𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍 ↷ genshin impact x reader [✓]

# "ショーをください" ⤷ childe (feat. scaramouche)

❝ give us a show, won't you? ❞

. selected route ; ショーをください (give us a show)

childe / tartaglia . the young lord

. scenario - in which you give scaramouche a blowjob and childe takes charge (for you sinful readers).

. music - you get me so high : the neighborhood

tw. heavy sexual content

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"MM? TIRED ALREADY, sweetheart?" Childe grinned, musing at your flushed expression. He pushed his thumb into your mouth in amusement before he ordering you to suck to which you did so with mild reluctance. Childe laughed, enjoying the degrading act. He had stripped all of his clothing off besides his briefs that confined a very noticeable bulge.

Childe's gaze turned to his fellow Harbinger who sat in frustration in the darkness of the bedroom. Scaramouche sat fully covered but his (rather ridiculous sized) hat was removed. Childe whistled, garnering Scaramouche's attention. "Well? Are you enjoying the show, Balladeer? You're usually so talkative~"

Eyes turned to the Sixth who sat at the edge of the bed in silent frustration. There was a noticeable tent in his shorts even in the darkness but his scornful tone said otherwise.

"Shut up Tartaglia... This is humiliating if anything." Scaramouche hissed at his comrade, his hands bound to bedpost with rope.

"Humiliating is it? I find this rather amusing... Don't you, sweetheart?" Childe directed his attention to you. You laid beneath him, sucking on his thumb obediently before he pulled his hand away to allow you to speak. "I-I..." You were hesitant to say anything.

"Use your words, love." Childe teased, smirking at you before moving towards the side that Scaramouche didn't occupy. His azure eyes drifted to a very flushed Scaramouche who sat at the edge— legs hanging over each side of the corner with back pressed against the bedpost that his hands were tied to.

"What should we do about him, hm?"

"G-Give him a show..." You muttered obediently. Childe seemed rather pleased with your answer as he beckoned you over. You crawled on all fours over to the Sixth who was evidently hissing and glaring at his fellow Harbinger before a loud moan escaped his lips. Your hand had brushed gently against the bulging tent in his shorts which caused him to strain in the confines of the fabric. Childe watched in amusement from behind you, his eyes trained on his comrade's flushed face.