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Zhongli is a well-known figure around Liyue, so when he visits Wanwen Bookhouse one afternoon you immediately recognize him. He strides straight to the counter and asks politely where he may find a specific book he is looking for. You happily assist him, directing him to the correct aisle, adding your own recommendation for a similar read.
He looks at you curiously, then asks, “Are you also interested in ancient Liyuan traditions?”
Sheepishly, you admit, “I tend to read anything and everything Jifang allows me to get my hands on.”
Zhongli chuckles, a soft smile adorning his lips that makes heat crawl up your spine. “A woman after my own heart,” he comments tenderly, then disappears down the aisle you pointed towards.
Shortly after, he arrives at the counter with the book he was looking for along with your recommendation in tow. You try not to look too flustered by his previous comment and ring him up. When you tell him the total he says simply, “Thank you, please send the bill to Northland Bank.”
Either he doesn’t notice your confused expression or he’s unbothered by it as he gathers his things and bids you goodbye. You watch him leave in a bit of a daze, only breaking out of it at the sound of the front door ringing upon his exit.
Then, you look down at the receipt in your hand entirely unsure what he means by sending the bill to Northland. You were unaware Zhongli is affiliated with the Fatui.
When you have a moment, you take the receipt to Jifang in her office, and she rolls her eyes whilst instructing you to drop it off at Northland after work. She tells you all you have to do is take it to the receptionist and tell them it’s from Zhongli and they’ll know what to do with it from there. If she knows why Zhongli sends his bills to Northland, she doesn’t say.
After work you do as Jifang says, and though you’re skeptical, she ends up being right. The receptionist takes it without question and returns to her tasks as if this is a common occurrence.
On the way home you can’t help wondering what connection Zhongli has to the Fatui.
Several days later, Zhongli returns to Wanwen. However, this time, he doesn’t have a specific text he’d like to purchase. He approaches you at the counter and asks for another recommendation since apparently, he rather enjoyed your previous one.
After that, you become closer, bonding over your mutual interest in literature. Your relationship evolved into more, trading book recommendations (though you found it’s quite difficult to suggest anything he hasn’t already read), and one afternoon, Zhongli invited you out to lunch.
He had the bill from Third Round Knockout sent to Northland.
You ignored it, deciding you liked Zhongli and his company and it’s none of your business how he handles his finances.
Lunch with Zhongli quickly became a regular habit, until one afternoon, someone interrupts the conversation you and Zhongli are having about the latest book he recommended to you.
“Oh?” A voice drawls from behind you.
You turn, eyes widening to find Childe, the Eleventh Harbinger of the Fatui leering at you with a devilish grin on his face. You’ve seen him a few times around Liyue but purposefully kept your distance as most residents of the city do.
“I’ve been wondering who this mystery person is you’ve been spending so much Mora on lately Zhongli, so I came to see for myself,” he says, taking a seat in the empty chair at your table.
Zhongli seems unconcerned, simply introducing the two of you as if Childe isn’t arguably the most dangerous man in Liyue.
Childe smiles warmly at you, teasing, “Hi, I’m Childe; Zhongli’s wallet.”
You’re surprised at the laugh that escapes you, taken aback by Childe’s blunt introduction. Though now everything makes sense. Since meeting him, you’ve been completely baffled that a distinguished person such as Zhongli appears to be, never brings any Mora with him.
Putting your hand out for Childe to shake, you say, “Pleasure to meet you, Zhongli’s wallet.”
He takes it, eyes glimmering with mirth at your reaction. Then he turns his attention to Zhongli, pouting. “I’ll be honest, I’m a little hurt you never once thought to invite me. It’s my Mora after all.”
The only indication Zhongli is moved by Childe’s words is a subtle blink before he says, “Apologies. I thought we would bore you with the topic of conversation.”
“And that would be…?”
“Books,” you supply. “I work at Wanwen.”
Childe lifts a brow, as if that piece of information means something to him. “I suppose that doesn’t have anything to do with the new influx of purchases from there now would it, Zhongli?”
You feel your heart do a small flip in your chest at the slight smile that quirks the corner of Zhongli’s mouth. Then he shrugs, “Her recommendations are impeccable.”
Childe grins knowingly, then leans back in his seat and waves the waiter over to order himself something and join the two of you.
Since then, the three of you have been comfortable friends. You go out to lunch together, you attend storytelling’s with Zhongli, and Childe attempts—and fails—to teach you how to use a bow. They happily invite you as their guest to theater performances, the opera, and other high-class events you could never dream of receiving an invitation to on your own.
On your birthday, Zhongli buys you a book you’ve been eyeing while Childe takes the two of you out for an expensive dinner he insists you do not need to see the bill for.
It’s easy, you enjoy each other’s company and you’re happy for the most part.
Though there is some nagging part of you that cannot help but feel out of place.
The two of them are notable figures in society—Zhongli, a name known throughout Liyue, the infamous consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, recognized for his vast knowledge and intellect; and Childe, the Eleventh Harbinger of the Fatui, an undeniably very powerful figure in all of Teyvat.
And you are just…you.
A mere assistant to the owner of Wanwen Bookhouse.
A nobody.
The feeling only worsens when one day, they announce to you that they are together.
It doesn’t come as a shock, the three of you are quite close, and you’ve always known the two of them have something between them you are unaware of. It’s never bothered you very much.
What you aren’t expecting is the ache that grows in your chest whenever you are with them now.
You cannot deny you’ve grown rather fond of both of them, despite how different they are.
Zhongli is a wonderful friend. You could listen to the man talk for hours, and he gladly listens to you when you go on a tangent about your most recent book. He is attentive, well-spoken, and devastatingly handsome in a way you cannot describe—like he’s timeless and carved out of stone.
On the other hand, Childe is wild, a loose cannon and terrifying in many ways, but surprisingly easy to talk to. And there is much more to him than being a Fatui Harbinger. There is never a dull moment in his presence. He is beautiful in a much different way than Zhongli. He’s a fresh, unperturbed snowfall; desolate and cold, but enrapturing all the same.
And once you start going down the train of thought of everything you like about them, you’re doomed.
You have no choice but to swallow your feelings and live on. They are your friends. However, it’s hard seeing them together, happy, and having to pretend like all is well. You’re a swirling mess of emotions you hide whenever you’re with them, just to go home and bite back the hot, jealous tears that well up in your eyes.
You hate that you’re jealous—jealous they have each other while you are left to stew in your feelings that you can only hope will eventually fade.
And you cannot bring yourself to separate from them or say anything, valuing their friendship over the risk of losing them should they ever find out about the feelings you harbor.
Childe and Zhongli, however, are not blind. Zhongli may be dense, but even he can see that you’re struggling.
Zhongli is the first to bring it up, neither of them able to deny that they love you too.
While Zhongli is unphased at the suggestion of adding you to their relationship, Childe is hesitant. He is not keen on the idea of sharing Zhongli with anyone. Which earns him a reprimanding from the ex-archon for being ‘unnecessarily possessive’, as if Zhongli isn’t guilty of that from time to time as well.
Eventually, Childe realizes he can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else. Picturing you approaching them one day with a partner of your own makes his blood unexpectedly simmer and Zhongli is quite pleased when he finally admits it.
Childe refrains from commenting on how now that his possessiveness is in Zhongli’s best interest, he comes out unscathed from a scolding.
Instead of sitting you down to talk about it, disliking how that might feel like an interrogation, they decide attempting to bring it up naturally is the best course of action. However naturally someone can bring up something of this nature.
So, a few weeks later when you visit for tea, Childe and Zhongli fidget restlessly as you make yourself at home and begin rummaging around in the kitchen to locate a teapot. Once you’ve started boiling water, you look around for the tea leaves, finding them tucked away in the back of the tallest shelf.
You huff, standing on your tiptoes, fingers just brushing the tin but unable to grab it.
Under your breath you grumble, “Why did they put it up here?”
Meanwhile, both Zhongli and Childe watch you with predatory intent from the sitting room. The way your ass perks up as you stand on your toes, your skirt lifting just enough to see the skin of your plush thighs has them already half-hard in their trousers.
Giving up, you call, “Will one of you help me? The tea leaves are too high up for me to reach.”
Inclining his head, Zhongli nudges Childe towards the kitchen, deciding Childe’s bolder nature is best suited for breaking the ice. And though Childe scowls at him, he obliges and joins you.
Not bothering to ease into it, Childe takes the liberty of standing directly behind you, crowding you against the counter as he reaches above your head to grab the tea box.
You make a small, involuntary noise of surprise, stiffening upon feeling Childe’s prominent length pressing against your ass.
This does not go unnoticed by him.
Above you, he smirks, and instead of stepping away to give you space, he leans down to murmur in your ear, “Feel that?”
He shifts his hips forward, your own now trapped between his and the counter.
You freeze, heart racing as you begin to realize what’s going on.
Childe plows on, taking the fact you haven’t immediately pushed him away as his cue to continue.
“Feel what you’ve done to me?”
He takes your hip in one hand and grinds your ass against his cock.
You swallow thickly, whispering, “Childe, Zhongli is—,”
“Right here,” the man in question appears at your side, his hand reaching out to caress your face gently.
Still in shock, Childe is able to turn you around, so his back is now against the counter, your ass still pressed to his cock, allowing Zhongli to close in on the space in front of you.
Trembling in Childe’s grasp, you stare wide-eyed at Zhongli who is now impossibly close, his amber gaze beholding you like you’re the most precious jewel he’s ever laid eyes on. Being sandwiched between them like this, your skin feels so hot you feel like you’re running a high fever, and you’re afraid you might actually pass out.
You stiffen as Zhongli leans forward, eyes widening when his lips press against your own. Childe’s fingers at your hips tighten as he watches, surprisingly mesmerized. Zhongli is remarkably gentle with you, and Childe doesn’t bother being embarrassed that his cock hardens at the sight of you and Zhongli. Then, he lowers his own mouth to latch onto your neck, using his grip on your waist to grind you back against him, groaning softly against your skin at the sensation.
When Zhongli pulls away, you blurt, “What—,”
But he cuts you off, asking softly, “Is this alright?”
You attempt to reply but end up having to press your lips into a firm line to stop the moan that threatens to spill out of you as Childe drags his tongue up your neck, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear.
“Give her a moment please, Childe,” Zhongli scolds.
Childe stops, though his warm breath still tickles your ear as he waits.
“Tell us this is alright, love,” Zhongli murmurs, his lips just inches above yours.
You swallow thickly, wetting your lips nervously, then barely manage, “This is alright.”
Zhongli’s answering smile has your knees feeling like jelly as Childe’s grip on your waist tightens. One hand of his rises to hold your chin in his fingers, turning you to face him. Smirking devilishly, he hovers his lips above yours and rumbles, “Then loosen up girly.”
Then his lips are on yours, his tongue sliding greedily into your mouth making you finally groan aloud that has Zhongli murmuring softly, “That’s it darling.”
Childe is a much more aggressive kisser, his lips taking yours as his own, barely giving you a moment to catch your breath between them. His hand rests at your throat, fingertips just above your thrumming pulse tempting him to tighten the hold he has on your neck.
He refrains, recalling he and Zhongli discussed easing you into it, knowing that he can get…a little carried away.
When he parts from you, Zhongli is quick to take his place, his own tongue mixing with yours while Childe watches, his gaze growing headier as he watches the two of you getting lost in the other.
Remembering Childe is there as well, Zhongli abandons you to slot his lips to Childe’s over your shoulder, and you watch them in a bit of daze. Never did you dream you would be in this situation, and now that you’re here, you still can’t quite believe it.
Through your lust-filled haze, you aren’t really sure what’s going on. Are they aware of your feelings for them? Or are you just a means to spice things up for them?
You don’t get much time to think about it too hard before they’re dragging you towards Zhongli’s bedroom, a mess of limbs and lips and clothes being discarded on the way.
You get there, partially undressed, and Childe pulls you onto the bed to sit in front of him between his legs as he rests against the headboard. Wasting no time, Zhongli settles between your thighs, his large warm hands pushing your skirt up to bunch at your waist, finally getting a look at your already embarrassingly wet underwear.
You squirm anxiously, panicking as Zhongli’s fingers hook into the waistband to pull them off you.
“Wai—wait!” You shout, hands flying out to wrap around Zhongli’s wrists to stop him.
Thankfully, Zhongli pauses. But the look he gives you from between your legs, his pupils blown wide with lust, has your breath catching in your throat. Especially when he says calmly, “We want you.”
You bite your lip, the crack in your resolve growing wider as Childe nuzzles the crook of your neck from behind you.
“Let Zhongli take care of you,” he murmurs softly against your skin.
Zhongli kisses your inner thigh reassuringly as you carefully let go of his wrists and try to relax against Childe. You squeeze your eyes shut when you feel Zhongli slide your underwear down your legs, forcing yourself to keep them open against your overwhelming desire to close them.
You have to bite back a whimper as Zhongli kisses your other thigh, breathing, “Beautiful.”
On any other day, he would’ve demanded you open your eyes to look at him before starting, but he allows it this once, keeping in mind this is a lot for you to handle right now.
You freeze when you feel his tongue slide up along your entrance, your nails digging into your thighs as he expertly finds your clit. Once he finds it, he buries his face even deeper, using his hands to hold your thighs apart and his tongue to circle your clit gently.
Behind you, Childe chuckles, his chest rumbling against your back reminding you he is also there, probably watching Zhongli eat you out, only making you even more embarrassed than before.
Deciding to help loosen you up, Childe unclasps your bra and throws it aside, your shirt already discarded somewhere in the hallway. He skims his fingers up your sides, his lips still attached to your neck, whispering, “Come on pretty girl, let us hear you.”
He cups your breasts, tweaking your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, successfully eliciting a soft gasp from you that has him praising, “There you are.”
You warm at his praise, body relaxing a bit more against him, head resting fully on his shoulder now allowing him free access to litter your neck with marks. He ravages you, finally claiming your lips and in combination with Zhongli methodically lapping at your clit at a steady, unhurried pace; you quickly reach the edge. Almost embarrassingly so.
Childe feels it, the way your body tenses, fingers scrabbling for something to hold, finding purchase in Zhongli’s dark locks that has the man groaning against you, making it even harder for you to get a handle on your impending orgasm.
“I’m—!” You try to warn them, only for Childe to muffle it with his lips, his tongue shoving into your mouth and fingers pulling harshly at your nipples.
Zhongli tugs your hips closer, burying his tongue into your pussy, and with one last swipe of his tongue, you come apart.
Groaning quietly against Childe’s lips, you tremble against him, legs attempting to clamp close around Zhongli as your vision stains white from pleasure. Childe grunts, his own erection now pressing uncomfortably against his pants, especially with you quivering in front of him.
Zhongli holds your legs open, keeping his attention on your clit and helping you ride out your orgasm while Childe dominates your mouth and barely allows you to catch your breath. Only when Zhongli pauses does Childe give you a moment to breathe, the two of you panting, lips swollen, his chest heaving against your back.
It’s short lived as he smiles mischievously, takes your chin between his fingers, and directs your gaze down to Zhongli.
“Now that’s a sight to see,” Childe hums against your ear.
And what a sight it is indeed.
Zhongli, cheeks flushed, chin shining from your slick, his golden eyes heady and trained on the two of you.
“How did she taste?” Childe asks brazenly.
“Divine,” he says. “Would you care to try?”
You feel Childe nod, and for a moment you think they’re going to switch places. But instead, Zhongli rises to meet Childe’s lips, their tongues intertwining, and it’s all you can do but gape.
As they part, a string of saliva connects the two of them that you find yourself staring at, not realizing Zhongli is coming for you next. He kisses you, hand brushing gently down your cheek to cup your chin, his tongue slipping past your lips, the smallest hint of a salty taste on it.
“Again,” he commands upon pulling away.
You blink, not registering his words and staring a bit dumbfounded at him as he strips himself of his heavy coat, noticing just now you’re the only one so exposed.
“More,” you say before you can stop yourself.
Zhongli pauses, looking curiously at you, then up at Childe. “…more?”
You look away, unable to meet his eyes, but ask quietly, “Take off more.”
His gaze turns soft and heeding your request, loosens his tie and removes his vest. He unbuttons a few buttons of his white shirt and rolls up his sleeves, then asks gently, “Better?”
You peek at him shyly from beneath your lashes, admittedly admiring the view. You’ve never seen Zhongli without all his layers, and he is very nice to look at.
“Much.”
He smiles, then alarmingly settles between your legs again.
You scramble back, a futile endeavor with Childe behind you, blurting, “What are you doing?”
“Didn’t you hear him say, ‘again’?” Childe warns.
You give Childe a pleading look, unaware the real sadist is seated behind you.
He leans down to kiss you soothingly, then says, “You’re gunna need it.”
Your eyes widen to what that could possibly mean, making Childe chuckle as your attention shifts to the prominent bulge at the front of Zhongli’s pants.
Unphased by Childe’s insinuation, Zhongli takes his spot up again between your thighs and gives you no warning as he latches his mouth onto you again. You gasp, this time able to keep your eyes open, watching him, mesmerized by the way his eyes close, almost like he’s in ecstasy himself.
A hand on your chin pulls your attention away, Childe’s cerulean eyes boring into yours as he drawls, “You’re making me jealous, princess.”
Before his lips close over yours, you murmur, “Sorry.”
Then you’re lost in Childe’s kiss, finally getting more comfortable, moving your hips in sync with Zhongli’s mouth.
Though Zhongli doesn’t let you get too comfortable, one of his fingers prodding your entrance before he slowly sinks it knuckle deep into your pussy. You hardly notice it, not until he quickly adds another one, spreading them inside you while the pace of his tongue does not stop.
You don’t panic until you feel him begin to test adding a third, holding Childe at bay long enough to whimper, “Ah—wait, Zhongli—”
“You can do it,” he coos. “You’re being such a good girl, one more for me, love.”
You whine, but go back to fervently kissing Childe, and Zhongli takes that as his cue to go on, sliding a third finger into your cunt.
Childe loves the way you go limp against him as Zhongli praises, “Good girl.”
“Oh, she liked that,” Childe teases in between your desperate kisses. Wrapping a hand around your breasts, he holds them in his palms, playing with your nipples every so often as filthy things continue to come out of his mouth. “You like being praised? What about being called a good little slut?”
You’re unable to control the loud moan that escapes you, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
Childe chuckles, pressing his lips to your ear to murmur, “I thought so. Such a good whore sandwiched between us like this, letting Zhongli fuck you with his fingers while I play with your perfect fucking tits. And—,”
“Childe,” Zhongli warns, sensing he was about to get carried away.
“What?” Childe pouts and takes your chin in his hands to make you look at Zhongli. “She likes it.” Then he turns your attention back to him, his azure gaze all consuming. “You’re going to cum on Zhongli’s fingers like a good girl, aren’t you? And then let us fuck your little pussy, hm?”
“Fuck,” you moan, trembling and unbearably hot. You feel like you’re going to shatter into a thousand pieces and then you’re going to let these two men put you back together just so they can break you again and again until you’re begging them to stop.
“P-please,” you plead, desperate for release.
Childe smiles fiendishly, nose to nose with you. “Ask him, not me.”
Shaking and barely lucid, you turn to the man between your legs. “Zhongli…,” you whimper.
Zhongli must have his own sadistic streak, for he pauses his assault of your clit with his tongue but replaces it with a finger as he continues to fuck you with his other hand.
Amber gaze practically glowing, he admonishes, “Use your words, love. Tell me what you want.”
Though you feel like you’re nearly about to burst into fucking flames, you manage to tell him shyly, “I want to cum for you, Zhongli—please?”
A satisfied hum rumbles from his chest and unknowingly to you, you’ve pleased him greatly with your choice of words.
He smiles softly, so at odds with the way he’s knuckle deep in you. “How can I refuse such a polite request?”
With that, Zhongli’s pace quickens, and he returns his mouth to your cunt, the trembling of your thighs uncontrollable now. Childe continues to murmur praises in your ear low enough Zhongli won’t scold him again, telling you how incredible you look, how he can’t wait to feel you cum around his cock later, how you’re being such a good girl for them.
That, in combination with Zhongli’s ruthless tongue and fingers, your orgasm hits you so fast and hard you don’t have time to warn them. The only indication they get is the way your body tenses in their grip, a soft whine escaping you as waves of pleasure roll over your skin.
Childe muffles his groan against your neck as your fingernails dig into his thighs on either side of you, his cock unbearably hard. If Zhongli wasn’t there to stop him, he’d already have you flipped around, face pressed into the sheets while he slides inside you easily like he knows he will.
“Fuck,” he grumbles. “Are you done yet Zhongli?”
With a final crook of his fingers that has you moaning wantonly, Zhongli slips his fingers out of you and chides, “We talked about this, Childe. Patience. But yes, I am done—for now.”
You’ve barely regained enough of your brain to register what he means, all thoughts out the window when he kisses your thigh, rises, and cups your chin in his hand. “Are you alright?” He asks tenderly.
Subconsciously, you lean into his palm and smile. “More than,” you say, a bit dazed and still a little fucked-out from your orgasm.
He presses his lips to yours, and you eagerly return it, all too happy for him to keep kissing you and looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“Are you ready for Childe?”
“Yes,” you breathe with little hesitation.
There’s a bit of shuffling as Childe extracts himself from behind you, Zhongli distracting you with his mouth and tongue while Childe rids himself of the rest of his clothing. Childe joins you once he’s finished, groaning as he dips his fingers into your cunt and Zhongli abandons you to kiss him.
Then, Zhongli pulls away and you’re a little embarrassed by the way you ask quickly, “Where are you going?”
He chuckles and gives you a chaste kiss on your head. “Nowhere, love. Just going to let Childe have you to himself for a bit, that’s all. He’s been a very good boy.”
You don’t miss the way Zhongli’s tone dips, nor the way Childe sucks in a breath at his words, and you suddenly realize you don’t think you’re the only one getting fucked tonight.
Zhongli slips away off the bed, and you find yourself underneath Childe, who looks like he is just a few moments from devouring you whole.
You try your best not to stare at Childe’s cock as he tugs you closer by your hips. He seems entranced by you, his fingers massaging the plush skin of your thighs pushing them apart to settle himself between them, trailing up your hips to settle at your waist.
Then, he lines himself up and pushes easily into your wet cunt, groaning as he buries himself to the hilt. A lewd moan escapes you as he does so, eyes rolling to the back of your head, the stretch of his cock in your pussy unbelievably sweet.
“Fuck,” he moans, fingers tightening around your waist. Hips flush with yours he says, “Can’t believe how fucking good you feel. So good for me baby—so tight.”
“Is she?” Zhongli asks from somewhere to your right.
You’d forgotten he was there, turning your attention to find him sat in a chair he pulled up beside the bed, whimpering upon seeing him palm the outline at the front of his trousers.
“Fuck yeah,” Childe confirms from above you, pushing impossibly deeper. Then he pulls out until just the tip remains before snapping his hips back into yours pulling a surprised gasp out of you. “That’s it sweetheart,” Childe croons, starting a steady pace with his hips. “Let us hear all your little sounds, don’t hold anything back.”
You whine, fingers fisting into the sheets beneath you, mewling, “Childe…”
“Tell me what you want,” he demands.
All semblance of dignity gone, you plead, “Faster.”
You hear a deep groan emanate from Zhongli as a feral grin spreads across Childe’s face. Grip tightening on your hips, he drives himself deeper and faster into you at your request, his sapphire gaze boring it yours.
You can barely stand it, already having cum twice, Childe’s bruising grip and his pace; the fact Zhongli is just watching the two of you—this entire situation, brings you to the edge faster than you expect. Childe is abusing a spot inside you that has you seeing stars with each stroke and if he keeps going at it like this, you’re going to tumble over the edge with very little warning.
While you and Childe are lost in the other, Zhongli can see neither of you are going to last much longer if you continue at this rate. And he isn’t about to let the two of you have all the fun. Not tonight.
At Zhongli’s commanding call of his name, Childe pauses his relentless pace. But as if he can’t help himself, he doesn’t stop entirely, resuming fucking you gently, sinking his cock into you before drawing it agonizingly slow back out while he looks at Zhongli.
The two of them seem to share a silent conversation you are not privy to, a boyish smile rising to Childe’s lips as he teases, “Looks like Zhongli’s getting impatient.”
You look confusedly between the two of them, though don’t get much time to think about it as Childe slides out of you with a hiss. You almost open your mouth to ask what’s going on until he maneuvers you onto your hands and knees and slips easily back into you with a satisfied groan that he muffles on the skin between your shoulder blades.
He fucks into you a few times bent over like this, then pulls you up back flush to his chest, one hand wrapping around your waist, the other playing with a sensitive nipple that has you whimpering with your head resting on his shoulder. After a moment, he abandons your nipple in favor of gripping your chin to direct your attention down to Zhongli still seated in his chair.
You’re immediately enraptured by the way he’s unbuttoning his shirt fully revealing his lean, tanned and muscular chest. Your gaze travels with his hand as it makes its way to undoing his belt, your eyes glued to his fingers as he slips it out of the belt loops.
Behind you, Childe chuckles, using his grip on your jaw to open your mouth a little and worm two fingers past your lips. Against your ear he clicks his tongue and chides, “Naughty girl, you want Zhongli’s big cock stuffing your pretty little mouth—don’t you?”
You whine, practically delirious with Childe still balls fucking deep in you as he continues, “Why don’t you show him how good you’re going to be for him?”
He presses down on your tongue and in response, you open your mouth, allowing your tongue to loll out and swipe up Childe’s calloused fingers, taking them back into your mouth to suck on them. You hold Zhongli’s glowing amber gaze as you do so, watching him lean back in his chair and finally pull his cock out.
You feel the way Childe smiles against your neck when you pause at the sight of it.
“Told you you’d need it,” Childe purrs. Then he’s pressing on your tongue again prompting you to continue showing Zhongli just how much you want his enormous cock in your mouth.
Zhongli stares at you, gaze wandering from your mouth around Childe’s fingers, down your body to where he’s disappearing inside you, a hint of a smile on his lips. The way Zhongli slowly strokes his shaft as he watches you enamored has waves of heat rolling over your skin and you’ve never been more desperate to suck someone’s dick in your entire fucking life.
Finally—Childe pulls his fingers out of your mouth and says, “Isn’t she being a good girl?”
Lowly, hand still around his cock, Zhongli says, “A very good girl, indeed.”
You nearly fucking choke at the praise, an orgasm almost upon you that Childe must notice for he stops his hips and admonishes, “Oh no, girly—not yet.”
Trembling, the sensation passes but is still right fucking there and you know you won’t last long at all once Zhongli is in your mouth.
“P—please,” you manage while looking at Zhongli who finally rises from his chair and rids himself of the remainder of his clothing.
Childe releases you, allowing you to bend and rest on your hands and knees again. Somehow you hold Zhongli’s gaze as he approaches, taking your chin into his grasp to tilt it up towards him. He hums appreciatively as you open your mouth, your tongue lolling out without being told. He places his thumb atop your tongue momentarily as he guides his cock to your waiting mouth and slides inside.
He groans, his eyes rolling as your lips close around him, sucking him into your mouth until the tip of him is prodding the back of your throat. His fingers twine in your hair, and in unison with Childe fucking you from behind, he fucks your mouth. And compared to Childe with the filthiest mouth, Zhongli is not much of a talker. But his sighs and groans from deep in his throat are music to your ears and all you want to do is please him to hear more of them.
You’ve never felt so wonderfully fucked before in your life, so blissed out you don’t care you can barely breathe around Zhongli’s cock and in combination with Childe’s ruthless and rough pace, you’re barreling towards another orgasm you have no hope of stopping.
“Fucking hell, she’s gunna cum again,” Childe pants breathlessly, his own orgasm not far off.
Almost instantly, Zhongli replies, “Let her.” Then, he adds, “Not you.”
Frustrated, Childe moans, eyes screwing shut as he prepares to fend off his orgasm, his pace remaining constant in his endeavor for yours.
You shake uncontrollably as your orgasm washes over you in a wave that is toeing the line between pleasure and pain, yet you do not stop the ministrations of your tongue around Zhongli, nor the way you desperately shove your ass flush with Childe’s hips in an attempt to drive him deeper and get him to move.
He grunts, shivering from your fluttering pussy around his cock, his fingers digging hard into your waist to prevent you from moving and making him cum before he’s allowed to.
For the first time, you hear Childe gasp pleadingly, “Zhongli—,”
Zhongli makes a noise in the back of his throat as he pulls out of your mouth, and still coming down from your high, you barely register him kiss the top of your head gently.
“Do you need a moment?” Zhongli asks him, and if you aren’t mistaken, there’s a hint of teasing in his tone.
Chile doesn’t seem bothered by the playful jab, pulling out of you with a shuddering breath, his thighs trembling as he feels your cunt tighten attempting to keep him seated inside you. “Ah—,” he sighs shakily as he withdraws, retreating to the chair Zhongli vacated earlier.
Turning his attention to you, Zhongli asks, “Are you doing alright?” You nod, still in a bit of an orgasm-induced haze. Zhongli smiles tenderly, continuing, “Do you also need a break?”
Immediately, you shake your head and mutter, “You.”
He looks at you curiously. “Me?”
You nod. “Need…you.”
Beside you, Childe laughs. “Aiming to kill both of us I see.”
Zhongli continues to look at you, a hint of a smile on his lips at your request. Without another word, he positions himself behind you, takes your ass cheeks in both of his large palms to spread them and get a look at your abused cunt.
You arch your back hoping to entice him into giving you want you want, and thankfully he doesn’t bother teasing you as he fits the head of his cock against you and pushes inside with a throaty groan. You can’t help the way your eyes widen, nor how your jaw slackens as he sheathes himself inside you completely. Even with the obscene amount of foreplay and cumming around Childe’s cock already, Zhongli is a tight fit.
“Fuck—,” you breathe once you feel his hips against your ass.
You make eye contact with Childe who is smirking in his chair, hand lazily stroking his cock as he watches you. You can see the smug ‘I told you so’ look on his face that if you didn’t have Zhongli stretching you wide fucking open, you’d have some words about.
But instead, a pathetic whine rips out of your throat as Zhongli retreats, only to sink back into you, somehow even deeper this time.
He wraps his arms around you, drawing you up flush to his chest so his lips rest beside your ear. “Is this what you wanted?” He asks; his deep, raspy voice making you shiver. “My cock stuffing your tight little pussy? Right after getting fucked by Childe?” He clicks his tongue, “A good little slut indeed.”
Your eyes roll at his sudden decision to fill your head with filthy words, fingers grasping at his forearm wrapped around your waist, his pace unbearably unhurried and deliberate that is going to make you go insane if he doesn’t go any faster.
Childe grins, commenting, “Wow, you must’ve really riled him up for him to be talking dirty like that.”
Ignoring Childe, you plead, “Zhongli…faster, please—”
Lips still against your ear, he says coldly, “You will take whatever I give you. That’s what little sluts like you get, don’t they?”
“Yes—yes,” you practically sob.
Body completely pliant for him, he holds you up, fucking you at his maddeningly constant pace while Childe watches, waiting for Zhongli’s next instruction.
All sorts of sounds escape you as Zhongli murmurs, “That’s it, love. You are being so good for me.” He grunts quietly as you shudder at his words, pussy quivering around him, and he realizes you’re already quite close. Kissing the junction of your neck and shoulder reverently, he decides you’ve done quite well, and the three of you have plenty of time to explore this new development in your relationship.
Against your skin, Zhongli says, “Shall we let Childe join our fun? He’s been a very good boy tonight.”
Without hesitation you nod, despite having no idea what that’s going to entail, but at this point they could maneuver you into any position they want and as long as one of them is inside you, you’ll be happy.
Childe smiles, rising from his seat and seamlessly taking Zhongli’s place. One thrust Zhongli is inside you, and the next Childe is. Gently, Childe lowers you to your hands and knees, bending over you as well, and there’s a moment of pause where something is happening behind you that you cannot see.
You can only guess what has happened from Childe’s sharp intake of breath and the way his fingers stiffen around you. “Hah—,” he moans in your ear, then he thrusts into you with a surprised gasp that makes you realize Zhongli is responsible.
Thighs trembling, Childe tries to get a hold of himself, but with his cock in your cunt and Zhongli buried in his ass; he’s finding it rather difficult to find any coherent thought.
Zhongli seems happy to do the talking now, for he chuckles, loving the way both you and Childe tremble at the sound. “Childe has been wanting to be between us like this for weeks now,” Zhongli reveals, and in your position, you can’t see how Childe flushes pink in a way that Zhongli rather likes. Enjoying having Childe at his mercy, Zhongli continues, “He’s been fucking into my hand with your name spilling from his lips when he cums, haven’t you Childe?”
The man in question moans obscenely, allowing Zhongli to help him to his knees to kiss him fervently, taking advantage of his open mouth to slide his tongue past Childe’s lips, continuing to push into him that simultaneously drives his cock into you.
For a few moments, the three of you are awkward and uncoordinated, but you quickly find a rhythm with each other. And once you do, there’s nothing but soft, needy moans intermingled with breathless pants filling the air; the sound of skin on skin and Childe slipping in and out of you in rhythm with Zhongli thrusting into him.
At some point, Zhongli scolds, “Come now Childe, have you already forgotten about someone?”
In all honesty, Childe had for a moment. Too consumed by finally having the two of you the way he’s been shamelessly fantasizing about since he and Zhongli agreed to have you join their relationship.
Childe pulls you up to his chest, making you mewl at the new position, close enough now that Zhongli wraps his hands around your breasts, tweaking your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Your head drops back onto Childe’s shoulder, and above you Zhongli smiles, delighted to have you within his reach now.
He lowers his lips to yours and without even thinking about it, you open your mouth for him allowing his tongue to sweep inside that has a pleased hum rumbling from his chest.
In the meantime, Childe takes the opportunity to hold your hips tighter and begin pulling them back towards him in rhythm with he and Zhongli’s thrusts, rumbling in pleasure from the increase in pace and depth. He’s panting, small whines and whimpers escaping him as his pace becomes a little reckless that Zhongli somehow matches effortlessly.
“Archon’s,” Childe swears, and you miss the way Zhongli smiles a little into your kiss. “Fucking hell—you’re better than I ever fucking imagined.”
Breaking your kiss, Zhongli hums playfully onto your lips, “Should we let him cum?”
Hardly lucid, you giggle and reply, “You said he’s been a good boy.”
Childe groans loudly at the words, his pace even more erratic now.
Zhongli chuckles tenderly, still hovering just above your lips. “He has indeed.”
Then his lips are on yours again, fingers of one hand traveling down your stomach to find your clit, circling it gently before increasing his pace to match Childe’s who starts to desperately chase his release.
It’s obscene and utterly sinful, the three of you all tangled up in the other; but none of you care, completely lost in this moment. A moment that for Zhongli and Childe, has felt like a long time coming.
It isn’t long before Zhongli’s mouth on yours, his fingers on your clit, Childe finding and abusing that spot inside you becomes all too much rather quickly.
You suddenly barrel straight into another orgasm, blinding and all consuming, Childe’s grip becoming bruising as your cunt pulses around him. And in combination with Zhongli fully sheathed in his ass, he finds his release, shuddering uncontrollably as waves of pleasure roll over him. He moans weakly as Zhongli follows suit, pressing flush to Childe’s ass as he cums, breaking apart from you for a moment to take Childe’s mouth as his own.
And then there’s nothing but silence and heavy, breathless pants that fill the air.
Then Childe kisses you deeply, slipping out of you with a satisfied groan, before kissing Zhongli as the two of them part.
You’re slick with sweat, cum sliding down your thighs as Childe lowers you gently to the bed and then draws you into his embrace as Zhongli disappears to the bathroom. You snuggle close to Childe who pets your hair, kisses your temple, and murmurs sweet nothings to you that feel special coming from him.
Zhongli returns, gathering you up into his arms and heading towards the bathroom with Childe close behind. Steam wafts through the air from the filled tub that Zhongli places you in. Shortly after, the two of them join you.
Childe pulls you into his lap as Zhongli lathers up his hands with soap and then digs them into your scalp. You moan, leaning back against Childe who takes the opportunity to soap up his own hands and get to work on your back and shoulders. You whine a little as he makes his way to your aching hips and thighs, the press of his fingers painful in a good way as he massages them. Childe coos gently at you as he does so, then Zhongli is dunking your head beneath the water and scrubbing the soap out of your hair.
When you emerge, you feel a bit more like yourself. And despite being dangerously close to the brink of exhaustion, you decide you’d like to take part in this aftercare. Turning around in Childe’s lap, you soap up your hands and shamelessly run them across his shoulders and chest. He shudders as you trail them down his toned abdomen to his thighs, hoping you can’t feel the way his cock twitches as your fingers brush over his skin.
Behind you, Zhongli presses up against your back, rubbing his hands along your sides, stopping to rest at your waist where he gently presses his thumbs in circles into the small of your back. He kisses your shoulder tenderly, then rests his chin on it, looking curiously at Childe as you continue your care of him.
You’re quiet, and though the silence is quite comfortable, Childe and Zhongli share a mildly concerned look. You have your head down, focused on your task, unable to bring yourself to look at either of them, and unsure if you can handle what you might see if you do.
Childe begins to open his mouth to say something, but Zhongli gives him a hard glare that has him shutting it.
You’re probably just tired and overwhelmed and he thinks it would be best to table the discussion he and Childe want to have with you until morning.
In truth, you are tired and overwhelmed. But you’re also happy. At least for now. And right now, all you’d like to do is continue enjoying this moment, caring for them the way your heart aches to, and you’ll deal with everything else tomorrow.
So, they let you quietly clean Childe up, Zhongli pressing intermittent kisses to your skin as you do so.
Once Childe is taken care of you turn to Zhongli, eyes unable to meet his, staring at his broad chest before you.
Without a word, Zhongli turns, a silent invitation to continue your work. As you lather more soap in your hands, Childe settles himself in front of Zhongli and does the same. From the safety behind his back, you risk a glance at the two of them, heart growing a little heavy as you watch Childe easily let Zhongli’s hair free from his ponytail, then catch them share an affectionate kiss that has your gaze jerking away.
Attention now on the surface of the water, you marvel a bit at how Zhongli’s long hair pools atop it, following it up draped across his muscled back. Meanwhile, Zhongli is peering curiously at you from the corner of his eye wondering why a slight frown is pulling at the corners of your lips.
Before he can point it out to Childe, the Harbinger is already putting the bottle of shampoo in your line of vision. You look surprised at first, but after a moment of hesitation, you take it and then your lovely fingers are digging into Zhongli’s dark locks.
He can’t help the groan that rumbles out of him, and Childe smirks a little upon seeing the way you get a little flustered by it. It’s a better expression than the one you were making a few minutes ago.
You wash Zhongli’s hair slowly and deliberately, like you can’t really believe what you’re doing—nor think you’ll ever do again. And honestly, it’s true. Before this, Zhongli felt so untouchable. Both of them did. You’re close, yes, but there always felt like there was a barrier you’d never be able to cross, a layer of them you’d never get to see. And up until now, you’d been okay with that.
You’re not so sure anymore.
But you don’t want to think about that right now.
For now, the three of you finish up and then Childe is helping you out of the tub as Zhongli pulls the drain. He wraps a plush robe around you, kisses your forehead, and hands the other robe available to Zhongli before wrapping a towel around his hips.
It takes you a moment to realize Childe has given you his designated robe.
They usher you back into the bedroom, and while Zhongli tidies up the bed, Childe rummages around in the drawers. He returns with an armful of clothing and hands you a pair of boxers and an oversized shirt that must be some of his own he keeps here. You can’t possibly imagine Zhongli wearing anything like this.
You find you’re correct as you watch Childe pull on something similar, then hand a pair of simple black boxer briefs to Zhongli.
You feel even more like an outsider watching them. This is clearly their routine, and you’re just…here.
They don’t allow you much time to get all up in your head, Zhongli pulling back the covers and motioning you forward. Behind you, Childe gives you no choice, steering you to the bed by your hips.
Deciding not to put up a fight and too tired to care, you crawl beneath the blankets, Childe joining you right after. He pulls your back flush to his chest, an arm curling around your waist, his chin resting atop your head. Zhongli joins you shortly, fitting himself into the space in front of you on his back, his arm wrapping beneath both your and Childe’s heads under the pillows.
After a moment of contemplation, you tentatively trail your fingers across Zhongli’s abdomen to settle at the opposite hip, your arm now draped around his waist.
Now that the three of you are a mess of intertwined limbs underneath the sheets, Childe snuggles impossibly closer, humming contentedly. He kisses the back of your neck and then above your head, he silently asks for a kiss from Zhongli.
You watch a small, warm smile tug the corners of Zhongli’s lips as he indulges him. Then, to your surprise, he tilts your chin up and leans down to press a similarly tender one to your lips. And as if not wanting to be left out, Childe turns your head over your shoulder to kiss you as well.
Zhongli closes his eyes peacefully, pulling you and Childe closer and resting the hand not under the pillows atop Childe’s arm around your waist. He presses one more soft kiss to your forehead, then leans back against his pillow and breathes deeply as he settles into the mattress.
You close your eyes, feeling safe and warm between them like this, and throwing all your worries to the back of your head, you fall asleep easier and happier than you have in months.