Ezra

"I don't go for the elderly, or for dicks, for that matter." Nobara answered, earning a chuckle from both you and Yuji, while Choso really seemed in a world of his own, probably not used to interacting with his little brother's friends.

"and about that last question — you exhaled your last drag, stronger than the ones you took before — he probably wouldn't, wasn't even happy about me going to a frat party." you explained casually, cigarette burning in your hand. "but for the record, I'm indipendent enough to stand my ground." your proud tone, that didn't really match the stories you forced Nobara to hear on a daily basis, didn't even get through her.

"sweet. now give Choso that joint."

"my bad," you apologized to Choso, offering him a weak smile as he takes it back between his fingers. "no problem," the boy said right back at you, only to speak again a few seconds after, dark, tired eyes looking up at you, "will he pick you up later?" you nodded.

"ah, yeah, he will. — you stared bacor, a bit curious — why?"

"just be careful to the small and the side effects." he warned, but you couldn't actually understand what that warning meant. so you simply nodded, looking at Nobara and Yuji as if they could give you answers.

but they didn't, and who are you to care about side effects when another turn is waiting for you?

you were only a couple drinks in when you started feeling it. while the two vodka-red's you had made your head ache, made you louder, funnier to the point you actually could come off as an extravert to those who didn'tknow you better than that, the weed caused it to spin in lazy, nauseous circles, just to guide your body into total relaxation

when your head stopped spinning, only to start pulsing in waves, hot waves that you swore they would've pushed your brain out from your forehead, the sweet taste of weed, mixed to the delicious burn that those sips of alcohol trailed down your throat, pooled down your whole body, now distributing properly, making your head finally feel lighter.

all that haze went straight down below your belly. anything that slightly grazed your skin, you felt it ten times more than before, whether it was someone's hand brushing past you while dancing, or someone breathing way too close to your near, or someone's body accidentally bumping into you, it didn't matter. it made your knees buckle and your core throb in your panties.

you've heard of people laughing at the smallest, most unfunny things while high. you've heard of people starting riots while drunk. so why are you horny ?

your mind drifted away, far away from the party you'd been thrown in. it drifted to the person you wish, more than anything, were there with you. no other than your boyfriend. your tall, handsome, jaw dropping attractive, rough and big boyfriend.

well, it's not like you've thought about him all night, you knew better than taking a 40 years old man to a party full of teenagers, but now that your throb was demanding to be stimulated, touched and taken care of, you really fucking missed him.

you thought about the ways he would've spread you open, bent you in half or folded your legs until your knees hit your chest, only to break you even more by rearranging your insides.

you thought about your body reacting to him, to his tongue lapping against your pained clitoris. about how fucking heavenly he would feel while thc enhanced the sensation of his veins rubbing roughly against your gummy, tight warmth.

you thought about his arms, his monstrous muscles wrapped around your trachea, strangling you as he ravaged you from behind, about his hips slamming harshly against your thighs, about his goddamn groans tickling the shell of your ears about his cum dripping down y—

"you good?" your friend asked you, leaning over your shoulder. just then you realized the only thing that kept you standing straight was your arm against the wall in front of you. you completely zoned out, to the point that the low bass of the music had simply vanished.

" 'mkay, I jus'.." you put yourself together, but your words came out in long slurs, that only resembled sentences. "jus' needa call my boyfrien' real quick.."

and with that, you headed —fucking rushed— towards the bathroom. you could perceive Nobara's confused gaze on you, maybe she even yelled something that resembled a "yer already leavin'?" but honestly, you had something better to take care of at that moment.

the door closed shut behind you, and with her, all the noise and chatter you heard just the second before. the phone was in your hands before you even knew where the hell you'd put it (in your bag? in the pockets you don't have? bra? who the fuck even knows).

you

"toji pls pick me upp"

"plrasse please plwasee"

"I can't stpp thinkjng about yiu"

your boyfriend's answer came in a matter of seconds. and here you thought that the old man liked to go to sleep early.

toji

"what have you done?"

"and who the hell is Yiu"

you

"I meant 'you' wtfff"

"plwase I didn't do anyrhing wrong, I just smomed a little and now I'm going feral"

"thc did numbers on me and now im horny and can't stop thinking about your cock"

"and about the way ypu would take care of tjis goddsmn pussy"

"it's thrbbing. pulsing so fuckin harddd it's almsist uncomfortabke"

"I'm in fucking pain, Ji"

you had no way to know, but you were sure as hell that you could perceive his annoyed scoff through the screen. but you also knew he must've gotten a boner just by imagining you in such a hilarious, needy state.

toji

"fuck."

"you truly are one of a kind."

"but you got me hard so you're definitely a good kind."

bingo.

toji

"send me the address, doll, I'm picking you up"

you didn't hesitate and sent him the exact address. walls spasming around nothing, at anything but the mere thought of your boyfriend picking you up within minutes and doing whatever the hell he pleases with you.

you

"hurryyyy"

the bastard didn't even tell you the minutes it would've taken for him to get there, he simply liked your message, keeping you on your toes until his actual arrival.

the only thing you remember is his arm guiding you out of that house, hand spread on your back as he walked you towards his car. the last thing you recall is his hand gripping the flesh of your thighs hard while you're sat on a leather surface, which most likely is the passenger seat, and his low and rough voice warning you'd get home in 5 more minutes — to you, however, it felt like eternity.

then, comes the rustle of fabric as he pushed his pants down, and next thing you know is that your dress is shoved up, black fabric collecting around your waist; your knees are pressing onto the mattress, ass up and arms stretching in front of you as if you're being offered to him as a sacrifice.

his cock is buried deep inside your aching cunt, tip torturing your cervix, pistoning in and out with sharp snaps of hips. he set a steady and moderate pace, wanting to feel every inch of your warm cavity without any rush.

and why would he pick up just now? he's still not even brutal but you're already a whining mess who whimpers like a bitch in heat at every swift movement he does.

"that weed really loosened you up, huh—?" he groaned against your neck, his lips felt the heat radiating from your skin. to say you're fuming would be an understatement.

"you're taking me so well, swallowing me whole, without — hmph! — tightening one bit."

you threw your head back, ass pushing hard against him, trying to get as impossibly closer as you could. wet moans slip out as your lips fall completely open. it's insane how responsive your body got just thanks to that little dose of drugs.

"I should be mad for— fuck!" he swore when your back arched and ass pushed back, enough to take him to the base.

"I should be mad at you, for doing these stupid things," he grunted directly into your hear, making you shiver, muscles spasming around his thickness.

"but you feel so good that I'll let it slide this time." one hand landed harshly on your right ass cheek, causing you to yelp a cry out. his calloused fingers then soothed the pain by massaging the skin by squeezing your flesh, but the red print stayed there like a pretty little gift, staining —marking— you.

"that's what'ya get for getting all drugged up without me," he picked up the pace a little, and landed another loud smack! against the other cheek, using the back of his hand. his knuckles are way harsher compared to his palms.

the thc enhanced every single sensations, even the hurtful ones, and another scream died in the back of your throat, as a reaction to the momentary pain. but it stings so fucking good.

"I won't do it again!" you slurred what was supposed to be a whine, but your words overlapped on the blankets.

he suddenly slowed down, hips rolling smoothly against you, so slowly that you could feel the texture of his thick skin brushing against yours.

everytime he pulled out, he basically only left the tip to rub against your folds, causing you to swing between being full to completely empty.

you groaned in disapproval, and the painful heat started to build again, causing you to throb and leak even more around him, to the point that you were sure to be dripping down his balls.

"come onnn, pleasee.." you pleaded him, eyes pricking at the corner of your eyes, threatening to run down your reddened pretty cheeks. "I said I won't do it again!"

he chuckled darkly, burying himself to the hilt once again in a single thrust. "A-ah!" you whined out loud, walls beautifully fluttering around his girth.

"you have some real fucking nerve," his hips stuttered, almost growing erratic, but you knew better than presuming he was tired or close to the edge. as a matter of fact, you knew he was simply starting to lose control, that's the effect you had on him.

"not only did you turn me and our night down," thrust! "but..!" another thrust! deeper than the last. "you ditched your boyfriend to go smoke trashy weed at some fuckass fraternity." and SLAM! he is inside of you again, hammering faster and deeper like the mad man that he is.

his right elbow comes down to press between your shoulder blades, forcing your whole weight against the mattress. his left arm wraps around you, its calloused hand looks for your neck, and after finding it, it squeezes hard enough for you to truly feel the control.

you were completely at this mercy, squirming pathetically beneath him, unable to move, barely even capable to moan his name. you could only babble and yelp some whimpers out.

his pace abruptly picks up. your punishment (that didn't even feel like one at that point). the friction of the thrusts made you sway back and forth on the bed, causing your bare clit and clothed hardened nipples rub against the fabric of the sheets.

god, it feels more than heavenly, so pleasurable that your vision almost blurs.

"come on, take it, baby. take exactly what I give you." two of his fingers pushed your lips open, forcing your tongue out to suck on them.

"toji, 's too much..." you muffled, choking in more ways than one.

"ah yeah? should've thought about it before you even touched that joint." he moved faster, hips snapping against you in ruthless thuds.

"but knowing you," he continued, "you'll do it again — haah — just to be fucked —shit! like the needy, slut you are."

his grip tightens around your throat while his elbow presses into your back more and more until it gets painful, your breasts are now squeezed against the mattress. you hiss through your teeth — for as much as you could.

the noise of skin slapping against skin mixed to the obscene squelch of your cunt sucking him in.

your body steeped in pleasure and overstimulation, threatened to give up any second. and you've never been more eager to reach an orgasm.

"toji, 'm so close, fuck!" you squeaked, voice weak and tears streaming freely on your cheeks and drool pooling down your chin.

"greedy, fuckin — he groaned against your shoulder, marking you rapaciously — greedy little thing, cum on my cock."

he pulled his fingers away from your mouth, soaked in saliva, only to grab you by the hair and throw your head back so that he could watch your expression while falling apart.

that's all it took for him to get to his own breaking point: watching how your pupils dilated, how your eyebrows shot up and your lips fell open in a loud moan again rushed him to the edge.

with one last thrust, he buried himself to your brim and released, reaching his own peak. he made sure you knew it by the way he groaned your name right against your skin.

you came with a sharp and loud cry. his name rolled beautifully on your tongue. the mixture of your juices and his semen created a white ring around his base.

he kept fucking you through your orgasms, your breaths united in one, long, heavy pant. still deep inside of your cunt, he made sure that not a single drop would've gone to waste.

when you two finally came down your high, the effect of the weed you'd consumed was completely fucked out of you, leaving you only a sense of satisfaction.

hair stuck to your temples and forehead, his heated body was pressed against yours, caging you in his arms. his chest rose up and down, you could feel it on your back.

silent comfortably settled between you. you were shaking due to the intensity, and you could literally sense his hot ropes running down your thighs. his hands cradled your waist, cradling the soft flesh with his thumbs, while his lips ran down your spine, kissing all the spots he couldn't even think of worshipping during his feral ravaging.

"good fucking girl," he praised, now pushing your hair away from your pretty face, so that he could finally turn you in his arms and really look at you, at your worn out expression.

"you did amazing."

your eyes shot up at him, sweetly, as a lazy smile was painted on your lips, matching his proud grin.

"hi.." you said, voice more vulnerable than ever.

"hi, pretty." he replied, chuckling and burying his face in the crook of his neck.

"next time you wanna smoke and get drunk, do it with me." he suggested.

"are we clear?" you bit your lower lip slightly, but enough to make his gaze falter from your eyes to your lips.

"clear as ever."

his lips pressed against yours softly. and you called it a night. the best fucking night.

"I'm guessing my darling's not feeling very chatty today. It's fine, I would never want to be a bother, would I?" And just like that, he liked to walk away from your office, leaving you hanging and dissatisfied.

Then, later the same day, you would be all over him, estring for attention line it's water cups, doing whatever's in your will to get a sort of reaction. Whining. Threatening. Pinching him. Anything that could make him look your way. Even a ground against his tight pants while forcefully seating on his lap.

Again, he did not falter once, while you could do nothing but regret your life choices. You always rethink your choices, but keep playing that same game anyway.

"You want a kiss now? After that pretty little tantrum you threw this morning?" He mocked.

"The audacity is almost admirable." He gazed you up and down, but that wasn't enough for the way you lusted for his eye to place somewhere else.

"Actually, I'll tell you what: say 'please, Captain' and I might consider forgetting about how annoying you were being earlier."

Times when you were out with him and your friends were the worst-or the best for that matter.

Those were the times you felt bolder and the attitude would leak out your pores like cast gold, maybe be cause you knew you had your friends as a backup. However, when you were being too vocal, he felt no shame in leaning against your ear to whisper sweet threats.

"My my, do you need a treat or just a shorter leash?" Or a "Pouting like a spoiled child doesn't suit you, darling, especially when you haven't done anything to be spoiled for yet."

The way Kaeya snaps is way different from the way any other man would snap. He refuses to be rough, manhandle you, bark back when you're too loud. He's subtle, observant, patient, and fucking hella annoying. He refuses giving you what you want.

He would ignore the endless pile of paper work you left on his desk for him to sign, and stare at you like you're crazy as soon as you storm into his office-furious.

"Really? "You slam a document on the wooden-me de surface in front of his face.

"What about it?" The bastard has the guts to ask.

"I specifically told you to take care of these. Turns out you're too busy slacking off and being a cunt! "

"Oh, I'm the cunt now?"

"Are you calling me a cunt?"

"Defensive much? I can see that straw tail of yours burn." You just stayed silent, rolling your eyes at him as soon as you noticed the way his lips formed a smirk.

"Careful, sweetheart — he called, eyeing you as you walked away — don't roll your eyes at me too much or I might make sure they stay like that for a while".

When you push past boundaries, he doesn't tame you, or yell at you. But you know he's at his limit when he starts answering with coldness and scold you with his icy hands on your skin rather than words and warnings.

Freezing fingers on your lower back under your shirt when you make fun of him.

Cold grip around the back of your neck then you purposefully disobey him or ignore his presence.

That's when you know he's not pleased or amused by your attitude anymore.

That's when you know shit is about to get real.

You know it's real when he has you sprawled on the bed for him, legs open, hands tied, eyes covered so that you can't even catch a glimpse of his face, so that you don't know what's next.

He edges you until you're tired, until you're swollen, almost hurting for how much blood is being pumped to your most intimate spot. He could work his hands forever without getting tired, until tears wet the black blindfold that's covering the sight of his sadistic smirk; until your legs shake uncontrollably at every touch he concedes you.

And if you dare acting up, he has no problem sitting back with his hands folded, silent, until you apologize or beg for it. Kaeya simply waits until you're done acting like you're in charge.

He allows you to come, and the orgasm hits you like a truck. You come undone on his hand, and only then you get to take the blindfold off, to take a look at the mess you've done on the sheets. The mess you had made for him — because of him. You weren't grinning any longer. But he, on the other hand? The bastard was smug about it.

"It's whateverrr — you slur and whine impatiently, head resting on your arm, too tired and heavy to lift— as long as you hurry the fuck up!" He didn't take it personally, just chuckled at your needy tone. You looked like a spoiled kid that has been denied of their favorite toy.

"My, my, demanding, aren't we?" He teased, crouching down the table, and you leaned forward, trying to see what he's pointing at, hoping he'd found something good to please your mouth with.

There was a long moment of silence between the two of you, in which he laughed in amusement at nothing. Nothing you could notice. Yet.

"How much are you willing to risk?" He suddenly asked, without still rising up from his alcoholic treasure hunt. A grin formed at the end of your lips, already feeling the excitement rush through your veins and running down your stomach. He had the tone of someone who's about to do something he definitely isn't supposed to.

"What have you found?" You asked, eager.

"Just answer my question: how much are you willing to risk?" he repeated, now coming out of his shell, but leaving his hands hidden behind his back. You hum, trying to find out whether you should let yourself be carried away by the recklessness boost your previous drinks gave you, or stick to your caution and responsabilities.

Fuck it, you're already gone anyway.

"Of course I'm risking it — you replied, oblivious to what you're actually agreeing to — now, are you finally going to tell me what you have in mind?"

He simply sighs, leaving the suspence linger in the air a few moments more. You're sure of one thing: he's savoring every second of your excitement. He finds it funny, amusing. When really, it's tortuous.

"I'll end the suspence." Kaeya gave up and finally freed his hands, placing an untouched bottle of vodka on the mahogany furniture.

"An untouched bottle of pure vodka that Master Diluc received during his trip in Snezhnaya." Kaeya declared like it was the most important thing in the world, like he was announcing the start of a new reign. "Legendary find if you ask me."

"Didn't Diluc tell us to only drink from already opened bottles?" You observed as a hint of clarity sunk in, intruding itself and making its way to infiltrate into your filthy brain folds.

"It's 46 degrees of heaven, darling. You sure you want to waste the chance?"

Forty. Six-Degrees. Forty fucking six degrees. If you're already drunk now, you can only imagine what you'd look like after a couple of shots of pure fuel. Kaeya knew you would be given in. He knew this way too well, he's well aware of what buttons he has to push to get you exactly where and how he wants.

"Are you going to waste the chance because of your duties? Responsabilities?" He teased even further, acting shocked at your refusal, as if you had betrayed him personally.

"Archons, even I am not this serious when it comes to duties."

"You're not serious about anything"

"About drinking, yes." he immediately corrected you. Was that defense that you heard in his usually laid back demeanor?

You just stayed quiet, considering the offer. Tempting, to say the least.

"You know the drill," you surrended, and his smirk didn't dare to falter once. As expected, you gave in to his temptation. He was like the devil on your shoulder, especially when it came to spending nights wasted, surrounded by empty bottles. He always found a way to drag you down with him. Or on him, for that matter.

"That's what I thought."

You still remember what Diluc told you two when he handed Kaeya the tavern's keys, trusting him with his business. Terrible choice by the way.

"Don't open brand new bottles. Don't break anything. Don't do messes. And lock the door once you're out. If something's out of place, I swear I'm killing you"

I'm sorry Diluc. You thought to yourself.

So that's how it went: Kaeya opened the bottle, cork clicking loudly as it lied forgotten somewhere on the ground. The strong smell of vodka immediately filled your nostrils. Mouth watering at the only thought of another drop of alcohol circulating in your system.

He poured shots for the both of you. One, two, three rounds, until you could only care about of the way the liquid flowed freely in your glass, getting irritated whenever it gets emptied. Fire tickles your throat as you two share laughs and jokes; it burns, it hurts to just chuckle.

Your palm was the only thing that helped you substain your head up to look at him directly, otherwise it would've fell off. He noticed, indeed. He found it cute. How your hair was slightly sticking to your temples due to the sudden heat embracing your skin, perforating the pores right through your blood circulation, causing your face and adorable cheeks to flush of a deep red and your forehead to sweat. Causing the blood to go to your head, and wander until it found your weakest spots.

Your mind was lost in a haze, you felt it spinning around the room. Stars decorated the borders of your eyes. Your gaze started to linger longer on his figure, his broad shoulders, slim waist, toned arms, trained chest that pressed against his white shirt. It fixed on his lips almost unconsciously, eyelids almost falling on your orbs as you stared.

You didn't realize you weren't paying attention to his words until he finally stopped talking whatever flirty nonsense you weren't really listening. When you had finally conscience of the situation, your gaze averted back to his blue eye. Open wide, waiting for him to scold you or something like that for ignoring his speech.

None of that. As a matter of fact, he found it adorable. Something else he decided to add to the list of things that make you cuter. He just tilted his head and bore his irises into yours to make you feel uncomfortable.

"Staring is rude, sweetheart." When he spoke again, you flinched, blabbering some excuse under your breath and trying to regain yourself and put your shit together by sitting straight. Your movements are way too clumsy, so clumsy he swore he'd almost seen you fall from your chair. The result? You accidentally moved your arm too harshly on the counter and ended up throwing a shot glass on the pavement.

"Oh shit!" You exclaimed, eyes widening as you stared at the mess.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm so sorry" a sudden wave of sobriety hit you like a truck, realizing you had not only break a glass, but another one of the rules Diluc had given you for the night.

"Holy—" Kaeya chuckled.

"There's nothing to laugh about!" You scolded him, worried, crouching down to grab the broken pieces.

"Hey, hey." He immediately stopped, leaving his chair and grabbing your wrist, gripping it tight to refrain you from coming to contact with the dangerous material. There's rush in his voice, worry.

"Don't touch that, you're gonna cut yourself."

"A cut can heal, being killed by your brother is another thing"

"He's gonna kill me, not you, sweetheart."

"But I broke it."

"And I'm already dead for opening that vodka bottle, remember?" You stayed silent, glancing between his grip on your wrist and the pieces of glass in front of you. Then sighed, and let him help you stand straight up.

"Good", he murmured as you stood up, "good, good girl."

You almost stilled when you heard the praise that fell from his lips. Was the alcohol playing jokes on you or did he actually threw words at you? Praises, to be precise. Praises that would've normally made your core throb. Maybe it did make your core throb.

"Now, since we wouldn't want to break even more glasses, am I right?" He spoke again, speaking in an almost coscending tone, "and we definitely wouldn't want to waste a single drop of this.." He continued, looking at the unfinished bottle of vodka next to him.

"I definitely do want another shot.." you whined again, forgetting about the guilt you felt just the second before.

"I was getting there." He laughed. How couldn't he laugh at your impatient, childish, but oh so adorable behavior?

"Can I drink from your glass?" you interrupted again, but when he raised a brow at you, staring deeply into your soul, you knew it was time to shut up and let this man speak. Heat crept from your neck to your whole face.

"Darling." he remarked and you excused yourself with a nod, letting him speak.

"Sorry, go on, please." His smirk softened to a genuine, warmer smile. His eyes were fixed on yours for a couple seconds, before they wandered down your body, resting on your legs, on your bare thighs, on your exposed cleavage. Until they found their way back to your face. To your lips. He clicked his tongue in appreciation, mouth curling to a smirk as he stared back into your irises.

"Just saying that there are better ways to take shots." A low whisper only for you to hear, a promise, a sweet nothing, murmured under the faint light.

That's how it really went. How you ended up lying on the counter, giggling almost uncontrollably as Kaeya hovered over you, matching your playfulness. Except that he wasn't laughing at the situation, he was laughing because of you. Because of your laugh that infected him like the plague.

"Stay still, princess" he warned, one hand tilting your chin up so that you faced him directly, your eyes boring into his, and the other holding his tiny glass as he engulfed the shot in his mouth.

He got closer, lips almost brushing with yours, his breath caressed your skin and started to get colder. You could avert the light of his vision shine, meaning he was lowering his bodily temperature. Even his chest, that was flushed against yours, felt colder.

You gasped at the contact, but your eyes never left his, heart racing fast at the sudden iciness.

That's all it took. Your lips parted in a whimper. A sensual one. More sensual that you expected. That was the signal Kaeya needed to reach down for your mouth, to pour the drink directly on your tongue. It was cold. As if it just came out of a fridge.

You swallowed way too quickly, squinting your eyes almost painfully when the liquid ran down your throat. You swore you could have had a taste of Kaeya's saliva as well when the vodka rained in your mouth.

You coughed.

"Fuck— I swallowed too fast.." you scolded yourself, and he chuckled. Another cough.

"You sure you're okay?" he asked, tone low and intimate. His thumb reached for your lower lip, caressing it gently.

"'m 'kay" you reassured him. "Do that again.."

He raised a brow at your request, but didn't complain. He wouldn't have dared to complain.

"As you wish, princess." His thumb pressed firmer on your lip and chin, holding you tighter as he repeated the process.

This time, you were completely hypnotized by his movements. By the way his weight shifted, just to come back on you, pressing you down against the surface. By the way his breath tingled your skin, by the way his lips grazed against yours in ways that made your breath itch and your heart skip a beat. By the way his voice, his hums, made the wet patch on your panties spread and forced you to rub your legs together.

He noticed. He noticed when your body shifted under him. Of course he did.

But he decided not to mention it. Yet.

He kept doing this for few more rounds, until your throat was sore, until your hands were on his neck, pushing him down on you as he held the shot of vodka sealed in between his lips, waiting to release it in your mouth.

Until he started moving slower and slower, edging you, waiting for you to snap, to break. Until your fingers gripped his hair, begging for him to give you more of the mix of alcohol and saliva.

"Please. Please, do that again." you begged, focused on the wish of feeling his lips on yours once again.

He pleased you, pouring the liquid on your needy tongue. You were so focused on swallowing it that you almost missed the way his free hand was now wandering on your lower body, caressing your clothed belly. Heat immediately spread, reaching your lower stomach, your aching pulse.

You almost missed the way his fingers reached the hem of your dress, lifting it up enough to expose your stained panties to his calloused, gloved hand.

You hummed as soon as you felt his palm cupping your cunt.

"Is it the alcohol or is it just me?" Kaeya teased, a low chuckle against your ear as he kisses its shell, sending cold chills down your spine.

A moan escaped from your lips, unexpected.

"Kaeya—"

Before you could say anything else, he shushed you by using his fingers to trace slow circles around your aroused clitoris. You threw your head back, lost in another heart felt moan, exposing his throat to him. He didn't hesitate and ran his lips along your column, kissing your heated skin with his cold lips, creating oh so pleasurable contrast between the two temperatures.

Without still taking your panties off, he pushed one finger further inside, your juices humidified it enough to make it sticky. You groaned, arching your back and forcing your body against his finger. He stopped with a "Ah-ah!"

"Well, aren't you needy? Barely even touched you and you're already begging for it" you whined at the loss of contact.

"Kaeya, please..." your pleads were so good he was considering giving you what you needed most right then and there. "Please don't tease me like this.."

He silently and gently slid your panties to the side. Leaving your glistening entrance exposed to air.

"Oh, but where's my fun.. at?" he emphasized the last word, making it coincide with the moment his finger finally decides to enter your slick, gummy folds.

"Ah-!" you whimpered loud at the sudden intrusion.

He firmly pumped it in and out of you. Firmly, but slowly, following a crescendo. His hand slapped against the wet skin of your inner thigh, obscene sounds filled the lonely tavern. Don't make a mess, he said..

"You're so wet, sweetheart. I'm flattered."

"Stop mocking me.." you requested, but more than anything, it sounded like a plead coming from a little girl who's about to cry.

You ground your hips against his hand, seeking more friction as he started curling his fingers inside, massaging all the spots you can't normally catch on your own.

Not your fault if his hands are bigger than yours, and his fingers are longer and thinner.

"Me? Mocking you? Oh, baby, I'm praising you. And this perfect cunt of yours," he added another finger, curled it inside, torturing your sweetest spot as soon as he found it.

He could tell he hit the jackpot by the way your chest rose up and the way you bit your lip harder to muffle your heavy breathing and your moans.

"Oh no, don't you dare hold back with me", his thumb pressed heavily on your clit.

He started moving it in circles. So fast and intensely that the stimulation made you whimper and shake your thighs in all the right ways.

"Don't hold back a single sound, sweetheart. Not when your insides are accommodating my fingers so good.."

His thumb started moving faster and the pressure on your sweet button only grew, making your legs writhe and your breathing become erratic.

His fingers are now pumping in and out of you again, and he can feel your walls tighten around his hold. This can only mean one thing.. and he's going to give it to you. Your reward.

"Kaeya! I'm—"

"I know, darling, I can feel it," he cooed you, speaking like you were an innocent little thing.

But that didn't stop you from calling his name again, and again. Asking for something that you couldn't figure out clearly without your mind wandering to thoughts of pleasure, but that you needed so desperately.

But he knew better.

"Kaeya, please. I need you to—"

He leaned forward against you, body flushed against the other until your heartbeats synchronized. No grazing, no teasing.

He kissed you deeply. Moving his lips against yours with such elegance and grace, even though you could feel the hunger on his tongue.

You, on the other hand, were wilder, hungrier. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down, hoping the kiss would satisfy your thirst. It did.

The way his lips trailed from yours to your neck, languidly kissing your neck, added to the way his fingers — now three — worked on your cunt, were the last straw.

You completely let go, let the orgasm take over your body as it spasms and contracts itself, trying to free itself from all the tension accumulated. Your lips fell open as an uncountable amount of moans came out of it.

Kaeya first felt your walls tighten, milking his digits, then your wet, sticky juices coating his fingers. He groaned against your ear in appreciation.

"You did great," he praised again, pressing kisses to your temple and pushing some strands of hair away from your pretty face while he pulled his fingers out of your warmth.

"Soooo, great," another kiss landed on your skin, this time lower, right under your jawline.

You were still trying to regulate your breathing as you climbed down your high, but considering the way his lips were savoring your neck, and the bare spots preceding your shoulders, you could tell that it wasn't over. That he wasn't done tasting you.

"Kaeya." You placed a hand on his clothed chest, gently pushing him away, enough to look directly at him, not enough to make him step back. You didn't want him to step back.

"Yes?"

"I may need to stop and.. breathe, for five seconds.."

And you got to breathe. He did give you the necessary time to regain yourself. What a gentleman, right? How kind of him to let you regain your stamina and composure.

He listened to you. Five seconds. Just what it took for him to free you from your tight dress, almost leaving you completely bare under his hungry gaze.

Only your lacey black bra was covering your figure, which be admired for long moments. He admired the way it hugged your chest, boosting your breasts up. The way it defined your curves, and the way that the fabric gave little to no space to imagination.

"God, look at you" he affirmed, so stunned that his voice sounded breathy.

"So perfect and sexy.. you're really a rare sight, sweetheart," he appreciated, getting a hum from your lips.

You were beautiful, so beautiful that he almost felt guilty about wanting to rip your lingerie off.

He didn't need to deprive you of all your clothes the first night you two made love, after all. He wanted to take his sweet time with you.

His fingers explored the curves of your body fondly and carefully, soothing the skin under his chilly palm with gentle circular strokes, hoping to carve this moment in both his and your mind.

The temperature makes you jump everytime his touch lingers on your sensitivity. It's not just sex. It's the test. The push of your limits. A sensual experience. Passion and tension that collide in mutual pleasuring.

Your pleasure, because he has your back pinned against the counter and your abdomen bent in half, elbows crushing on the surface — looking for balance —, hands gripping the edge of the table as your legs were hooked on his shoulders while one hand was gripping the soft flesh of your thighs and ass to keep you steady.

Your pleasure because his head was sunk in between your legs, sucking the life out of you, as if he didn't just make you come undone on his fingers only a couple of minutes before.

His pleasure because his pants were now pulled down, revealing his slim, but unnecessary long, throbbing cock, which his free hand started stroking. Slowly and languidly, savoring the pleasure he took from every torturing stroke. It had restrained in his pants too much, and now, too aroused to be ignored, it wanted to break free.

His pleasure because he was not only getting good pussy on a random thursday night, but along with it, he also got to mix the sweet fluids that your flower had offered him to the toxicity of the vodka he poured on it.

To "spice" things (your cunt) up, he suggested.

The alcohol added pleasure to your already overly stimulated bundle of nerves, burning in all the right ways.

You could hear the slurps Kaeya tooo from your cunt, as if he was a starving man who hadn't eaten a full meal in months.

You could feel his wet tongue exploring your entrance, licking clean every spot he could reach with only the tip.

He teased your clit, sucked on it, ran his tongue along your slit. Kaeya made out with your core, kissing it sloppily until the pace of his strokes matched the pace of his messy eating.

You were reduced to a moaning mess in a matter of seconds. The sight of Kaeya jerking off while his mouth was busy with pleasuring your pussy only added to the heavenly sensations that were running through your system.

"You're so— hah..." he tried to speak, but his own whimpers cut him off.

"You're so sweet and tasty — hah, fuuck.." he groaned against your aching core, the vibrations resonated on your sensitive hood, causing you to curl your toes in ecstasy. Knuckles turning white from gripping the edge of the counter so tight.

"This is amazing.. You're amazing at this" you mumbled under your breath, right in between pants and low pitched moans.

"Shit, I'm seeing stars.."

You weren't lying, you were seeing stars. The roof was starting to spin again. All it took for the world to lose its logic was focusing on the pleasure this man was giving you. And even the faint light of the tavern seemed to reveal too much about your feelings in that moment.

The sound of his jerking mixed to the obscene loud sound of his slurps and hums, and the tavern was filled with both the scent and the sounds of sex.

Intoxicating.

His tongue flicked faster on your clitoris, so did the rhythm of his hands on his member. The grip on it hardened, giving him more pleasure and friction. His hips bucked forward in raw need.

The moans that escaped him landed on your nerves, making you squirm, making you clench. You were close, again. You knew your overstimulated pussy wouldn't have been able to resist much longer if he kept using his mouth as a vibrator.

But you could hear the slaps on the skin of his cock, they were faster, he was close too.

"Kaeya, fuck! I'm so close!" you whined, feeling that familiar sensation of overload build within you.

"Me too, baby. Me too" he cooed, distancing his lips from your warmth to speak, just to resume his work with fervor.

"Come on my tongue—" He asked, voice muffled. "Come on ba— hah.. — come on baby, let it go for me — fuck!" He cursed, feeling his own climax build up.

That's what it took for your body to shudder, for your arousal to be released again, on his tongue this time. The hand on your thigh tightened its grip, guiding you through your powerful orgasm.

His grip was tight, and you kind of hoped it would've bruised your skin the following day.

With one final rub, he buckled his hips forward towards his hand, finishing on the mahogany furniture. Some of his semen, maybe a couple of drops, landed on your skin.

"Oh, hell, yes" he moaned, breathing heavily as he chased his high, arms falling and hands resting on each side of your laid down body, hovering over your spent figure.

His forehead touched yours tenderly. Eyes boring into his as you synchronized your breathing, trying to steady your lungs. But none of you dared to speak, to interrupt, still.

He just buried his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent, your warmth.

"You did perfect.." he groaned against your skin, "you are perfect", he corrected himself.

You held him close, unable to emit a sound, but keeping him flush against you by tightening your grip in his hair, caressing the scalp with your nails.

Diluc was definitely going to kill you both.

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