Petition To Make Neuvillette And Zhongli's Official Ship Name

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Degenerate solidarity ✨️

I WROTE ZHONGVILLETTE HATE SMUT NONSENSE

Here's the fic.

It's not happy, it's not romantic, it's pretty fucked up because Zhongli is fucked up. I am happy though <3

forget freak. who's gonna match my cringe.

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

•His lips latch onto yours with a burning passion, eyes full of lust and longing.

•His tongue finds it's way into your mouth, greedily lapping up every drop of your saliva, making sure he licks every crevasse of your mouth.

• A few minutes later, he pulls away breathless and needy.

"I want you." he states without any hesitation.

•••

You feel the mattress dip beside you when two strong arms pin you down as his lips latch onto your neck. Desperately sucking and biting down on the skin.

One of his hands slowly crept down to the hem of your shirt. 

"May I?" he asks. 

You nod in approval before he immediately lifts up your shirt, exposing the delicate skin under it.

He licks his lips as he observes how your chest rises and falls as you take each breath. He bends down to your chest and immediately latches his mouth onto one of your delicate buds as one of his hands fidgeted with the other. 

His unoccupied hand slowly crept its way to your crotch. He gently rubbed at it as you became more breathless from his actions.

"You like that, doll?" He breathes out as he watches you.

He unlatched himself from your chest to pull your pants down along with your underwear in one swift pull. Throwing them across the room before he did the same to his own clothes.

••• 

The both of you now lay bare as the moonlight from the window illuminated both of your bodies.

He leans in closer in your ear and whispers, "You look absolutely delectable, my love."

He gives your neck a small kiss before sitting back up, properly positioning himself between your legs.

"You ready?" 

"Mm-hmm"

He positions his tip to your entrance and slowly slides length into your needy hole. You feel a sharp pain that was soon replaced with a mouthwatering pleasure as he pushed in deeper. 

He groans as he feels your walls clenching around him. 

"Tell me when I can move, 'kay?" he says, letting you get used to his size.

A few moments later, you pat his arm as a signal that he could start moving. He nods and thrusts into you with a slow and gentle pace.

After a few more thrusts, his pace quickened; bit by bit, he started to get rougher; soon, he was pounding into you with no mercy. Making you feel like your mind was turning into goo.

Any pain you felt earlier was now completely taken over by pleasure and need.

Only grunts, moans, and the sound of skin slapping against each other were heard from your room as you both became drunk with each other.

"You still good?" he asks, tone full of love.

"Yeah—f-fuck.. please! More!" You breathlessly plead to your lover as you felt the knot that was forming in the pit of your stomach slowly becoming more and more unbearable. 

As soon as those words left your mouth, his pace became more merciless, as if a spark was lit inside him.

He put your legs on his shoulders, and oh boy, did that do you good?

He was hitting all the right places with more ease, causing your moans to get louder after every thrust. After a few more thrusts, you were ready to burst. 

His hand gently cups your cheek as he leans down.

"Go ahead, darling. Let it all go." His voice was laced in tenderness and love as he said this. Those words were enough to send you over the edge as the knot in your stomach finally burst inside you.

Your eyes shut tight, your legs closed around his waist, and your hands gripped at the sheets beside you as they came. A few moments later, his thrusts became sloppier, a sign that he's close to his own climax. After a few more thrusts, he releases his warm and gooey seed, filling you up to the brim.