#oli scribbles

  He hated how that skirt fit her thighs. He hated how everyone was staring at her back whenever she turned around to explain something from the presentation for their new business endeavor. The way she crossed her legs together while talking about the cost of the manufacturer drove every single man in that room crazy. And they devoured her figure, probably stripping her naked without Name even noticing.

But how could they not?

Childe would be damned if he had not found himself in the same situation when he first saw her wearing such a skimpy outfit. From the moment she showed up at the interview for his new secretary, he knew he had dug his own grave. There was something about her that woke up those untamed feelings he had not felt in a long time.

And he was lucky enough she felt the same, proving it to him over and over whenever she sucked him off after her work hours.

But he could not shove away the jealousy he felt when his other employees were so open about their imagination. Name belonged to him and him only. As much as he wanted to make them see that, Childe knew he did not want to show her bare figure to anyone else. That imagine was for him to see.

”I think this is all there is to say right now,” Name looked down at her tablet making sure she covered everything. “If there are any more questions, critics, or improvements any department has to offer on this matter, please e-mail them to me or mister Tartaglia himself.” Her smile made his jaw clench. Something mesmerizing radiated outside her, cloaking his mind with each passing second. He really wanted to bend her over the desk right there and then, but he knew he had to wait just a little longer.

As the rest of the board members packed their things and started leaving the meeting room, Childe did not pay not even a bit of attention to them. Their words of goodbyes were mare mumbles as he nodded his head, eyes never trailing off Name’s body. He felt unease – thanking himself he shoved his hands inside his pockets – as the bulge under his pants grew harder, waiting to be released.

She looked so oblivious while saving the documents on the tablet as he locked the door once the last person left, leaving the two of them alone. Finally. With one flick of the finger, Childe made sure the blinds were falling down the glass walls. He could not risk anyone peeking through, not when he was ready to rearrange her insides. The thought alone made him shiver. How obedient she would have to be, following every single order he gives her, just to reach the pleasure they both deserve.

Name did not notice when Childe appeared behind her, pushing his hips to her ass. She winced at the rutting erection pressed on her back, as it slid up and down the curves of her cheeks. His hands slide under the blouse to grope her breasts, pinching the clothed yet perky nipples.

He craved her presence more than anything at that point.

Just like that, she was leaning onto him, low whimpers escaping her mouth once his cold lips sucked the skin of her neck. Mind fogged because of his actions, she was falling for him deeper and deeper, moving her hips to meet the rut of his own. And god, it felt good.

“You really enjoy people undressing you with their lustful gaze, huh?” Teasing was his forte, but only because of the responses he received from her body. She stiffened as he pulled her skirt upwards, one hand reaching down to her thighs. He could feel the heat emitting from her, wrapping around his hand like a heatwave.

Yet he could not help himself but hum in satisfaction once he reached for her panties, feeling the wet trails as he pulled them aside. All of that without even proper touch, he thought, giving himself a mental pat on the back.

“W-what are you talking about?” Name stuttered while Childe’s long fingers pressed into her soaking cunt. She bit her bottom lip to stop the threatening moans, knowing very well someone outside could hear her if she was loud.

Clenching around his digits, neck burning from the sensation he showed her, she felt Childe smirking into the junction of her neck and shoulder. He found her state amusing; she was so easy to play with. It only made his job easier.

“Oh baby, you stupid little whore. So unobservant of your surroundings.” Another set of shivers flew across Name’s spine. She found it pathetic how she reacted to his words. Her walls sucked his fingers even deeper, meeting his thrust halfway. Arching her back, she met those ocean eyes staring at her with such lust.

He waited for their moment more than she could imagine, and she felt needed. She felt like she belonged there.

Somewhere along the way, he managed to unbuckle his belt, leaving her hardened nipples. The noises that came out of fingering her drove him insane, his curled fingers drenched by her warm juices while he reached for that soft bud, and his patience was running low. Childe was proud of her for keeping her tone down, although he wanted to hear her lovely moans. He wanted to hear her breathless gasps as he was chasing her release with fingers alone, only to leave her hanging before he pounded her into the conference table.

Maybe some other day, he snickered slyly, when they were completely alone.

Setting his cock free from tight, stained boxers, he pulled his fingers out of her and silently chuckled at the sound she made. But it was just a second he let himself indulge in amorous feelings before pushing her back forward, making her fully lay over the dark hardwood table. Lining the tip of his cock with the entrance, he circled around it in slow, teasing motions, pushing inside enough to feel the needy clenching.

Childe hissed at the warmness that made him dig his hand into her back even more, his knuckles whitening at the force he used.

“C-childe, please,” her wines were blessing to his ears, only urging him to finally feel her tight walls around him.

However, he could not do it; not before she addressed him properly.

“A-a-a, how did you call me now?” By wrapping his hand around her hair, he tugged it so their eyes meet. The impish smirk disappeared from his lips, only a straight line showing how serious he was. The coil inside her stomach tightened on that image of her boss, so in character, and who was she to disobey him?

“Sir, please fuck me–“

“Good girl.” With those words, he bottomed himself deep inside her, placing his palm over her mouth to muffle the sounds that escaped her lips. He could not care less about the sudden impact her cunt experienced, not allowing her to get used to the size of him. He was big, too big, and Name felt the tears rolling down her cheeks with each thrust. No, she did not cry out of pain, but out of pleasure Childe delivered her. Because of the feeling of him filling her out perfectly. The feeling of his tip touching and rubbing against her cervix.

Yet she wanted him to be rougher. To take her like she wanted him to. Like he wanted to.

The pace he set left her thoughtless, biting into his hand just to hear the groan that left his throat. Gripping her waist, he started to move his hips faster, like that pace would leave the imprint of his veins inside her quicker. The sight of his cock disappearing into her made him bite into his quivering lip hard, almost drawing blood to the surface. Not even once did Childe think he would meet someone he wanted so much before she came into his life. He wanted to take her whenever he could, mark her so everyone knew who she belonged to.

He wanted to show her as his trophy, his most precious possession.

All for him.

While her juices coated his full length, white silk sticking to the pubes at the base of his cock, Childe’s thrusts became rougher. He kept staring at the spot where they were connected, engraving the picture at the back of his head. Never in a million years had he thought he would get struck by fucking someone like he did Name at that moment. It never felt the same, whatever they did. And the convulsions inside her cunt always drove him crazy. The way she was sucking him back in, hips meeting his thrusts while clenching around him… He knew she was close.

“Do you want to cum, doll?” He leaned over her back, pressing his own weight on her to nibble her earlobe as he continued pounding her restlessly. “Do you want me to fill you like a slut until you’re drippin’ all over your thighs?”

“’M s-so close, s-sir,” she muffled over his hand, sucking onto its skin to stop the drool from escaping her mouth. He smiled and slowed down to pull his full length out. Before she could make a noise caused by emptiness inside her, Childe thrust himself back inside with a force she had never experienced before.

If Name’s thighs did not tremble before, she surely did not even feel him at that moment. He continued doing the same movement, each thrust being stronger than the previous one. The coil inside her stomach was so close to bursting the more he fucked her into the already moving table. Her cheeks were soaked with tears, tainted by the mascara that smudged all over her face.

“Fuck, baby, you are making me drunk for you,” he said panting, hissing whenever his tip smashed into her. “Cum with me, you understand.”

That was not a question and she knew it.

And before Name knew it, she was spilling all over Childe’s throbbing erection as he shot the sprouts of white all over her cunt. She screamed into his hand, lifting her hips closer to him only to meet the thrusts that were pushing the cum deeper inside her. Childe bit into her neck to stop himself from moaning, even though he wanted her so badly. Instead, he groaned loudly, sucking the skin behind her ear, thrusts becoming sloppier with each passing moment.

She clenched her walls around him, more to stop him from moving than anything else. She felt numb, lightheaded. She wanted to be in that position with him for a bit longer. To feel him raw, while they were one.

Name was aware of the fact she will be wearing turtlenecks for a few days. She was aware of bruises left by his fingers all over her waist. And she regretted none of the marks Childe left.

“Let me take you to my place,” he whispered as he stopped pounding into her, mixes of their climax dripping down their legs. “I want to take care of you.” He sounded so soft, still buried inside her, nuzzling in the crook of Name’s neck. It made her chuckle, how he switched between personalities in a matter of seconds, and it melted her heart knowing it was all because of her.

She fell for him, and she fell hard.

“Is that the CEO of Snezhnaya Enterprise asking me on a date?” He hummed brushing his nose over her cheek, rubbing soft circles into the bruises where he gripped her. Maybe it could work…

  The red color fit her as if it was made for her. Her lips glossed like cherries freshly washed in the afternoon sun, adding a touch of passion to her soft face. Zhongli could not stop looking at her while she was going on about her day, nor did he want to. The way her lips moved, they parted and stuck to each other, plopping whenever she laughed. She looked glorious when she gave herself time to get ready, leaving him speechless every single time.

But he could not stop imagining those lips around his cock, lipstick smeared all over her face while she gagged on his length. Or her legs tightly wrapped around him as he rearranged her insides.

He had never felt like that before, so feral and raw. The ever-growing followed Zhongli as his own shadow throughout the day, constantly reminding him of the already stiff firmness forming inside his pants. Only an hour more, he kept saying to himself whenever he fixed his coat. He could endure the ongoing battle of his mind and lust, but Name’s provocative appearance only added more to one side of the scale.

And those legs called for him…

Releasing a growl, he pulled Name into a secluded street, leaving her with a surprised expression on her face. However, the moan that escaped her lips as he rutted against her thigh gave him an invitation to kiss her eagerly. Zhongli’s tongue lolled inside her mouth with added force to kill any incoming sound. He could not risk anyone hearing those dirty noises.

Name was confused by how he acted, but she has not complained. His usually composed and well-spoken mannerisms got overthrown by pure lust; it was foolish not to enjoy the different personality her partner was showing.

“This skirt has to be even shorter,” he groaned in whispers, lifting Name’s skirt above her thighs. She did not even notice he had torn her leggings along with underwear underneath the skirt. Her body focused solely on Zhongli’s rut, leaving her mind foggy to anything else. Even if Name did not want to be fucked in public, Zhongli showed no mercy as he made her jump and lock her legs around his waist. She felt his still-clothed cock molesting her entrance, jolting into her swift movements. A pool of heat soaked her inner walls, impatient for his final act.

He took entire control of her body, thoughts, and reactions. He made her weak pinned into the wall like that.

“Zhongli, I…” Before she could finish her sentence, he pushed two fingers into her watery mouth. His amber eyes glowed with excitement as Name started sucking them subconsciously, although his mouth never moved from a straight line. He strongly believed she picked that attire on purpose, just to mess with his head. And he wanted Name to know how it affected him.

“Sluts like you should not talk while being rammed in some filthy alleyway.” With those words and one quick thrust, he barged inside through her walls. Name almost choked on his fingers, saliva leaking out in the corner of her mouth, as he set the roughest pace from the very beginning. He stretched her walls so wide the pain rushed through her body. With no preparation, she knew it would hurt, but part of her thanked the archons his words alone made a mess out of her. And soon after, that pain became pleasure she did not know she needed.

For how long did her partner hide that side from her?

The tip of his cock reached all the way to her cervix, not stopping for even a second. Zhongli felt her clenches becoming more often, but he did not care if she came before him. He was not fucking her for her own satisfaction. He did not care if she enjoyed it or not. With the idea of making her not able to walk after their course occupying his idea, he chased his own climax, wanting to fill her to the brim and more.

  Muffled moans coming from Albedo’s bedroom drawn his attention from writing down the notes for his next research. At first, he thought his neighbors might have a night for themselves, but he decided to ignore distracting noises and continue with his work. But as the sound got closer, he knew he was not alone in his house. Curious about what he might find, he left his office carrying the notebook with himself and stepped into his dark room.

Lighted with only moonshine breaking through the curtains, his eyes locked onto Name’s glowing skin, sweat covering every part of her body. Drool that escaped her mouth made a wet trace down the puffy red cheek and heavy pants caused her chest to bounce up and down in fast motion. Albedo leaned his head to a side when he noticed Name’s fingers buried inside her soaked folds, thrusting inside in very sloppy movements.

Her body trembled from the friction she was getting, another climax approaching its highest.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was groggy from the lack of sleep, but it made Name suddenly stop everything she was doing due to the shock of being discovered. Earlier that night, she crashed inside Albedo’s room, forgetting to let him know she was there. But once she woke up, a burst of desire to touch herself hit her, making her dense to anything else.

She has been enjoying her session for hours now, worshiping her own body the way it deserved to be treated. Much later did she think of her fingers being replaced by Albedo’s cock ramming her cunt.

“No, resume.” Before she could say anything else, Name subconsciously started fingering her walls briskly again. The words to justify her embarrassment for being caught faded away as she noticed ignited sparks in Albedo’s eyes. No way could he not be turned on by the sight in front of him. And part of him knew she was imagining him with her, but he wanted Name to chase another orgasm once more.

Or multiple times, depending on how long it would take him to execute his idea.

Albedo approached the bed and slid his finger across Name’s inner thigh, resulting in shivers rushing to her core. A lustful mewl left her throat as she arched to his touch, but he swiftly removed his hand from her and headed back to the center of the room, making sure to brush the swollen bud hidden away by Name’s hand before. The wanton act inspired him to sketch her alluring posture, all the while ignoring the growing stiffness inside his pants. Albedo could wait patiently.

He had the whole night on his hands.

“Please, A-albedo…” The moans became louder, yet he shook his head as he sat on the chair in front of the bed. Placing the notebook on his crossed legs, he started outlining Name’s figure across the cream paper. Multiple wet sounds echoed through the room, as her fingers found the right spot to chase her pleasure, making Albedo pause for a second.

Diluc never liked having titles attached to his name, but he understood what it means to have employers respect their boss. Being called master or sir by any one of them was almost silent to him, even though he heard it way too often.  

He was almost thankful you only ever addressed him by his name, more so because Diluc feels at ease with you. He likes being just Diluc with you, whether it is in public or in person. Who would have known his heart will be stolen by someone who one day accidentally rushed into his tavern…

  There was too much on Diluc’s mind, but nothing negative happened. The business was doing splendidly, the winery had more orders than ever, and the person he felt love towards was lying by his side. Yet, even with all of that, Diluc could not shake that hunting feeling off his mind. Something felt wrong like everything will burst into pieces the second he stops thinking about it. But Diluc would lie if he denied the comfort Name brought to his life.

Ever since they showed up on that tavern’s doorstep, his eyes locked on their baffled expression. Everything about Name attracted him, as much as he tried to suppress that mysterious feeling. It only got harder with time, making them almost the only thought in his confused mind. And Name somehow knew that, as they started visiting him more often, spending their free time in his company. Diluc has grown fond of that attention, something he did not feel in so long.

“What is bothering this stiff man so early in the morning?” Cold hands wrapping around his naked top chased away the thoughts of their beginning. Diluc smiled a little, feeling Name’s lips pressed on his warm skin, as they showered back of his shoulder with slow kisses. He felt their breath on his ear, its wetness sending shivers down his spine, but he liked every second of it.  

“Nothing, just could not sleep any longer”, Diluc said covering their hands to draw small circles on Name’s hand. His eyes narrowed once Name started to kiss his jawline. Truth to be told, it was unusual for them to be this affectionate, but Diluc did not mind it. Part of him always craved their attention, like it constantly fueled him, even if he never showed that side of him. They were his push forward, without them even knowing so. 

“If you say so, sir.” The sound of Name’s words chimed inside Diluc’s ears, as his eyes widened again. Redness rose to his neck, while the lump formed inside his throat. There was something about the way Name said those few words, the way they called him. And if it was someone else, he would not even blink, but they made him stiff even more, suddenly his nightwear feeling too tight around his pelvis. He quickly turned both of them around, pinning Name down to the mattress, but he could not ignore the smirk forming in the corners of their lips. The flame ignited inside his red eyes, as he took Name’s arms and wrapped his fingers around their wrist. 

“Do not call me that.” His tone was raspy and it made Name let out a soft moan. Diluc felt like his skins started to burn, heat permeating all around his body. Although he did not understand why they had that kind of impact on him, he embraced it, shifting his weight onto Name.

“Else what?” Their voice was playful, almost too playful, and it slowly pushed his edges. He pressed his lips hungrily on Name’s, as his tongue forced the way inside their mouth. Diluc’s kisses were harsh, but sensual, making the inside of their stomach tighten, overwhelmed by the domination of his mouth. Name tried to free their hands out of his grip, but he pushed them above their head and took both of their writs inside one tight grip, as his other hand wandered between their bodies. Breaking the kiss, Diluc started to nibble on Name’s cheek, tracing all the way to their ear.

“I will need to punish you”, he whispered, with his tongue slowly following over Name’s pulsating vein. Their back arched up as Diluc started to grind his hips over their thigh in slow but hard motions. Friction between their skin and Diluc’s growing erection made Name gasp louder. Lust was pouring out of their moans, the air felt heavier with each move Diluc made; and once his hand brushed over their hips, Name pushed them to meet his fingers.