#bunleb.fic

BEIDOU : scissoring

"C'mon, princess- you talked up such a big game earlier, but now you're hidin' from me?"

You can barely hear Beidou over the sound of blood rushing through your ears and the distant 'schlick schlick schlick' of her hips sliding over yours, grinding down against your swollen clit like she's fucking into you.

It's rare you convince her to do something like this- normally, she'd have you cumming on her fingers once, twice, stretch you out before fucking you into the mattress with her strap so good you see stars on the cabin ceiling. You always paw at her afterwards with dewy eyes, beg her to 'please, please let me make you feel good too', but all she does is laugh and kiss you, telling you she already feels good just watching you lose your mind for her.

But she'd finally relented (she could never say no to you for long, after all), let you push her down onto the bed and push your cunt up against hers. She let you ride her for a few minutes, sloppy and desperate and uncoordinated, your thighs trembling on either side of hers, breath fogging up in front of you from the heat.

Her laugh (not unkind, but amused) when your legs almost gave out had your clit twitching against hers, and you barely had a chance to think before she'd flipped you both over, her hips snapping against yours almost instantaneously, a slow grind to savor the feel of you beneath her before devolving into a faster rhythm, your pussy dripping arousal onto the both of you, the sound wet and obscene.

Her right hand reaches out, scarred and wet with your arousal, forcing your face towards her. Your eyes burn with humiliation- having to face her when you're drooling and fucked out already, but the sharp gaze she sends you, love and desire swirling in her eyes, is like a shot of electric pleasure through your system. You can't help but whine, and she coos, "there you go. I wanna hear you, baby."

That familiar pressure starts building up inside you, your body on the precipitate of falling over. It makes you frantic and loud, squirming so badly she has to force your hips still with her arms, muscles bulging deliciously just within your view.

"Cum for me just once, then I'll fuck you with my cock like you want, yeah?" Beidou's voice is strained, sweat beading on her brow and dripping onto your body below. It's when she leans in to press her lips against yours, tongue flicking against yours before pushing its way in, that you find that heat pulling your body taut, seconds away from overflowing.

"Yeah, just like that, baby. Come apart for me."

She fucks you through your high, rough but doting as always, only slowing down when you push at her toned abdomen, eyes brimming with overstimulated tears.

She laughs again, eyeing you like a spoiled princess (and you are, really, when she's so sweet on you like this), lips slotting against yours while she lines her strap up with your aching pussy, prepared to ruin you for the rest of the night.

LISA : fingering + orgasm-denial

Being Lisa's assistant meant long days running back and forth through mondstadt to deliver important documents, and even longer nights at the library, sorting through the countless tasks Lisa left behind in your 'capable hands' while she snoozes off by the desk. It meant bleakly blinking to force your eyes open, only powering through the night when her sweet words of gratitude reach your ears, molten syrup spreading through your veins when she kisses your cheek in passing.

It also meant Noelle suddenly being put on watch-duty, Lisa's sharp gaze following the bags beneath your eyes and the tense line of your shoulders while she ushers you into a supply closet to 'cool off'.

It meant being pushed down onto a wooden crate, disorientation making your limbs tremble, Lisa's weight heavy against your back, her hands already reaching beneath the fabric of your skirt. She always knew just what you needed, even before you did.

"Hmm, normally, I'd take my time with you-" She murmurs, words hot against your ear, and you can practically hear the smile in her voice when she speaks next, "but I'm afraid we only have so long before people start getting suspicious. You wouldn't want us to get caught, right cutie?"

Your body molds itself against her, already familiar with the push-and-pull of your hips grinding together, your ass pressed against her front.

Lisa only gives you a few seconds to indulge before her fingers find their way beneath your panties, her chuckle of amusement at how soaked you already are reverberating through your head.

"So wet already, how naughty." That condescending lilt to her tone, whispered next to your head like a filthy secret, has your clit throbbing, a whine getting caught in your throat as she rubs through your folds, spreading your wetness all over, tapping your clit twice to make you jolt.

"Were you hoping this would happen? Hoping I'd notice how stressed and pent-up you've been all week and make it all better?"

You almost whimper out a 'yes' before remembering where you are, the distant clang of shoes against wood just outside the door- you nod your head frantically instead, knowing how cruel she can be, how she'd stop if you didn't answer her.

She already knows how to work you like a fine instrument, muscle memory guiding her movements as she thrusts one finger in, two, curling them deep inside you until you have to bite your lip to keep your desperation in.

The squelching as her fingers dive into your cunt, ruining you from the inside over and over again, hitting just the right spots and whispering sweet nothings into your ear to have you clenching tight around her- it makes the heat inside you coil tighter, your body shaking with the effort it takes not to moan her name aloud.

"Lisa- Lisa, please-" You settle for whispering it inside, voice cracking, hips humping against her fingers mindlessly "please, 'm so close."

She massages that little bumpy spot inside you, palm grinding against your clit. Your head is thrown back into her embrace, mouth open as you choke on a scream. You're so close, so close, your mind growing dizzy with the pleasure-

She pulls away, wipes her fingers on a stray cloth. Your back feels cold without her presence against it, and your confused sob and wide eyes as you turn to face her makes her smile grow wider.

"Time's up. It's a shame you didn't get to cum, hm?" Your cunt clenches around nothing beneath your skirt, achingly empty. You can't croak out a word while her hands adjusting your clothes and hair, wiping at drool you didn't realise had been there, to make you look presentable. She looks unaffaceted so fast it gives you whiplash. Your legs can barely keep you up when you stand.

"Back to work now! Those status reports won't write themselves, you know."

GANYU : face-sitting

"What- what if I crush you though?" Ganyu's voice carries out from above you, strained and tinged with hesitation. She remains kneeling on the bed, not giving in and settling atop your face like you've been begging her to, her pussy just inches away, tantalisingly close. "I'm sorry, I know you're strong, but....I'm not entirely sure we should be doing this..."

What answers her is your hand against her thigh, grip firm, thumb rubbing soothing circles into her plush skin. You're not sure how she can focus on conversation in this position, you certainly can't- your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, just aching to suck at her clit until she cries.

"I told you- I'll let you know if anything goes wrong, 'kay? You don't need to worry about that." Her gaze still looks hesitant, hands twitching as if to pull herself off you completely- you turn your head and plant a kiss on her inner thigh, nipping gently to make her relax, "You just worry about feeling good and winding down." 'Use me to get off', you don't say, knowing she'd hide her face in embarrassment at your crude language.

You wait until her breathing evens out, kissing and biting at her thighs all the while, pulling her leg when she least expects it. Her yelp tapers off into a moan, her pussy forced right against your mouth, your groan of appreciate vibrating through her body and sharpening the pleasure.

She's still tense- her arms still holding her up, thighs clenching and unclenching around your head, whimpers meek and held-back. It makes your brows furrow, annoyed, while you shuffle your hands- one gripping her thigh to keep pushing her into your open mouth, one sliding down the fat of her ass till you reach her weeping slit.

Your tongue prods at her entrance, soft and teasing, before forcing it's way inside, lapping up the slick pouring out of her, humming into her pussy to keep her reassured. Ganyu'd always been insecure about receiving pleasure, wondering why you'd want to do something that only pleased her, so you make sure to show your excitement.

"So pretty," you murmur into her, thumbing at her pussy while you pull away to speak. "Want you to put all your weight on me, pretty girl. Want you to ride my face."

You don't give her the chance to object, diving back in. You press sloppy kisses on her clit, wrapping your lips around the little nub and sucking. Your fingers make their way inside her, curling over and over until her moans start coming out unabashed, her mind too overwhelmed to hold them back.

"Ah!-" Ganyu's voice is angelic like this, muffled through the weight of her thighs surrounding your ears, squeezing your head, "feels...feels g-good."

You flick your tongue against her clit, back and forth in fast little motions, and her hand finally winds into your hair, pulling your head up into her, treating you just how you want to be treated- you give a harder thrust of your fingers in some semblance of praise.

"I'm- oh, gods, I'm going to cum, god, fuck-"

Her arms give out behind her, her full weight resting on you, hips frantically grinding into your face while she chases her high. You double down on your ministrations, her clit throbbing on your tongue. Your whole body feels hot with the sweet little whimpers she makes, high-pitched and loud as she finds her release.

She's babbling words you can't make sense of, cunt convulsing around your fingers, thighs squeezing your head so tight you can barely breathe. You let her ride it out, pleased she finally learned to let go.

She pants, the air hot and heavy between you, and is quick to get off you once she realises what she'd done- apologising profusely, asking if you're alright with red cheeks.

You can only laugh, pupils blown wide, aroused beyond stupidity from her display, "never been better, baby."