Various Male!Genshin Character X Female!Reader Smut

Wriothesley and Tartaglia (1/2)

"You are Tartaglia and ___, correct?" The receptionist asked.

The lights were a dim yellow here, and the walls and floors were made of a dull, copper-looking metal. There were no windows.
It was as if we were inside a giant clock. I wondered who was running the gears.

"Let me confirm your sentence and charges..."

The Fortress of Meropide was miles underground, surrounded by the seas of Fontaine. We followed a guard in grey and red uniform as he showed us to our living quarters; then to where we could get food: "One welfare meal per day."

"I'd hardly call that 'welfare'," Childe said. The guard ignored him.

We were shown the Production Zone. Other convicts operating huge machines; clicking and whirring and buzzing filled the room. One of the convicts was kicking a machine aggressively.
"Sometimes the machines jam, but hitting it does the trick," the guard explained bluntly.

The faulty machine spat out a small gear-shaped object and I ducked as it narrowly missed my head.

Tartaglia clenched his fists. "Hey, watch it--"

The guard silenced him. "If you're going to start a fight, best not do it in front of a guard. Or better yet, do it in the Pankration Ring."

The Pankration Ring...

That night, Tartaglia snuck into the women's dormitory and shook my shoulder. "Ajax, what are you--"

He clasped his hand over my mouth and held his finger to his lips, beckoning me to follow him when I had blinked away my fatigue.

I followed him to one of the wide corridors, the air vents whirring around us as his boots hit the metal floor -- I was only wearing pyjamas and a pair of socks that had seen better days. Tartaglia looked around as we turned a corner. "This should be fine. Come here."

I stepped toward him and wrapped my arms around him. He pressed his lips to mine as his hands wandered my body.

He removed his dick from his pants and I knelt to take it in my mouth.

"Oh, oh, oh," he moaned as I twirled my tongue around him; using my hands on what I couldn't reach. When he was satisfied, he nodded, and lifted me to stand. Tartaglia pulled down my pyjama trousers and lifted my leg against his hip so he could finger me: He pulled off his glove with his teeth and sucked his fingers.

With one arm, he supported my leg against him as he gently pushed his fingers into me, pressing my g-spot as he used his palm to rub my clit. He sped up until my legs trembled, and lowered his lips to my ear. "I want you to cum on my hand."

I nodded and he continued rubbing as he whispered to me. "You're doing so well. Let me hear you."

"Ah, ah, Ajax..."

"I know you're close. I'll fuck you once you cum." He kept his pace and I clutched onto his shoulders, trembling against him as I came, my moans echoing through the hallway.

He wasted no time in swapping his hand for his dick and pulling me against him, our skin slapping together as he thrust into me. "Fuuuuck, AH!" His moans were shameless; loud as he threw back his head. Someone could have walked past and he'd smile at them, still fucking me. He brought my other leg up to his waist, lifting me, and turned me to fuck me against the wall. "You can take it, can't you? Keep fucking moaning."

"Ah, ah, please don't stop," I moaned as I clutched onto his shoulders.

"I don't plan to."

He sped up a little and brought his lips to mine, our heavy breathing matching as he neared his orgasm.