ALPHA

• Lisa had lingerie just scattered in her closet. This woman was full of love for herself even before you two started dating. She would consider it a healthy act of self-love to just go shopping one Saturday morning for some lingerie for herself.

• She would be dying to see your reaction to them, some of the more scandalous than others. She’ll look at a matching set she owned and just giggle to herself, all the power and control she could have with these. 

It was a late Wednesday night, maybe 11 pm in the library. You were abusing your relationship with Lisa by overstaying your welcome to study some books. You looked down at the text in pure focus, only to hear the door creak open slowly.

There emerged your beautiful girlfriend Lisa, she had a loose night robe on. She let out a yawn before making her way to your table. “It’s late out now, why not come home with me? I’ll make it worth your while,” she giggled seeing how flustered her statement made you.

“No I think I’ll stay here,” you replied firmly. Lisa always made such provocative remarks, you’d be a fool to always fall for them. “Lisa, why don’t you put some more clothes on? The night wind must be chilly.” You commented on her rather lacking attire.

“Ara ara~ so you noticed?” She said disregarding your concerns. “I knew you’d say no to my offer. So I took the initiative and brought the show to you,” her hands began traveling to her lower region, untying the knot that kept her whole outfit together.

As her gown slipped to the floor there stood a half-naked Lisa. Her hands ran down her own body as she looked directly into your eyes. Your mouth wide open, she’s pulled some daring moves before, but never on this wide-scale. “You like what you see hmm?” She asked as she approached you, her arm snaking around your neck as she was readying to straddle you.

• Ningguang was a woman of luxury. Unless it was her time of the month, she was probably wearing the most expensive, finest, linen in Liyue Harbor 24/7. She even had a couple of pairs specially tailored to her taste all at the cost of a small fortune. 

• Ningguang would set up a whole date for you two only for the final event that she planned to be quite scandalous. She would have you wait outside of her changing room as she undressed, only for her to come out to you half-naked. 

Ningguang and you had just gotten back from a five-star restaurant reservation that she had paid for. She was determined to treat you out today, and that involved not just with food, but her body. Towards the end of the night specifically, she led you up to the newly reformed Jade Chamber, having you wait outside her changing room.

“Are you okay?” You asked her from the opposite room. “You’re only changing into your pajamas and it’s been quite a while.” indeed, eight minutes had passed and Ningguang was still not out, but you had been listening to her shuffling and scurrying around.

“Patience,” she ordered. “I had this specially tailored to me. Let’s just say it’s a little surprise for you as well. I think you’ll fancy it just fine,” you started to grow nervous. Sweat dripping from your forehead, what devious scheme was she planning this time.

She opened the door to reveal her half-naked body. She was in beige-colored lingerie, barely covering her private parts, she was practically naked at this point. Her hair loosely draped down her body to hug her curves. Your jaw dropped to the floor, “well?” She asked you. “Do you find this sexy? Here touch,” she grabbed your hand, guiding you to her left breast.

Your hand brushed over her boob, squeezing ever so slightly, feeling the indents and hidden stitching. “Soft right?” She asked you for confirmation, her eyes looking directly into yours. It was incredibly soft, you had trouble distinguishing cloth from the skin. “Based on your reaction, I’d say I should’ve paid this seamstress more.”

• Beidou probably didn’t have much lingerie, she was the type of girl to wear boy shorts and a sports bra on a daily. But that didn’t mean she didn’t own any. She probably had lingerie from all over the world, her favorite pair was one she picked up from Ritou in Inazuma.

• She would wait till they’ve docked, the crew all out to say hello to their families. Meaning, you two were all alone on the boat. She would tell you she was going to compensate you for all your hard work recently. The compensation in mind being her body.

Beidou was surprisingly rarely ever genuinely in the mood to appeal sexy. She was the type of girl to tease you and then get cold feet and run away when you took action. If she was in the mood, it was most likely you on the bottom, impressing her with your ‘assets’.

This time however Beidou had you wait on the ship with her. Normally you would leave the moment you docked to go grab a refreshing meal from Wanmin, you craved it after eating saltwater fish for three weeks straight. But Beidou promised that if you were hungry, she’d feed you good if you stayed.

“Beidou are you doing alright in there!?” You called out to her main quarters as you waited for her on deck, your stomach growling loudly. She told you she would be changing clothes, and if you peaked you were dead meat.

As if on cue, she opened the door just a crack, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt as she pulled you into the room swiftly. There stood Beidou practically naked. Her pose was surprisingly feminine, covering her bare stomach as she gripped her arm. A heavy blush on her face as she averted her eyes. You stood with your eyes wide open, taking in such a rare sight. “Well?” She asked you in her masculine voice, getting impatient by the minute.

“Are you going to do anything to me? If you’re still hungry I’ll give you permission to eat me,” She asked trying to gather the same confidence she had whenever she normally dominated you. She never knew how embarrassing it was to be the only one naked. Her maroon-colored set complimented her hair well, it was almost a perfect color to match her eyepatch directly.“It's rude to keep a lady waiting,” She persisted.

• Keqing had a shopping addiction, meaning she probably owned a couple of luxury name brand pairs. However, unlike the rest of her peers like Ningguang, she simply wore whatever was in her closet, which was typically pretty modest.

• She would only dress up underneath her clothes when she knew you two were going to do something later that night. She wanted to impress you, of course, so she would wear her finest pairs to make the situation feel special. 

Keqing stood on her tippy toes to whisper in your ear. “Hey remember when I said I had a surprise for you earlier today?” She asked you, you nodded quickly. “Wait right here. I’ll go fetch it,” she scurried to her bedroom, leaving you with a pit in your stomach on the couch alone. You had a slight feeling you knew what it was.

After around six minutes Keqing announced to you from the bedroom. “Okay, I’m ready! Close your eyes or I’ll kill you,” she threatened. You squeezed your eyes shut, your hands covering your eyelids for double protection.

You heard the door creak open, her footsteps approaching to stand stationary in front of you. “Okay open,” as you opened your eyes your jaw dropped open. There stood your beautiful girlfriend in a navy blue set of lingerie. Quite scandalous as well, even for Keqing’s standards.

She had a bright pink flush on her face, her hands held behind her back and her feet crossed as she stood shyly. “Quit staring you, pervert,” she mumbled at you. You couldn’t honor her wishes, your eyes glued to her thong and triangular-shaped bra. You were practically drooling for her at this point.

She rolled her eyes at your lack of performance. “Ugh, don’t make me initiate it as well,” she stepped closer to you, her butt sticking upwards as she crawled on top of your trembling body. “Like this,” she guided your right hand to her soft butt, her panties so revealing you couldn’t feel anything but her skin.

• Mona was far too broke to afford any new fancy pairs of lingerie from Mondstadt. But she had a couple of pairs that she would recycle from when she still lived in Fontaine. She thought splurging on something like lingerie was a waste when she could spend all her money on astrology. 

• Mona was a little self conscious about her lack of selections when it came to lingerie, she thought she needed to appeal to you in everyway. However, you thought she was beautiful regardless. In fact, you were just glad she felt the need to impress you in the first place.

Mona was a busy girl, she rarely had any time to satisfy her sexual desires. However, it didn’t mean she never craved you in anyway. She held herself over you, her eyes looking at you hungry with lust. You thought it was strange Mona randomly invited you over for some dinner, turns out it was just cause she needed you to feed her in a naughtier sense.

Before anything went further, she sat up, undressing herself shyly. Starting with her jacket, she revealed her shoulders. Next was her gloves to reveal her arms. Finally her top piece, “will you help me take off my top?” She asked you. It was rare Mona ever acted like this, normally she was down your throat nagging you. However whenever she was in a mood, she would act cutely towards you, all of her blunt rude quips towards you wouldn’t be existent in this single moment.

As you unzipped her one piece she revealed her chest and her mint green colored bra which barely covered anything. You gripped her left breast, the lingerie was light and soft, barely supporting her boobs. You could see through her stockings as well, a matching thong, your eyes fluttered in shock.

She stood on her knees, taking off her stockings slowly. It was only a matter of time till she was only in her underwear, waiting for you to take action. “You get undressed too, it’s embarrassing to be the only one naked,” she begged you. Her eyes wandering around the room, anywhere but you as you undressed yourself.

Jean

As the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, Jean takes her job and duty very seriously. Her mornings are reserved in preparing a coffee and breakfast for the two of you before she sets off to her office to sort out other matters. This all remains the same, even after a steamy night.

To which you find incredible, because you’re still sore and cuddled into the sheets. But you manage to pull yourself out and grab one of the shirts strewn across the floor, sliding it over your head and walking out the doorway.

First thing you see is Jean.

Making eggs on the stove, watching as she idly smiles and flips the eggs as her attention is entirely enraptured. Such a terrible thing, really, because it gives you an opportunity to sneak behind her.

“Boo!”

And of course, poor poor Jean who really hadnt expected it, jumps five feet in the air. Not literally, but when she settles down, her heart is still racing despite how your arms wrap themselves around her waist. You laugh, leaning your head on her back.

“Y-you…” she shakes her head, leaning back into your arms.

But after a frisky night, you want a little more contact. Even when your thighs throb and you have to clench onto her to keep yourself upright. So innocently, you ask her what shes making for breakfast, trying to be subtle with the way you roll your hips into hers.

She flinches, but thinking nothing of it, she replies smoothly. A normal morning discussion, nothing wrong with it, absolutely nothing.

Until you press further into her.

Its quite obvious what you’re doing by then, grinding gently into the firm ass of hers while she makes an effort to stay undistracted.

“Y/n, I’m making breakfast.”

“Mhm,” you just hum, your hands around her waist slipping downwards. Until you’re tracing the rim of her silk panties just beneath her pajama pants. She breathes in harshly, reaching over to turn the stove off in one motion, set the eggs atop a plate in the other, and then turn to you.

“Y/n.”

You know you’re in trouble, that she prioritizes her work in the mornings and is not welcome to anything interfering. But the mischief in your eyes isnt easy to hide, and shes about to chastise you before she sees what you’re wearing.

Her mind goes blank for a second before shes moving her eyes down slowly, and then back up. Images from last night flash back, and now shes moving towards you with another objective.

“Jean?”

Her hand grabs yours, and you follow along nervously when she pulls you to a chair. Is she going to yell at you? Lecture you about her obligations to Mondstat and how she loves you but holds her job highly?

No.

It isnt until she sits down, grabbing both your hips and pulling you down to straddle her. Till her hands are pulling at your back until you’re completely pressed against her, lips pressed against each other and hands grasping for your skin.

When Jean gets intimate, her kisses are truly what keeps it at love. She wants to be reminded constantly that this warmth is for you both only, quite literally sees this as love making.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” she breathed out, pressing one last kiss to your lips before she drifted lower. Then she’s along your neck, fingers knotting her hair as you buck your hips against hers.

“Just for you,” you breathe.

Thats what she grasps both of your hips in her hands. Fingers reaching your thighs and holding them firmly. A contact that has you whimpering when you cant roll your hips over hers, the pleasure dies off. But she sets you down on her again, breaths ragged when she loses control of her actions.

“Being late for work isnt the end of the world,” she simply mumbles when grinding against you, controlling your hips and setting you down on her again.

Its a pattern that has you grasping at her hair and clawing her back, begging for her to go quicker, crying out her name. Until the stimulation is enough to reach your high, her fingers rolling the plush flesh of your ass in her hands. She continues to push you into her, a pace that you dont have the strength to stop.

“Jean…” you mumble into her ear, your body sore from last night and now this. “J-jean…”

But she doesnt slow down, not until she herself reaches her peak. Thighs trembling as she sets you down, both your faces buried in the crook of the others neck. You’re now gently adjusting the hair you pulled on Jeans head, breathes growing softer as she keeps her hold on you firm.

Mornings with Jean are often quick paced, seems like you’ll have to wear her shirt more often.

Beidou

It was never a rare event where you join Beidou on her trips along with her crew. You’ve long since learned the ways of the ship, helping move the oars or treat others when injured. A great addition, most would say, but Beidou preferred the nights with you on the ship.

When she had you all to herself.

That’s why you weren’t surprised when sitting up, your body sore from the aggressive love making from last night. Rubbing at your back,you set your feet on the cold wooden planks of wood before picking the first shirt off the ground. It was hers, and you didn’t pay much mine before opening the door and searching for your lover.

“Beidou?”

Your voice was raspy from the dreariness of just having woken up, and it took you a few moments looking up and around the ship to actually find her. She was speaking with some crewmates before noticing you, and without notifying them that you were there, she turned to them one last time.

“I’ve got a few issues to deal with, manage the ship while I’m gone.” A simple nod from the others and Beidou was making her way towards you… angrily? “What are you wearing?”

That was the first time you noticed it, walking out in just a shirt would’ve been innapropriate and improper. These were your coworkers, and you shook your head, mumbling apologies as she lead you back to the room.

“I’m sorry, I had no idea what I was thinking…” you mumbled, stumbling slightly at your tired frame. “Did they…”

“No, they’re lucky they didn’t.” Was her curt reply, spinning a lock of your hair in her fingers before pushing you back into your room. “But they were dangerously close to seeing you like that, all…” she paused, eyes staring down at your lidded eyes as your form draped onto the bed. “Vulnerable. Only I can see you like that.”

You might’ve chuckled at her possessive words, but her footsteps stepped ever so closely to the bed. It wasn’t until her fingers danced along the skin of your arm that you knew what she was getting at, frowning.

“Beidou, I’m still so tired from last night,” you whimpered in response to her fingers trailing up to your cheek. “You’re so rough-“

But she was on the bed before you could push her away, leaning over you with that smile of hers. It wasn’t the usual smirk or playful remark, but a genuine grin that had her lips twitching only in the slightest. “I’ll be gentle,” she promised.

You believed her.

That’s how you find yourself at the mercy of her fingers, thighs too sore to fully clench around her hand. Her mouth is at your neck, whispering lovely things one moment, and how you shouldn’t wake up the crew in the next.

But you found it impossible, not when she added a new finger, stretching them out before pumping them in and out. She was indeed gentle, thumb playing with your clit as she thrust her fingers back and forth. A stimulation that had you moaning ever so softly, body too sore and weak to fully apply yourself to the pleasure that coursed through your body.

“My shirt looks really nice on you,” was all she said when you reached your climax, mewling out her name while your toes curled at the bedsheets. “You should wear it more often.”

Dimly, you took in her words and repeated them in your head. If this was the type of treatment she’d give you for wearing her shirt, you were more than happy to make a routine out of it.

Ningguang

Her shirt was too big.

Ningguang was fond of owning shirts that engulfed her entire form under the fabric in private, so it wasn’t a surprise that it was oversized even on you. Especially after a steamy night, it was a personal preference of yours to pick up one her bigger shirts and step out of her chamber drowsily.

She like Jean was a hard worker, waking up earlier to head up to the Jade Chamber and begin her routine. With all three helpers of hers and occasionally your odd presence which she allowed to help or calm her.

But no, this morning, she was perched at a desk.

Right in the living room, a side counter mainly used for decoration or those odd moments you had to jot something down. But no, there she was, slim legs crossed while her elbow rest on the cool marble, concentrated. The quill in her hand made it obvious she was still working on something serious, and she hadn’t noticed you at the doorway.

“Ningguang.”

You watch as she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, the silken strands drifting along her shoulder and down to her breasts. Her jawline is sharp when when she turns her head to face you, a light smile on her face. “Y/n,” she murmurs, a hand motioning towards her. “Come here.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

When you reach her, she prompts you to sit on her lap, facing her chest so you could rest your head between the crook of her neck. She recognized the fatigued look on your face, and despite writing, she manages to trace patterns alongside your back.

A slow morning, nothing wrong with it. Abnormal that she was still here, but you weren’t going to take it for granted. You fully planned to enjoy your time with her, truly.

You hadn’t meant to shift a little too far into her thigh.

It was an accident, even when your face flushed red and you pushed your head further into her hair in hopes she hadn’t noticed at all. But Ningguang was attentative like that, prone to the details that changed the outcome of her observations at work. It was no different with you.

At first, she didn’t react. A sly smirk spreading across her lips when you so innocently shift back into place.

“Oh? It’s quite early don’t you think?”

So she had noticed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” was your reply when her fingers on your back traced lower.

“No idea?” She repeated in a hum, stoic when her hand reached the hem of your panties. Till she had one digit pressed to your clit just behind the fabric of your undergarments. You were wet, of course you were wet. The shirt reminded you of what had transpired last night, and the position was… “It seems your body speaks differently dear, we both know better than to ignore a bodies needs dont we?”

Well that changed everything. “I suppose not,” you whispered back into her ear. You’d been holding back any want to not disturb her work, but if she was open to the idea…

Gently, you rolled your hips against her thigh, until your knee was pressed against her and your other leg was dangling alongside the chair. Your core pressed into the soft flesh of her upper leg, coating her with your slick juices.

You heard the quill begin once again, paper shifting slightly at the speed of her hand. The other hand pressed to your ass, holding you tightly on one side and helping you push down deeper against her. Until both you and hers strength had you pushing against her thigh at a faster rate, you were close.

“Just like that…” You whispered when her fingers rolled the flesh of your ass, continuing her pace when she helped you roll your hips along her thigh. Your hands were tight on either side of her shoulders, head pressed into her chest to hide the moans.

“I can work with noise.” She lifted her writing tool from the parchment, pausing. “More importantly, I want to hear you.”

So you turned your head down, your cries growing louder and louder. You were getting close to your climax, and Ningguang wasn’t cruel enough to remove her hand from you, helping you while you lay numb in her arms. Your muscles clenched tight, loosening with its unneeded strain as you reached your peak. Legs trembling as your toes stretched for the feel of the ground, you were too high in the air on the chair to touch the wooden planks, you were left shaking.

“I’m surprised you weren’t tired after last night,” Ningguang commented, her hand back to tracing soothing patterns along your back while you relaxed.

But you still had energy to speak and press yourself against her. “And you are?”

Her quill abruptly stopped, and you felt her other hand against your back and pushing your lips firmly against hers. It was the first time you’d gotten a good look of the expression on her face, the lust that twinkled in her amber eyes. “Of course not, I haven’t gotten my share yet either. My body needs to be treated well, I’m sure you can provide.”

It wasn’t only your thighs trembling when she ran her fingers along your spine. No longer innocent, this was going to be a long morning.

Lisa

Sleeping in the library with your lover wasn’t abnormal, helping her out with her late shifts at the Favonius Headquarters and staying a little… later.

You had no complaints, nights typically ended up with you pushing her against the wall, or her pulling you onto her lap on the librarian chair. With no one to hear or interrupt, the library was filled with moans of pleasure and nights of love making.

So it was no surprise to find you both curled up on one of the library couches, covered by a blanket and left to wake up with the dim morning sun that peaked by through a narrow window. She’d let you borrow one of her shirts up sleep, having a few extra clothing at her workplace just in case.

In case of what? Anything really, Lisa was always prepared.

That’s why when she woke up to you squirming, she wasn’t entirely unsurprised. Even after the steamy night, you both would sometimes continue in the mornings. But still, it wasn’t always she saw you asleep, morning her name in a dreamlike voice and begging, pleading for her.

“Oh?” She rose an eyebrow at the sight of you all turned on, rubbing your sensitive clit against her skin. Trying to get any friction, mewling her name softly and gripping the blankets tight. You weren’t wearing a bra, so your breasts were finely outline by the tight white shirt Lisa had given you. Entranced, she licked her lips. “I can’t say no to you when you’re begging me like that~”

That’s how she ended up on the floor, knees digging into the soft carpet that covered wooden planks. Until she could angle you to have your laid figure facing her face. Pussy wet just for her, your knees pushing your thighs tighter against each other. Even asleep, you could feel her gaze on your core, shuddering when her hands came to widen your legs.

You were left to gasp when she first kissed your knee, lips drifting farther towards your inner thigh. Until her kisses and bites were left for the delicate flesh of your groin, pantries growing wet under the stimulation and the promise it held.

You continued to cry out her name.

Your eyes jolted open when her lips first made contact with your clit, dazed at what had seemed to be a dream, but was also so real? You didn’t give it too much thought, submitting to your cries and whimpers as molded her mouth into the fabric of your panties, a gentle contact against your folds.

But she didn’t want you waiting for too long, teeth biting at the hems of your parties and tugging them down, seductively. Until it was your bare cunt exposed to her face, and she lost herself nibbling at your sensitive skin.

“Lisa, Lisa, Lisa-“

You spoke her name like a mantra, repeating it with an obsession to reach her ears as praise. Till her lips slipped into your tight aching hole, sliding in and out, wet, sloppy. And then out, to your hooded clit that throbbed pink with need. At even the barest touches, your back arched, mindless noises slipping past your mouth.