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The cold nips at your skin despite the layers of fur and wool you’ve wrapped yourself up with.
Snezhnaya is noooo joke… you thought to yourself as you sneezed, a shiver running up your spine as you continued walking.
Snezhnaya’s climate is relentless, far harsher than anything you ever experienced in Sumeru, where the sun bathed the land in warmth and the rains helped the plants thrive. You tugged your hood tighter around your face as you looked over at one of the five adventurers that accompanied you.
“How much further is it to the capital?” you asked him, voice slightly raised so he could hear you over the winds. Your breath forms small clouds as it escapes, the crisp air freezing it before it even has a chance to linger.
“It’s about 8 more kilometers, Miss!” the adventurer said before he pulled out a small notebook. “I didn’t get the chance earlier, but will it be possible to get your autograph? My daughter adores you.”
“Sure!” you said as you took your hands out from your pocket to sign the man’s notebook.
Being an idol, you’re used to the adoration of crowds and the warmth of lights, not the icy solitude of these frozen plains. You’re also used to signing autographs, but doing so in the frigid weather was something that took a lot out of you surprisingly.
Currently, you were on a tour to other nations to perform. Hailing from Sumeru, you’ve done shows in Liyue, Mondstadt, and Fontaine so far. You plan on going to Natlan then Inazuma once you’re back. Oh? Why weren’t you doing one in Snezhnaya?
Because of the weather.
Well, weather was one thing, but the other one lies in the person in charge of the nation. The Tsaritsa. You couldn’t shake the nervous feeling gnawing at you from within, the uncertainty about whether the Tsaritsa herself would welcome you or not. You never dared to schedule a performance here, worried that the Archon of Cryo might not approve of an idol from Sumeru gracing her frozen nation.
You also weren’t sure if you’d be able to give your fans a proper show with the dancing and singing or not in the cold, so you decided that you’ll at least sing for them and do a fan signing event.
But to your surprise, the Tsaritsa actually liked some of your songs and invited you to perform in the nation. Hence, you were now on your way to the capital to sing for the people and greet them in a fan sign.
Additionally, you were also here for a brief break. Once the fan signing event was finished, you were gonna spend the rest of the week to see the land so unlike the lush, verdant forests you called home.
Bundled up as best you could, you press forward through the snow, the landscape before you bleak and vast. You’d hired a group of local adventurers to accompany you, their experience with the hostile environment a necessity as you explored Snezhnaya’s more remote areas. Additionally, you weren’t blessed with a vision, nor were you experienced in battle/combat.
The icy wind howled, rattling the trees, but with them by your side, you felt secure. That is, until the attack.
A rumble shakes the ground beneath you, and you freeze, glancing around. It’s too late to prepare. Hilichurls, with their wild masks and primal roars, descend upon your group from the snowdrifts, accompanied by the thunderous presence of a towering Lawachurl. It roared into the freezing air as it activated its protective shield, a shield made of ice.
Panic sets in, your instincts screaming at you to flee, but you rely on your companions to fight. Except this time, they hesitate. Their courage falters in the face of the massive enemies. Before you can fully comprehend what’s happening, they flee—leaving you behind.
You try to turn and run away when a hilichurl archer draws back its bow and shoots an arrow towards you. The arrow missed due to you tripping from the snow, but it did end up grazing your cheek. You scream as you fall to the floor and scramble to get back up.
Due to your inexperience in the snow, you couldn’t get up quick enough before the other hilichurls surrounded you.
You stand there, breath caught in your throat, your heart pounding against your chest. The icy wind howls around you, carrying the distant echoes of your former companions’ retreat. They’re gone. You’re alone.
Sumeru’s Idol Y/n L/n, found dead in the tundra on Snezhnaya, mauled by a group of hilichurls.
Was that going to be the headliner for all the newspapers circulating throughout Teyvat?
The Hilichurls snarl as they approach, their movements cutting through the snow like shadows. Your body tenses as the Lawachurl raises its massive fists, its roar vibrating through the frozen landscape, sending a tremor through the ground beneath your feet. The realization sinks in: you have no one to rely on but yourself.
You have no weapons, no fighting experience. You weren’t a warrior or a trained adventurer. You were an idol, known for your songs and performances, not your ability to survive an ambush. But now, in the icy wilderness of Snezhnaya, your talent is useless.
Fear grips you, but something swooshes from the corner of your eye and soon you hear a scream. “Duck!”
Quickly, you squatted down, hands going up to cover your ears as your eyes shut tightly. You hear the Hilichurls yell before silence, a roar from the Lawachurl taking their place. You lifted your head, eyes wide as you saw the hilichurls were gone, their bodies disintegrating into thin air before you see a tall, broad man in all black standing in front of you.
The coat he wore moved in the wind, like a prince’s cape blowing as he stood before his princess. A weapon in his right hand caught your eye. While it looked like a sword, due to his size, you wouldn’t be surprised if it was actually a claymore.
He looks at the Lawachurl before despawning the weapon and quickly moving to you. “Excuse me,” he said so quietly that you would’ve missed it had it not been for your proximity.
His large arms wrapped around you and he talked into your ear. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” he said, voice reverberating in your ears as he lifted you up, carrying you over his shoulder as he rose back up to his full height. His height and the way he carried you made you feel dizzy as you were not used to this position and he quickly turned.
Now, you were there, on his shoulder, staring at the Lawachurl who let out another fearsome roar as it lowered itself. He was about to dash forward and ram into you when your savior jumped out of the way and began running.
The initial burst of energy into his legs that propelled the both of you forward caught you off-guard, a squeak coming from your mouth as you clung to his thick shoulders. He ran and ran, full speed ahead, yet you couldn’t hear him breathing at all.
His priority right now was to get you to safety rather than showing off his strength and defeating a Lawachurl without breaking his sweat.
After what felt like half an hour of running, the man slowed down before coming to a full stop. He walked over to a fallen tree stump and slowly eased you off of his shoulder, sitting you on the trunk of the tree. You take a deep breath in, the cool air rushing into your warm lungs, making your nose hurt a little.
You weren’t sure if you were shaking from the cold or the adrenaline slowly leaving your body from the aftermath of the commotion. You looked up at the man and noticed his helmet that covered his face. He really was tall.
“Um,” you began, clearing your throat after you realized just how soft your voice sounded. “Thank you, for saving me back there. I probably would have died if it weren’t for you.”
You gave the man a genuine smile, tears threatening to spill from your eyes from relief. This prompted you to hug yourself, leaning forward as you closed your eyes to stop them from forming. You hear something rumble from above you and realize it was his voice.
“Why were you alone?” he asked simply before kneeling down in front of you. He did this to seem non-threatening to you. Back at headquarters, he knew the other soldiers, especially the new recruits, feared and trembled when he was near. Seeing your shoulders shake, even if it wasn’t necessarily fear from him, he was hoping he could ease your tension and nervousness even a little.
“I wasn’t alone…” you said as you met where you thought his eyes were. “I hired adventurers to take me to the capital, but once those hilichurls and Lawachurl surrounded us, they fled…”
You saw his hand ball into a fist, head looking down as a small growl left his throat. “Those bastards…how dare they just leave a woman alone and defenseless like that.”
You were touched that he cared so much. A small smile appeared on your lips as you bent forward and grabbed his balled up hand in yours. You wrapped your small hands around his and he relaxed it, letting you hold his hand.
“It’s alright. All that matters is that I am fine now. And plus, you were there to save me, right?” you said, tilting your head to the side. “Ah! My name is Y/n L/n, by the way. Sorry for the late introduction.”
“My name is Il Capitano,” the man said, voice trailing off as his eyes moved from your face to where your hands held him. He was about to implode. “And I…know who you are.” he said, voice slightly more timid despite his large frame.
“Oh? You do?” you asked, surprised to see that he knew of you. “Does someone you know listen to my songs? Or perhaps are waiting for my event later this week?” Excitement permeated your voice as you saw him reach up to rub the back of his neck with the hand you weren’t holding.
“It’s…me,” he said and you cocked your head to the side and he continued. “I’m…your fan.”
“Oh…oh!” you said, tone changing from acceptance to surprise. “You are?”
“I know someone of my… looks would be the last person you’d think is your fan, but yes. I like your songs. Especially Chasing Light.” he said, head moving up to look at you rather than the floor. He could practically see the stars shining in your eyes.
“What?! I mean while I was surprised you were a fan, it’s not because of how you look. No!” you said, shaking your head vigorously. “I was surprised because it’s such a coincidence that my savior would also happen to be a fan!”
He really did admire you. Your stage presence was big and always gave everyone who listened to your music joy. Your eagerness, passion, and smile were just as genuine right now as you were on stage. You truly were a kind-hearted person through and through. You looked down at Capitano’s hand as it shook in yours. While he was shaking from how cute you were, you thought he was cold and what you did next made him implode part 2.
“Are you cold?” you asked innocently as you brought his large gloved hand up to your mouth before blowing hot air onto them. You rubbed his fingers between your smaller, ungloved ones before blowing air onto them again.
Capitano brought his other hand up to hold onto your shoulder and you stopped what you were doing. “Hm?” you voiced out as he bowed his head lower, the top of his helmet touching your knees while his hand that was in yours squeezed your hands.
“P…please, you don’t have to do that.” Capitano said in a murmur. You saw how the hair that came from under his helmet slid forward, revealing a very very flushed neck to you. A smile made its way onto your face as you realized he was embarrassed. You wondered if his face was just as red.
“Alright, hehe,” you giggled as he huffs quietly. You found it rather odd you found this large man cute. You didn’t know anything about him other than he was a fan of yours and his name, but other than that, you didn’t even know what he looked like. Not that it mattered, anyways. You weren’t one to judge a book by its cover.
Soon after, you end up sneezing and he looks up. He noticed your shoulders trembling again and realized that you weren’t scared of him; you were just cold. He takes his hand back (much to his displeasure) and unbuttons the long cape he hands over his shoulders.
He takes it off of himself before flopping it out to cover your form. “Are you cold?” he asked as he buttoned it near your neck to ensure it stayed on.
“No, it’s fine! What about you? Aren’t you cold, too?” you asked as you tried taking it off, but he moved his hands so that you couldn’t.
“I’m fine. I’m used to this weather. However, it’ll be bad if you get sick right now. Let’s go and check if there’s a teploy house nearby.” Capitano said as he rose to his feet. Trsl: Warm in Russian.
You stood up and walked beside him, carrying the extra length of his coat so it didn’t drag in the snow behind you. He explained to you what a teploy house was.
They were these small houses (more like glorified sheds) that were built, scattered around Snezhnaya’s land as emergency places for you to warm up in, in case you’re caught in a blizzard, snow storm, or don’t want to spend the night outside.
They were usually stocked with some firewood outside or inside with a fireplace indoors. There were also emergency kits that contained food, water, and first aid equipment, as well. These places were restocked by locals and Fatui soldiers in the area.
It didn’t take long for one to appear and you and Capitano went inside. Once inside, he opens the small window to let the stagnant air inside out and let the cool, fresh air outside in, circulating the air before bending down. He unbuckled and untied the strings and straps on his boots before sliding them off. You followed in suit.
He then took a couple small pieces of logs and placed them into the fireplace before tossing some newspapers that were in another corner of the room on top and lit it up with a couple of matches. Putting the protective screen in front, he comes back to you and unbuttons the cape over your shoulders.
You let him take it back before he places it on the ground near the front of the fire. “You can sit on this. It’ll get warmer if you're closer to the fire.” he said as he patted the soft fabric.
You nodded before walking closer and stepping onto the cape, sitting down with your legs crossed. You notice him taking a seat a bit further from you. “Don’t you want to come closer, Capitano?”
“I’m okay. I don’t want to get too close.”
You exhaled a laugh. “Is it because I’ll bite?” you asked playfully, half-jokingly.
“No, I just…don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Capitano said truthfully as he propped a leg up. “As an Idol, I’m sure you’ve had your fair shares of people getting too close to you and are tired of it.” he confessed and you shifted in your spot. “The last thing I’d want is to make someone I love uncomfortable.”
Your eyes widened slightly. You felt your ears and cheeks warm up, sure that it wasn’t from the fire. “-As a fan of an Idol—I mean.” Capitano quickly added, realizing the other meaning his words held.
You giggle softly into your hand before pushing yourself off the floor. As you walk toward him, the soft thud of your feet against the wooden floor fills the space, and you stop just in front of him. Bending down, you reach for his forearm, your fingers brushing against the thick fabric of his sleeve. You tug lightly—not enough to pull him up fully, but enough to make him move.
“Come on,” you say with a smile, gently pulling at his sleeve until he gets up, the tension in his frame easing just a bit.
You guide him over to the spot where you were sitting earlier, sinking into the warmth of the cape before patting the empty space next to you.
He hesitates for a moment, his usual stoic and timid demeanor flickering with uncertainty. But after a brief pause, he relents, sitting beside you. The air between you both shifts slightly, quieter, but more intimate.
You shuffle closer, your knee just brushing against his. The subtle contact sends a light, playful thrill through you, and you flash him a smile.
“I don’t mind your company, Capitano,” you say, your voice soft but teasing. “Plus, we should huddle close together to warm up quicker, no?”
With a mischievous grin, you bump your shoulder against his arm. He glances at you, his initial stiffness giving way as his broad shoulders relax ever so slightly.
“Yes,” he replies, his voice calm but with a hint of warmth. “In most cases, people huddling together would help warm them up quickly and efficiently.” You can’t help but smile wider at that, glad to see him easing into the moment.
As the conversation continues, Capitano grows more comfortable, asking you about your life as an idol—curious about what it’s like to travel from nation to nation, performing and meeting new people. His questions are thoughtful, and you find yourself opening up easily, sharing stories of your performances, the rush of being on stage, and the admiration from fans across Teyvat.
In return, you ask about his life. His answer surprises you. He mentions, almost casually, that he works under the Tsaritsa. Your eyes widen in awe, immediately imagining the strength and authority he must possess to serve the Cryo Archon. You can’t help but wonder if he’s someone important, perhaps one of her higher-ups.
“Wow,” you breathe, clearly impressed. “I had no idea… I knew you were strong, seeing as you wipe a whole hoard of Hilichurls with one swing, but working for the Tsaritsa? That’s incredible.”
Capitano doesn’t seem to react much outwardly, but there’s a flicker of something in him—maybe pride, maybe something deeper. He nods, but doesn’t elaborate further, leaving the air of mystery around him intact.
Eventually, the steady crackle of the fire and the comforting warmth begin to lull both of you into a peaceful silence. Capitano made sure there was enough wood to keep the flames alive, the glow of the fire casting soft shadows around the room. You and Capitano, side by side, gradually succumb to the gentle pull of sleep, the world outside fading into the background.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Stirring awake, you slowly blink open your eyes, adjusting to the dim light cast by the fire. The warmth on your back is comforting, but something else draws your attention.
In front of you, you find yourself nestled against something firm and sturdy. As your vision focuses, realization washes over you—you’re pressed up against Capitano’s chest, his strong form relaxed beside you.
The fire crackles softly behind you, its heat still present, but your focus is entirely on the man lying next to you. You attempt to move, but the weight of something heavy on your side stops you.
Glancing down, you spot his arm draped across your waist, his large, warm hand resting flat against the middle of your back. The sensation is unexpectedly soothing, grounding you in the moment and making your heartbeat quicken.
Your breath hitches as you look back up, only to notice that his helmet is missing. Your eyes widen in surprise, drawn to the sight of his bare face—something you had never seen before.
Without the helmet, his features are more defined than you imagined: a strong jawline, sharp and striking, with a faint scar running across his left eye and another tracing his right cheek, down toward his jaw.
Curiosity sparks within you, and before you realize it, your hand moves on its own. The soft pads of your fingers graze the bridge of his tall nose, following its straight line down to his lips. His skin feels warm under your touch, and as your fingers brush the faint stubble on his chin, you can’t help but notice the little details that make him seem more human—more real—than the intimidating figure you’re used to seeing.
You feel yourself leaning in unconsciously, drawn closer, captivated by the vulnerability of the moment. But then, in an instant, his eyes snap open. They lock onto you, refocusing sharply, and you freeze, your heart skipping a beat. His gaze is intense, yet not cold—his eyes, a silver-blue hue, shimmer with a depth you hadn’t expected.
For a moment, neither of you speaks, the silence heavy with the unspoken tension between you. His hand remains on your back, and you can’t quite bring yourself to pull away. He watches your eyes switch between his, the corner of his mouth twitching.
You start to move your hand from his face, but his hand catches your wrist, keeping it hovering over his face. “You aren’t scared?” he asked, voice above a whisper.
You shake your head. “Why would I be?” you asked curiously. You feel him pull your hand slightly higher, his head turning slightly, lips placing a gentle kiss on the inner part of your wrist. You felt your insides twist, a giddy feeling in your chest before he nuzzled his cheek into your palm. His eyes lazily blink at you, making you wonder if perhaps he was still half asleep.
“People usually call me a savage, feral, a monster even.” Capitano admitted. The brief silence enabled you to listen to the howling wind outside—a snowstorm, perhaps.
“Well, I simply haven’t seen anything that would lead me to call you that.” you said, smiling at him. The tension you two had earlier made you feel a bit more confident, but what did he want?
Yes, you were an idol. Someone who is perceived differently among your fans and other people. While they probably assumed you didn’t do anything of the sort, you actually did like sensual things. Kissing, holding hands, hugging—those were things you’ve done before, but you wanted to experience more. While you didn’t favor doing such deeds with your fans (since they could possibly use it against you), you didn’t mind if Capitano was your partner. All you needed now was for him to agree.
“Hey…” you started off, thumb brushing over Capitano’s cheek. “Do you…perhaps wanna…”
Capitano’s eyes look into yours. He watched as your pupils were larger than before, eyes shifting down to his lips before meeting his eyes again. His hand leaves yours before cupping your face, thumb moving down before pressing up against your lower lip. You maintained eye contact, letting him open your mouth before your tongue darted out to lick the pad of his thumb.
The other hand that lay under your neck shifted, his large hand easily covering the nape of your neck. He leans in, eyes focused on your lips. He stops just as your lips grazed over him. You could feel his hot breath on you, a small whine leaving your lips as he meets your eyes again.
“Are you sure?” he whispered. You answered him by leaning in the rest of the way, capturing his lips with yours.
In a heated kiss, you both battled for dominance, hands grabbing and groping each other. You felt his hesitation at first, but once you reached down, rubbing his stomach sensually, something within Capitano snapped and he became more assertive.
He pushed himself off of the floor before getting on top of you. His arms caged you in while your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. You both break from the kiss, panting against each other’s lips before he leans back.
Resting on his heels, he brings his hands up, gathering his hair together before tying it back in a loose ponytail. You propped yourself up on your elbows and he moved his hands to undo the buttons on your clothes, shedding them layer by layer until you’re left in your thin undershirt and thick pants.
He brings his fingers to the waistband of your pants and underwear and you help him take them off of you by lifting your hips up. Sliding them off of you, he tosses it to the side before working on himself.
He’s settled between your legs, kneeled as he shrugs his outer black coat off to reveal his white buttoned up shirt. “Help me unbutton this, will you?”
And will you shall.
You sat up, hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt while he unbuttons his cuffs, rolling the sleeves up to reveal his forearms that were littered with scars; they were his badges from his countless battles. Once you reach the last button, he dips his head down and kisses you again. He uses his hands to push you back down into a lying position before a hand grabs your thigh to push it up.
You feel the cool air brush against your pussy, sending a shiver up your spine but it quickly warms up as Capitano’s finger slides between your folds. You let out a sigh as his strong fingers rub against your clit before moving down to the entrance.
Your leg twitches and you bring a hand down to hold his wrist. “Wait, I can prepare myself.”
Capitano moves your wrist away before placing his two fingers to his mouth. He sucks on them, swirling his tongue around them all while maintaining eye contact with you. A small whine left your lips as his eyes pierced into yours.
Capitano could taste some of you on his fingers and swore he could get addicted. But he had time for that later. Right now, you needed him and he needed you. He needed your pussy sucking his fingers in with each thrust.
Taking his index and middle fingers out his mouth, a string of saliva broke away before he places his fingers back by your entrance. “No, I want to see you become undone by my own hands.”
He pushes his digits in and you throw your head back. Just when you thought he was done, he pulled back before pushing more of his finger’s length in. Just how long were this man’s fingers?
You’re already feeling pretty full, his long and thick fingers doing wonders inside you. His fingers curled up, rubbing against the spongy part inside of you, making your legs shake. You whimpered, arms moving up to wrap around his neck for support.
Capitano pumps his fingers in and out of you, doing scissoring motions with his fingers to properly stretch you out. His head falls against your ear and he kisses it. “You’re doing so well. I have to prepare you properly to take me.”
“Yes!” you moaned out as you buried your face against his neck. Your tongue darts out to lick and suck on his neck, nipping the skin lightly.
Capitano felt himself throb against his pants. They ached. His cock ached to feel you against him, around him. “Come, Y/n. Look at how well your pussy takes my fingers.”
You obeyed his command, moving your eyes lower to watch. He twisted his hand, fingers pushing against your walls. It felt so good. So good that you were becoming impatient. Your hand comes up to cup his cheek, making him face you as you kiss him roughly.
He allows you to do what you want. Kissing, sucking, and licking him to your heart’s content. You teasingly bit his bottom lip, catching it between your teeth before letting go. You hear a rumble deep in his chest as something in his eyes glints.
Your hand moves to tug at his waistband. “Capitano, please…” you begged, rubbing your hand against the outline of his hard cock. “Please, it’s not enough. I need it. Need you now…”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Y/n.” he warned as he rubs that part inside of you in a come hither motion. You mewl against his skin as your body presses up against him. “So put up with it a little more.”
You shook your head, lip quivering. “No, please! I want it right now. You won’t hurt me, I promise.” you coaxed. Capitano was holding himself back for the sake of you (and your pussy’s) well-being, but you made it impossible for him to.
The way your lip jutted out in a pout, how your eyes screamed for him, how your pretty little voice whined and begged for it. He complies. Anything for you. All for you.
He pulls his fingers out of you and you whimper, missing the way they filled you. He hushes you. “Don’t be impatient. I’ll fill you right back up.” He said before sticking his fingers into his mouth, sucking off your juices.
With his other hand, he pushes his pants down, taking them off along with his boxers. His cock hangs nicely, your eyes fixated on it as if it had you under a spell.
HOly shi-
“What now, Y/n?” Capitano asks as he grabs it at the base, stroking it a few times with his right hand while the other moves to lift your leg up and over his shoulder. “Think you can still take it, hm?”
“I…” you huffed out, nerves increasing as he placed his cock on top of your cunt. You flinch slightly. It was hot and heavy. He slaps it a couple times onto your cunt, the tip hitting you clit, sending jolts of electricity up your body. “Yeah, I can take it…”
He hums in delight as he moves his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock against your accumulated slick. “I see. Being eager because you’ve taken dick in here before?”
You nodded, a soft moan coming out as he slowly buried the tip between your folds and up against your entrance. “You may have taken dick, but you haven’t taken cock . Especially mine. But don’t worry, I know you’ll take me in well.”
“Ha-!” you gasped, fingers gripping the coat that separated your body from the floor. He pushed in the tip and then some, making you already see stars. “Capi-!”
Your head tilts back, eyes rolling back as he pushes into you inch by inch. Capitano groaned out. Even though you were already soaked and stretched by his fingers, there was only so much his fingers could do. He rocks against you, grinding his cock in and out of you as you lay there, feeling like you were going dumb.
“Just a little more,” the harbinger said as he pushed in the last couple of inches into you. He looks down at your stomach and sees the little swell of your lower belly. He’s completely stuffed you full. Inside him, pride swells while his animalistic side was slowly coaxing his mind to fuck you silly.
You gasped as Capitano’s hips met your ass, finally bottoming out inside of you. Tears fell down your cheeks from the pain and pleasure. Sensing your tenseness, Capitano moves a hand down to rub circles on your clit.
“Sing for me,” Capitano purred against the skin of your breasts. “Let me hear that beautiful voice.”
“Please!” you cried out as he toyed with your clit. Your nails rake his back as you take in the pleasure he’s giving you. He pulls out of you slightly before thrusting back in. He takes it slow and soft, training your cunt to open up for him and to relax so that he can fuck you into the floor later.
His cock bulges in your tummy, deliciously kissing your cervix. He feels you begin to relax around him more, allowing for more leeway for him to speed up his pace. “Archons, I need you. I want you to scream my name. Say it.” his baritone voice demands from above you.
“Capitano! Fuck, archons , please!!” You obeyed, crying out for him. “I need you, I want you! More faster, please, please!!”
“And to think,” he began, taking his other hand to hold onto your plush thighs. He lifts them up higher, forcing them to press up against your chest as he readjusts himself. “Your beautiful voice that used to sing for others—”
He pulls out almost all the way before he slams it back into you, effectively putting stars into your vision. “Is here—screaming”
Thrust
“—begging”
Thrust
“To be fucked—”
Thrust
“Like a common whore.”
Thrust
You screamed out his name as if you’re screaming to the gods for salvation. With each of his thrusts, you're pushed closer and closer to your high. And Capitano knows it. He felt how you’d clench around him more frequently, the way your legs tried to close themselves to brace you for what's to come only for his strong hands to keep them apart.
He fucks you down onto the floor in a mating press. He makes sure not to break you under his weight, but he definitely used gravity to his advantage.
“How could your fans believe that you’re here, with a Fatui Harbinger, the strongest of them all—getting fucked by him. A secret fan.” he continued placing scenarios into your fucked out little head, chuckling to himself as you were just reduced to a mess of curses, yes’s, and his name.
“How you’re writhing under my body. How you accept it so well.”
Keeping your legs up with one hand, his other one moves to bully your clit. Your screamed, Capitano’s ministrations caused your orgasm to slam into you. You sobbed, eyes unfocused as your legs trembled from what could have been possibly the strongest, hardest orgasms you’ve ever had.
Capitano grunts as your insides flutter around him. He holds himself back as much as he can so he could let you fully ride out your orgasm. He pulls out, holding his cock by the base before stroking himself to the edge of his climax. He calls out your name desperately as he dips his head. He kisses you deeply before you feel strings of his spent spill onto your stomach.
Once he finishes, he looks down and sees that he had came so much. He also sees the handprints he’s left on your body, brows furrowing as he inwardly scolded himself.
“I’m sorry that I left marks on you.” Capitano apologized as he placed a kiss on your forehead. “You did really well taking me in.”
All you could manage was a small hum in response. “Mm…’s fine…” you felt your eyes becoming heavy so you closed them.
You hear Capitano shuffling around before feeling something wipe your stomach down. You open an eye to peek and realize he’s pulled you up into his lap, wiping your body clean. He placed a chaste kiss on your shoulder.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”