and fuck you until you can't think straight. Instead, he tucks himself away and sits you in his lap, giving you a light hug and pressing a kiss to your lips. It's warm and soft, and you wish you could kiss him forever. He continues to kiss you as you come down from the intense highs, hair lightly tickling you as he brushes against your neck.
“Perhaps that was wildly forward of me, but I take it you enjoyed it as well,” he says softly with a chuckle, holding you lightly against him. You nod and put your face into his neck, gently putting your arms around his shoulders.
“How about I get you dinner after we find those flowers?” he offers, making you smile.
“Dinner might be a bit late by now but that sounds lovely,” you smile, taking the moment to appreciate being in his hold.