STR34MER

You wore that slanted violet dress that had frills on the side, and your legs covered in fish nets. All dolled up, despite being lost in the crowded bar. Hands elegantly resting on the counter, slurring every thought that you could muster while drinking another shot of tequila on your throat. It wasn't your plan to get drunk at the bar, not in this state! You quickly stood up from the bar stool and suddenly tripped from the high stiletto heels you wore.

Someone caught you in his arms, and when you tried to see his face clearly, it suddenly caught your attention. A handsome guy, with green dyed hair with a streak, his hair tied to his side, his bangs almost alluring a mystery, and his ember eyes staring at you in shock.

“I am single..”

“Cutie, what’s your name?” you asked him, fingers circling in the hem of his shirt. “X-xiao,” he stuttered. “Are you single? You’re too cute to be not single…”

That’s all for you to start flirting with him nonstop, poor guy, he only wanted to have a taste of the bar's seasoned cocktail when some cute drunk girl suddenly teased him.

You were asking his name, laughing seductively, everything at once. Yet Xiao didn't try to reject your moves. How can he? He never even had a single girl in his entire life being so touchy or flirty with him, and it felt like a dream in heaven that someone he just met in a bar was all like this. Both of you already took strong shots of alchohol.

You led him into a private room and started to suggest something more than flirting. He felt your lips pressed into his, plump lips lingering in his face while he felt the bitter taste of alcohol on your tongue. Your eyes are hazy, and clouded by judgment as your desire only controls your hidden demons. Xiao keeps trying to hold himself, not giving in to this desire. But how can he when your hands are wandering into his body till to the tight area of his pants, where his cock is already leaking in precum from the arousal? It's been pain ever since he's been trying to receive every tease you get from him and the compliments you showered. Yet Xiao knew you were not sober and trying to tell you that you're drunk and you shouldn't be doing this even though deep in his mind he wanted this to happen. His hard cock already hardened from the images of your naked body under him, completely at his mercy as you took his length like a good girl.

His imagination gone wild from the thought of it. 

Now he is also drunk in lust and the lewd display, putting a show him like a bitch in heat, debauched and so loose of control. Messy hair, lipstick smudge on your lips, and the showy dress that shows your sexy figure make it hard to control. "I want you," you slur into his ears while chuckling. "You're such a cute boy, I wanna eat you whole," you licked your lips.

And you slowly go down in him, taking off the belt and his pants. Taking off every bit of clothes he had, springing his hard cock, erect and a good length for you. It was thick, and girthy, with the tip already leaking angrily––begging to be touched. The ecstasy of your lips in his hard cock going up and down, your tongue doing wonders in every part. His tip being licked with your sly tongue, his cock reaching the back of your throat making him moan in the euphoria at the new feeling he discovered. His hands slithered their way to your head, guiding the pace, till every lock of your hair was gripped tight into his knuckles, taking control. You almost gagged at his rough pace, it was so intense that your eyes teared from the arousal. The groans you made have him spurt into a few bittersweet cum in your mouth. Feeling the cum in your throat made you see stars, as you cleaned off his cock with your mouth. "Are you even a virgin?" He huskily asked in between his breaths, and you looked at him with your eyes fluttering trying to understand his question. "Me.. a virgin.. hehe," you said, licking off the remaining cum in your hands to clean it.

Xiao almost came hearing you were not a virgin, he swear to the Archons.

Seeing the sight of you going down only for him even made Xiao more aroused. Xiao grabbed you in your arms and took the initiative to kiss you so deliriously, not caring if your mouth was from his cock. He doesn't care. All needed was to kiss you badly, suckimg your tongue, and taste you. His hands wander into your breasts, while your hands in his neck hugging him. A small hum in your voice was like a lullaby in his head, and you kissed his neck slowly, giving him hickeys. As you two kiss, driven by the heat, xiao's hand slips in between your legs and tried to play with your clit so slowly. His other hand undresses your top slowly, leaving to expose your erected nipples. Xiao sucked every part of it, and every moan that was left on your lips is addicting like a siren tempting him.

"Fuck me, Xiao. I needed it. I need you," 

“W-wait. I don’t have any condom with me,” Xiao said, his mind still on places. You looked at him with puppy eyes, begging at him. “No need for it, I have a birth control.”

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Xiao breathed heavily beneath you, his cock reaching the deepest part of your inside as your pussy sucked his cock whole. The squelching noises in the room are so loud, and the loud moans you create every thrust and grunt he makes you feel. “Does it feel good?” he asked, his tongue licked the tears dripping in your tears. You were too fucked out to answer his question. Fuck, his dick is too good, and for the both of you to be virgins makes it more arousing to you.

Tears stung in your eyes, loving the pleasure he gives you. “Your ex must be so stupid to leave you alone, but it’s okay. It means I can have you *now.” *Xiao moaned in your ears, sucking your neck. “Your mine.” He reveled in the sight of your fucked out expression, your breath staggering trying to take everything from his length.

He softly brushed his “You dont understand how I waited for this moment,” he moaned, and you thought he could see his eyes could form hearts from the way he looked at you like a lovesick. His fingers playing with your swollen clit, and as your pussy clenched tighter in his cock, he moaned in bliss and another hot cum spurted inside of your gummy walls without a warning. Even cumming, he still railed his cock without stopping, forming a white ring in the base. You tried to register what he was trying to say, but you finally have become mindless fucked by him.

Xiao could only chuckle at your state, "Are you feeling that good?" he cooed, you were teasing him several minutes ago and now you're reduced into a babbling mess trying to take his cock. Adjusting his position closer to you as your hands reel him close to kiss another sloppy one.

It was like he knew everything about you.

He rammed another strong thrust into you, causing you to scream. There is nothing you can do but take it his own, you shudder with every thrust he takes. He took note of your expressions. Archons, you'd be the reason for his death, you're too cute. Your pussy is too tight, wet, and a squelching mess as if it was begging to be filled with another drop of his cum.

"X-xiao...more...p please.!" you begged, your nails dug at the back of his skin. Xiao hummed, "More? You want more?" he teased you, his hips grinding and rolling into you, and the tip of his cock hitting at the end of your inner walls as your eyes roll out in pleasure. You keep muttering pleas into him, anything to snap the coiling feeling of your core and just let loose of it all.

With captivating satisfaction in his eyes, he tenderly caressed your face before plunging forcefully into the sofa. "Did you know, I stalked you for years?" he thrust in you with a strong force, making you jump. His words barely register in your ears, but you tried to hear him right when another thrust plunged into you. "I loved you too much, and when I followed you here, all dolled up so pretty while you are broken from a douchebag." Xiao groaned at the thought of it. "Archons, I hate your ex. I am thankful you were the one who took the initiative for me," hearing his confession now made you sober, your clear eyes looked at him dumbfucked from his cock.

"W-what..?" you broke a question and then the knot in your core snapped, your cunt leaking with your juices. Then Xiao followed, his heavy cum overflowing into your swollen and used cunt. Both of you were trying to catch your breath, while his cock still plugged inside of your overstimulated cunt. The feeling of fullness and warmth enveloped inside, especially as it was the first time you had sex.

Xiao keeps kissing you so lovingly, and as your mind becomes clearer from the alcohol, you are uncertain about your feelings. The cutie above you looked possessive as if he was marking his territory in you.

"I love you Y/N♡. I will never ever leave you. "

The only time of the year in which people get to gather and celebrate a holiday with no dramatic gestures and vendettas against anyone. A party was hosted within your humble abode suggested by you, though your husband was begrudging at first, he sighs once you used your appearance as a tactic to get what you want and appeals.

The frills of the suns heatwave awoken most from slumber, the pearly shine hitting your skin at just the right spots once you flutter your lashes open. Then comes the exciting idea of celebrating Christmas with your loved ones, rubbing your eyes to contain the joy you had. Scaramouche couldn’t help but enjoy your flutters of joy, a content smile on his face once he wakes up in your shared bed. The honest thoughts of irritation from being woken up at such an early time disappears once he glances at your sleepily happy face. He doesn’t hold his annoyance in, and angrily pulls you back in the sheets to sleep a little more with murmurs of swear words. Endearing, really.

Kisses upon kisses where stacked from both the chocolate, and your husband and you. Once Scaramouche had the energy to wake up and start his day, his hand comes to wake you up only to see that your side of the bed was neatly tucked in. Irritation struck his veins, before leaping out of bed and striding to the kitchen, only to see your pretty figure baking sugar cookies for tonight’s party; with the tip of your pink tongue sticking out from concentration.

It smelt of mint and chocolates, batter and flour here and there. You were much more into baking then he was, thus the mess of ingredients pouring out was rarely a scene to see unlike his way of baking. It was a sweet sight to see, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

His thoughts fortunately went to the more malicious intent within the kitchen area. The nice curves of your body that shaped you so finely, plump breasts resting within your nightgown cups that hold them so well, to your finely shaped ass that perked from behind. Just bending over slightly can give him a glimpse of your pink striped panties that where tipped with a little ribbon at the front. He grunts, shaking his head at the nasty thoughts of your pretty self.

“Looking good,” Scaramouche hums, walking to where you were and wrapping his arms around your waist. A kiss was pressed on your neck, enjoying the softness of your skin.

“mm, the cookies or me?” A giggle escapes your lips, only for a meek squeak to come out when he sucks on your neck with a grumble, “Y’know what I mean, darling.”

“Hnnh, c—cmon, we just woke up..” Sweet moans that he-oh-so-loved was heard quietly under your lips. His knee was placed between your legs, your ass perking up slightly once he places it at your covered part. The things you had in your hands to make the cookies where dropped from the sudden sexual activity he wanted. A whine comes out from your lips, unconsciously grinding yourself onto his thigh from behind.

“Naughty girl,” Scaramouche’s hands come from behind and cupped your breasts, “Knew you wanted this as much as I did.”

He kneads your breasts in his hands, tweaking your covered nipples. You whine at the mean action, trying to get out of his grip. It got stronger from your pathetic struggling, and the knee to your crotch area was rubbing against it, dampening your panties at the gesture. It felt so good, you couldn’t help but move your hips at grind down on him. His fingers flipped up the ends of your night gown, the sight of your plump ass just for him. One hand from your breast came down to grab the soft skin of one of the cheeks on sight. Your striped pink panties looked so cute, slowly taking it off before slipping a few of his digits inside your soaked hole with a low groan, gripping your hips with such a tight grip. He curls the tip of his fingers inside, earning a wail of pleasure.

“Ah-hnng, k-kuni— stop… n-needa finish this first..” he pumps them inside your pussy so well. He feverishly ignores your quiet protests, his other hand comes down to rub at your clit. Once his fingers came down to rub circles on your pussy, the walls of your cunt tightens around his long fingers. Each time his digit comes down to push inside of you, it hits the spongey part that has you becoming delirious at any time. Chants and alluring mantras echoed throughout the kitchen from your throat. The thought of baking where now long gone, focusing at the fact that your husband was finger-fucking you so well. In just a few minutes, you came with a gasp.

Your panting from the intense session, drool escaping your lips. Shakily picking the plastic spatula you had dropped a few moments ago, “Haah… ahn.. O-okay, you had your fun… let me do m— annh~ no more!!!” He cuts you off by slipping his hard cock inside of you. Still so overstimulated from the previous session, the pleasure doubled each time he slowly thrusts his hips into yours. The spatula you had now clattered down onto the bench as you desperately held onto the edge, chin on the marble top with drool escaping your lips once again.

“Like your early present, hon?” Near the end of his sentence, his thrusts are so much deeper than the last, hitting your sweet spot too easily for your liking. A little ‘uhuh’ was heard from yourself, only to be covered down by the wails of moans and squeals. You felt like you were about to cum yet again from the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you. The grip on your hips released and where now cupping at your breasts, he puts his chin at the curve of your neck before tilting his head down to sink his teeth into your soft skin.

Creams of white halos formed around his cock, cum drips on the floor. Your panties that were moved from the side now had a few cum marks.

He knew all of your weakest spots so well, he angles his cock to pummel into you more as more cum pours out of your hole. Tears of pleasure drip from your water lines, tongue lolling out of your lips as your eyes roll at the back of your head.

“C-Cummin… ‘gain..” You gasped out, completely knocked out on the bench top. The warmth of his semen filling you up made you whine at the sensation.

The two of you rested on the kitchen bench, gasping and panting from the intense session. He doesn’t remove his cock from your hole, rather using it as a sort of plug for the cum to not spill out.

(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

The batch of cookies where finished up by Scaramouche. Purposely, he made a few of the ginger-bread man shaped cookies have a frowny face drawn with frosting.

Fresh out of the shower, your hair smelt of strawberry and roses combined from your sweet scented shampoo. You, despite your legs uncontrollably shaking from you and Scaramouche’s quickie, were trying out a few costumes you bought ages ago.You were unable to find a good time to wear any of them. Despite not wearing any of them once you bought them, they where still in very good tact, the short red skirt with white fluff at the end looked so cute, while the top was still as small as ever, but nevertheless it still fit your figure perfectly.

“Kuni!! What do you think?” You hear the door of your shared room open, quickly turning your head towards his figure slanting on the slide with a lopsided smirk. His finger makes a sort of twirl motion, signalling for you to show your whole outfit to him. Obediently, you twirl around, enjoying how the skirt puffed up lightly and making your pretty figure even more cuter than before. A shy smile appears on your face, “All dolled up f’ me? Don’t you just look like a sweetheart?”

You feel yourself going all warm inside, shyly looking down at the ground with your hands behind your back. A gentle ‘cmere’ from him makes you swoon even more from the tone of his voice. Once you were infront of him, he becomes more affectionate, grabbing at your hips and rubbing circles, before leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. You flutter your lashes at him, leaning in to rest your head on his chest, arms wrapped around his waist.

“So cute,” He murmurs, “All for me?” He repeats.

“mhm,” With that, he lovingly takes you to the bed. You gasp, squirming out of his grip.

You whine, “Nooo, we just had sex, m still so sensitive!!!” Trying to push him off of your significantly smaller figure off of him.

He squints his eyes at you, “You can take another round.”

“I just took a shower!!! I don’t wanna take another one, cmoonn— haaah~.” Getting interrupted by Scaramouche moving your panties aside and licking a long stripe of your cunt with his tongue, you moaned loudly at how lovely it felt. The pleasure you felt back when you were at the kitchen had just popped in your stomach, bucking your hips at his mouth, fingers twirled in his hair. Scaramouche acts as if he was hungered, hungrily slurping at your juices. It was too much to process, too caught up with the pleasure that you don’t notice Scaramouche’s fingers coming to plunge into your hole.

“—nnnh noo~” Whining and crying, you yelled once he penetrated your sopping cunt with his digits, curling into that one spot that always gets your toes curling from pleasure. Your whiny moans of telling him to quit it were ignored, repeatedly thrusting his long fingers into you. Your thighs tremble with each powerful thrust, but it sends great waves of goodness that gets you drooling every time he finger-fucks you. Your climax is near, and it doesn’t (it does) help that his tongue was toying with your sensitive clit so eagerly.

You’re close, and he knows it. He feels your walls clench around his fingers tightly.

When you come undone, a squeal manages to escape your soar, yet tired throat. The mantras of alluring voices were now dulling down, only pants and gasps were heard echoing through the room with his fingers seeping out of your wet pussy. Your new panties were now soaked yet again.

Angrily, you squirm under him with a light growl. Not at all was it deemed to be serious, only playful. You reminded him of an angry little chipmunk, “Stop doing that!!”

“Doing what?” He retorts with that cheeky smirk.

“S—stop doing— nnh, just stop being so horny all the time! We have a party to host very soon.”

“You have a party to host. I didn’t agree to this.”

“You’re still helping me out, whether you like it or not. Ooh, that reminds me, did you finish off the cookies while I was in the shower?”

Scaramouche rolls his eyes, “Mh. Yeah, you can check it out yourself. I’m quite good at frosting treats.” He seemed a little proud of his last sentence. You couldn’t help but giggle softly.

A little smile pops on your face, struggling to get out of bed from your shaky legs. Scaramouche has a faint smile on his face, satisfied at the scene in front of him as he crosses his arms and watches you struggle, “Need help?”

You huffed at him, ignoring his snarky question before slamming the door shut. To be angry at him was an understatement once you saw how he decorated the sugar cookies with frowny-faces. How annoying.

(*´꒳`*)

Decorations were one of the most important things to note when special occasions happen. Without decorations, most events would be totally bland, and boring. With that, a pink box filled with Christmas decorations was settled just in front of you to make things a lot easier and quicker. A mistle-toe tied with a pink ribbon was in one hand, while the other was preoccupied in helping you to stabilise your ability in standing in tip-toes.

Once succeeded in tying the pink ribbon together and hanging it up on the frame of the door, you’re far too busy admiring the adorable contrast in colour between the mistletoe’s ribbon and the colour of the wall. You don’t notice the figure standing behind you. You don’t bother to squat down to get whatever you need from the box due to laziness and the struggles, so you bend from the hip to pick up a few more pretty decorations. With that action placed, Scaramouche can see the view of your panties shaping your ass finely. The fabric was so thin, he could see the lines of your already stimulated clit from a while ago. It gets him hard thinking of what happened just a few hours ago.

A shrill yell is heard from you when you feel a hand groping the squishiness of your ass, immediately dropping whatever you were holding and straightening your back, only for it to hit Scaramouche’s chest with an ‘umph!’

“No, no no no noo,” You feel his covered cock on your ass, “Not again, Kuni this is the third time.”

“M’ horny, s’ your fault.” He bluntly says.

“How’s it my fault!!” You’re confused as to how it was your fault, oblivious.

“You’ve got a ton of cute panties.” Oh. Maybe it would’ve been a smart idea to wear shorts underneath the mini-skirt you were wearing. You visibly deflate, allowing him to do whatever he wanted, relaxing in his touch before heaving out a loud sigh.

“Just— ugh, make it quick.” As soon as you give him access, he snugs out his hardened cock and proceeds to move your panties aside and thrust his hips into yours, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Your walls clenched around him tightly at the abrupt intrusion. His hands groped at your covered breasts that were threatening to spill out of your top, moulding it as if it were a batch of soft dough.

Shaky moans escape your lips once again, your plump ass on display as your skirt was flipped up from his quick fingers. Unlike the other sessions, you prepare yourself for trembling legs again, ready for the soreness of your hips.

Genuinely, you’ve started to enjoy the feeling of being fucked anywhere at anytime by him alone. Something about that thought has your insides getting all warm and blushy, it starts to get you even more wet than before. His fingers toy with your hardened nipples, still covered by the dumb top you wore. Being treated like a fuck-toy was at the same time both heartless, desperate yet so desiring to fulfill for Scaramouche only.

The previous sex sessions he’s had with you has made you stimulate into further pleasure once he pummels his cock into you with such roughness, each thrust knocks out a breath from you with little ‘ah-ah-ah’s’ coming out. It was cute, to be honest yet so whorish. It was much easier for you to reach your climax, and just before you even thought about cumming, you did. He doesn’t stop, and he won't stop.

Tears filled your water lines, tongue lolled out of your head as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. His cock drove you to overstimulation again, tingles and shocks of pleasure courses through your body as he slowly but surely gets you wrapped around his fingers. It was amazing, it was an out of world experience as you desperately held onto the wall that helped you from collapsing from exhaustion.

Once he cums, he cums. A lot. He blows his load deep inside your guts with a low groan, breeding you to clouds above. You guess hosting a Christmas party with cum leaking from your panties isn’t such a bad idea. The scent of sweat and sex covers the whole room as he pulls out his red cock out of your heat.