#s.mut

Xiao was his name, a name you dreaded to hear or even see. Along with red eyeliner – it reminds you of him. Because he’s the only one who wears it so much, the only one who says that brand name whenever he was asked where he buys it from. The only one who wears it, not as a fashion statement, but as a warning.

It sends a shiver down your spine.

And you take that warning well. Because it was only meant for you, right here and right now. you came to hate the colors red and gold because of him. You came to hate that brand of makeup he uses, too. Because it all reminds you of him. And the worst part is that you can’t escape it, not when the colors are everywhere in Liyue, not when that makeup brand is a common and pretty popular one. You are stuck with it – with him.

And you hate it,

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“- and that will be 50.69 mora, sir,” you sate with s kind smile on your face, wanting to appear friendly to the customer. He was a tall ginger, with dull blue eyes that look they’ve seen too much – been through much. And the smile on his face looks practiced. It scares you. But not as much as your boss does. Nothing will ever scare you as much as Xiao does. You’re sure of it.

The man slides his card into the card reader, paying for the tattoo Xiao just gave him – a small whale on his arm. The area is wrapped up now, ink settling into his skin. “I’ll back again, with a friend next time. Your boss is really good at this, I’m actually a bit surprised, if I’m being honest!”

He smiles, and you give a friendly smile back. Every customer who was lucky enough to get Xiao to ink them says that. He was extremely skilled, but also…antisocial, in a way. He’ll do his job while being quiet for the majority of it, only answering questions he deemed important. And even with his rather blunt, yet verbally polite attitude. And the women were the worst part, really. They came to see him, not for tattoos.

“That’s my boss for you! He always wants the customer to be satisfied with the end result.” The words feel forced, mouth dry after saying them. You hate saying anything positive about your boss – he wasn’t a nice person. He wasn’t a good person, either. He’s like a creep, nom he is one. From the way his eyes linger on the curves of your body or lips, to the way his touch is always borderline sexual in private. And you’re the only one who knows this side of him – the real side of him.

It makes you sick to your stomach.

“Well, I should go now. Tell him I’ll be back with a friend!”

“Will do!”

The bell jingles when he opens the door, his back towards you. Even with that…eerie aura to him, it was better with him here. Because then you weren’t alone with your boss. Security cameras be dammed, he controls them. As for your other coworkers, there was only four of them – not a lot of people wanted to work with Xiao. And Aether, the other part-timer, his shift was the one you took over. He worked the day shift. You work the night one.

The sky outside was barely seeable through the small window on the door, and it was already dark outside. You glance at the clock, heart beating fast. 8:30pm. 30 more minutes in this hell hole. 30 more minutes with the devil himself. 30 more minutes alone with your predator.

You can do this. You always do.

But who’s to say he won’t try anything this time?

His touches have been bolder, as of late. His words have been more on the sexual side, too. Hidden innuendos that you catch on to, always sexual in nature. The look in his eye is more predatory too, the red eyeliner adding onto it. You felt like a small mouse compared to him. He was the hawk who plans on eating you whole. The question is when he’ll act out on his desires – or if you’ll be able to escape. But he won’t do anything like that…right?

Sitting on the stool behind the front desk, you take your phone. You raise your eyebrow when you see that you have a missed call from earlier. It’s from Xiao, and you merely sigh before exiting the app, going to Instagram instead. Liking a few posts here and there, seeing some with your boss in them. it’s only a few, the man being forced into taking them. His expression was always disinterested, eyes cast off to the side. You snort.

He wasn’t as imposing in pictures as he was in real life.

You pause when you see one taken from a few weeks ago. You were in it too, with his arm loosely wrapped around your waist. Your eye twitches, you don’t remember this. But from the flush on your face and the slightly annoyed look on his, you might have been drunk that day. So, you check the exact date, the caption and groan when you were proven correctly.

He was only holding you because you were about to fall onto your face. And then, you check the account who posted it. You weren’t surprised when it was Hu Tao’s, the prankster loving to stir trouble.

“Hu Tao…”

The picture makes your stomach churn. Especially sense your own arms were wrapped around his neck, a dazed look in your eyes. You hate that picture. You hate everything about the picture. You hate the fact you had clung to him while drunk, that he held you in such a sate. You hate that the picture was even taken, you hate that it was posted on social media. You hate that there were comments. Saying that the two of you would be a lovely couple.

You wouldn’t be.

Because he scares you.

“(name).”

Your entire body freezes once you hear it. Once you heard him. Eyes immediately land on his figure, the first thing catching your attention is the red eyeliner. It’s just so bright and eye-catching. You hate it. you hate the brand, you hate the color, you hate him. You hate the way he makes you curl into yourself, wanting to squirm away from him. You hate everything about this man. You hate how your body remembers that one night.

The night that started all of this.

It was just a tipsy kiss.

Your memories of that night are a bit blurry, but you think you can remember the taste of his lips. Sweet and soft, so very unlike him. Because Xiao is not a sweet person, he’s not a soft person either. He’s harsh and bitter.

“Yes?” comes your response, but he doesn’t answer you. Instead, he leans against the wall, looking at you. The eyeliner makes his eyes look bigger, sharper, and you find it hard to breathe while in his sights. “Boss?” you try again, hoping he’ll say something. Anything. The silence is harsher than his words, harsher than your heartbeat. Harsher and scarier than the man you fear. Because when he’s quiet, you don’t know what he’s thinking, or what he’s planning.

“Come with me,” he waves you over, and doesn’t wait for you to follow. Instead, he turns his back to you, walking to the break room. Your heart feels heavy, like it was about to break your ribcage. Your body doesn’t want to move. you don’t want to move, but you force yourself to, legs feeling heavy as you walk from behind the front desk, leaving it behind as you follow your short boss. You were an inch or two shorter than him, but even though the height difference is not big, it still makes you feel weaker than him,

And you probably are.

Shaking, your body is shaking with each step, with each breath you take. You’re nervous, you’re scared. More nervous than scared, for some reason, and you hate yourself for that. You’re going to be alone with the man who holds power over you. With the man who can manhandle you fairly easily with those toned arms of his. With the man who views you as prey rather than an employee. With the man who eyes you like you’re eye candy. Candy he wants to eat.

You see him by the break room, holding the door open, waiting for you. You freeze once more. If there was a pressing matter he needed to talk to you, then he could have said it in the front. Your eyes are attracted towards the red around his eyes again. And then (e/c) meets golden amber that looks a little darker than normal. Cloudier, even.

They’re drowning in lust.

You think you want to throw up.

You want to throw up because you’re nothing more than a warm body to him. You want to throw up because you can feel yourself getting wet, disgusted at yourself. Why would you get wet for this situation? For this man? He was nothing but a pervert, a nasty pervert who probably looks under your skirt when you’re not paying attention. You’re taken away from your thoughts when you hear him talk.

“Aren’t you going to go in?” His tone is normal, nothing unusual about it. you blink once before nodding your head. You’re scared, nervous. Scared because the moment you walk through the door, he closes it and locks it. Nervous because you can hear the sigh he lets out while rolling his sleeves up. You can hear him ruffle his hair, letting it loose from the ponytail he had it in earlier.

“Take your jacket off.”

“…what?”

Suddenly, the room feels a tad too bit cold, even with your jacket on. When you turn around to face him, he’s looking at you, expecting. You can the movement before you realize what you’re doing, bumping into the table behind you. Xiao just stands there, red eyeliner looking more and more like a warning before he walks towards you. You hold your breath in, letting out a gasp when he reaches you and lifts the hem of your skirt up.

He snorts when he sees the small wet patch in the middle of it.

“Are you actually getting turned on by this? Don’t tell me you’re actually into this.” It’s an insult, you know and it’s an insult and you hate the fact that your body responds to it positively. You hate the fact that your body remembers that one night you want to regret. You were drunk, he was tipsy, it was nothing but a mistake. Before you even started to work for him, actually. A night that spelt out your doom.

“T-that’s-! That’s not -!”

“Then why are you wet?” A finger makes contact with your clothed pussy, drawing a gasp from you. “…The stain just got bigger. My god, are you actually a whore? Then again, you probably are, considering you draped yourself all over me that one time you were tipsy. Or where you drunk? I honestly can’t remember.”

Your hands fly out to grab his arm, trying to pull it away from your nether regions. You can feel how his arm flexes in response, and how toned it is. Your grip does nothing against him, and you should have honestly known that before even trying. He’s stronger than you, meaner too with the way he clicks his tongue. Without much trouble, he turns you over, chest pressed against your back as he looks over you. One of his hands pins both of yours down to the table’s surface.

“So annoying. Just stay still for once, alright? Always walking around in short skirts,” he lifts the hem of your skirt up enough to see your underwear. The cotton cloth is the same color as his hair, a dark greenish color with teal stripes. You hear him chuckle. “And not to mention your pretty panties are the same color as my hair.”

He leans further in, whispering into your ear,

“It’s almost like you were waiting for this.”

You think you want to cry. Your throat feels tight, too tight – it’s hard to breathe. You stutter out your words, hating the way his free hand gropes at the flesh of your thighs. At how gentle he was being. Treating your body like you were his lover, even. It makes bile raise to your throat and yet…

“D-don’t touch there! Pervert, let go of me!”

“My name isn’t ‘pervert’. I have a name you can call out.” His lips ghost over the nape of your neck, free hand moving from your thighs to your head, moving your hair out of the way. The sensation makes you squirm, unknowingly rubbing your ass against his crotch. Your entire body jolts when he grinds against you, cock hardening inside his slacks. He growls into your ear, making you shiver.

You shouldn’t be enjoying this is what he says. Or at least you think he said that ears pumping with the sound of your blood rushing. It’s hard to think right now, especially when his fingers rub your clit through the soaked cotton. You don’t recognize the squeal as yours. But he does.

“Squealing just from that? How are you so sensitive?” He sounds smug, rubbing harder. You bite your lip, not wanting to let out any more lewd sounds. You shouldn’t be enjoying this. Your body shouldn’t want his touch, it shouldn’t be getting wet because of him. But your clit wants friction, it wants attention and he’s doing just that: giving it attention. Your legs tremble, slick ruining your panties and you think you can feel it running down your thighs.

“S-stop…d-don’t touch m-me th-there, you pervert…” you want to cover your mouth, you hate the whimper that manages to break through. “W-why…?” You sound pathetic it makes yourself cringe. His fingers halt, and his chin rests on your shoulder. His body feels too warm but if he moves away, you’ll feel lonely and cold.

You hate it.

“Why? Well…I’m not sure, actually. I guess you were asking for it.” You felt weird, when he said that. Like he wasn’t sure of himself. Like he was breaking character of sorts. Before you could ask what he meant, you choke on your words when he pulls your undies down enough to slip two fingers in at once. Your faces feels hotter when you realize your body easily took his digits in. Like it was waiting for it.

Like it was used to it.

“Fuck, you’re soaking wet. You really are a whore: enjoying this, liking the way I’m manhandling you. Do you like being hopeless and weak? Do you like the idea of getting fucked on this very table at your own job?” he snarls out, fingers curling before he starts to thrust them in and out. The pace is gentle, at first. Movements unsure, like he was nervous despite the tone of his voice.

“I-I don’t! So, stop! Please!” He almost slows down, a frown forming on his lips. You can feel the change of expression on your skin. But he doesn’t, instead going faster, harsher, a loud squelching sound filling the once silent room. Moans spilling from your lips, your hips rock in time with the movement of his hand. When he hits your g-spot, you squeal.

Why are you enjoying this?

“S-stop…ah! X-Xiao!” your jacket is just adding to the warmth, and so is his body. He’s pressed against you, not leaving any space between the two of you. You’re drooling now, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he keeps hitting your g-spot head on with each thrust of his finger. You shouldn’t be enjoying this, you shouldn’t be enjoying this, you shouldn’t be enjoying this –

“A-ah! Pervert, gross pervert, stop! Please, I promise I-I won’t, won’t tell a-anyone!” you sobbed out. You’re crying too, broken sobs getting in the way of your words. You actually sound like you’re being raped.

“Almond.”

You barely hear the safe word in your daze.

“Huh?” you dumbly ask, confusion settling in as your boss – and boyfriend – sighs and let’s go of you, fingers easily sliding out of your cunt. He fixes you up, pulling your panties up and kissing the nape of your neck before taking a seat in the booth. Wiping away your tears, you look at him before sitting on his lap, worry laced in your voice as you ask what’s wrong.

“I…I don’t think I can keep this up. I know we talked about this beforehand, and that you would use the safe word if it became too much but…what if you forget the word? I won’t have any way of knowing, especially since well…this is rape-play, and yelling ‘no’ is commonplace, so I wouldn’t be able to tell if you’re actually enjoying it or not.”

He sighs again before wrapping an arm around your waist. He looks guilty.

With a kiss to his cheek, you gently cup his cheek, wanting him to look at you. After a quick moment, he does. “It’s okay. It was my idea anyway. I should have stopped it once I noticed you breaking character. But I didn’t”

Without saying anything, he kisses your forehead and then rests his head on your chest. You run your hand through his messy locks as he listens to your heartbeat, content with how things are in the moment. He doesn’t like it when you pretend to hate him, he doesn’t like the idea od forcing himself on you like that. While he does like rough sex at times, he prefers it when you’re just as needy, and not playing as the victim.

He likes being able to tell if you’re actually scared or enjoying it.

And he also likes it when you’re not getting confused looks from everyone who knows about your relationship when you suddenly become distant.

Xiao hums, thumb stroking the bare skin of your thigh.

Let’s stop, for now. I don’t think I can get hard again right now.”

“Alright.”

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Xiao was your boss, having known him since high school. But he was also your boyfriend, iffy about hiring you when no-one else wouldn’t – not because he doubted your skills, but because he knew how you could get. Thankfully, you weren’t the clingy lover at work who gives him flirty smiles or a peck on the lips. Instead, you did your job during working hours, refraining from affection when you were on the clock.

He was grateful for that.

So, he decided to go along with an idea of yours, thinking he could handle it. But he couldn’t and that’s okay.

Especially since he was dicking you down real good right now, bed creaking with every movement. Your cunt kept greedily sucking him in, and his eyes zoomed in on where you two were connected. There was a white ring around the base of his cock, making you cream on him earlier. But you were a glutton for pleasure, once never enough for you. So, he always gave more.

“My god, you just came and you’re already begging for more?” you only sob, legs placed on his shoulders, feet hanging in the air. It just felt so good, the lewd expressions on your face making him want more of you. He wanted to see every expression, wanted to hear every moan and whimper. And when you cry out his name, he swears he could die happily.

“Fucking your own boss – just how low can you get? Do you like fucking your boss? What would the customers think, when they find out that sweet innocent (name) gets railed in her boss’ bed every single night because she’s such a slut, begging for his cock? What would they think when they find out you sucked him off in the break room after we closed up?”

One of his hands sneak down, rubbing at your clit in a hurried pace, making you sob again. You didn’t look scared, instead drooling and begging for more. “Ngh! Xiao, Xiao, please, please, fuck -! I’m so close, I’m so close, god, I’m so fucking close, please don’t stop!”

Xiao scoffs, but listens to your whims anyway. You were so wet around him, so warm and tight. His groans are low, almost silent. The sheets are stained with your juices, and whenever he pulls his hips back your cum clings to his skin, making a trail. You made such a mess, and whenever he thrusts back into you, you just make a bigger one. Sucking him back in like that, are you trying to break him?

Or is he about to break you?

Your cunt clenches around him, and he knows you’re close. From the way you’re chanting out his name like it’s a prayer, to how you’re gripping the bedsheets so tight that they’re about to rip. The way his hips snaps against yours just sends him to heaven, your usual proper self now reduced to a cock craving slut who can only think of him because of him. It makes him go mad, and he’s not sure if he’ll ever get over it.

“C-cumming, ‘m cumming, oh god, Xiao!”

And when you cum, you scream, back arching off the bed, heart in your eyes. It’s such a lewd and beautiful sight, he wished he took a picture of it. The sound of skin meeting skin only gets louder, the smell of sex in the air adding to his addiction that is you. He’s close, so fucking close.

His thrusts are rough and deep, getting faster and hitting every spot in your greedy pussy just right. Hair sticking to his skin, face flushed, and body covered in sweat, Xiao grabs your legs again, this time putting you into a mating press. “OH god, Xiao! Y-you’re gonna break me, you’re gonna break me, fuck! Breed me, cum in me, please-!”

“Such a fucking noisy whore…” he pants out, eyes closing in pure bliss. Just a little bit more and he’ll cum. “Begging for your boss to cum in you…fuck…”

He thinks he can feel a bulge whenever he presses on your stomach. Does he really go that deep in you?

With a bite to your collarbone, he cums, hips stilling against yours. He paints your insides white as ropes of cum fills your hole.

The red eyeliner he put on you is all smudge now. You hate the brand, you hate the color, because it reminds you of him. And it hurt when he left your hometown for a few years after graduating high school. The colors red and gold had hurt to look at, back then.

“I love you.”

But as he whispers those three words, you think the wait was worth it.

“I love you too, Xiao.”

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a/n: originally this was supposed to be a full on yandere fic that was completely noncon for practice but…It became this instead. Whenever there is a safe word to be used, it’s always the one receiving the rough treatment who says it. So, I thought, ‘What if the one giving the rough treatment wasn’t comfortable with treating their s/o in that manner?’ and ta-da, I made Xiao use it!

His fingers anchor at the hem of your thong and he pulls it up, your hips lurch and a soft whine flees of your mouth when you feel your swollen clit suffocated by the pressure, your puffy pussy lips spread open, poking out at the sides of the drenched fabric. One finger hooks and heave your underwear, and his knuckle smoothly glides between your sleek cleft.

You loll your head back, moaning as the back of his finger strokes your enlarged nub. Your pussy clench to the aching emptiness. Fuck. You need to feel him inside, you need him to breach your fucking hole.

“Levi…” You mewl, and he wrenches out the lollipop of his mouth with a pop sound.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I want you, please, your cock– Ah!” He tweaks your clit between his fingers.

“You have to be patient, I told you I want to play.”

“But–“

Your hips buck at the sudden intrusion, a ripply gasp snags your breath. It’s not his fingers, not his tongue, much less his pretty dick. You glimpse down, and all you can see is the white skewer sticking out of your dunk folds. Your knickers pulled to the side. “Fuck you,” you breath, but he only snorts and you feel your panties whisking your thighs, followed by scorching kisses trailing down to your ankles.

Levi stares at your bald, glistening pussy, but a frown frames his eyes when you bring your legs together, rubbing your thighs and rocking your hips, seeking for relief.

Not today, Y/N.

His hands part your legs wide, and next second his knees are seizing yours, his hands gripping tight at your wrists above your head.  He gazes down at you, disdain clouding his eyes.

“Levi, get off.” You scoff, jiggling to break free; his weight on your knees is mangling you. Instead, a smug smile tugs at the corners of his lips; and a tinge of panic spreads inside you.

“Don’t you dare move.” His voice is menacing. A slick thread of arousal shears in the air as he swoops out the sucker. His palm roams behind your leg hoisting it, and he presses a kiss on your ankle before jabbing the candy in his mouth.

You prop on your elbows and watch him fetch something from his closet. Black straps and cuffs sling over his shoulder, but he keeps rummaging for more. Plastic crumples in his hand. The bag lands next to you, but you can’t descry what’s inside. You’re about to reach out, but his clasp braces your wrist and drags it behind your back.

You yelp and lurch at his roughness, frowning, looking back over your shoulder. “Asshole.” You huff, and he tightens the cuffs.

“Shut up.” He rams the lollipop in your mouth and flings your hair away, dousing kisses on your shoulder. A muffled cry rumbles in your throat at the pricking pain of his teeth drilling you skin. Tears peek at the corners of your eyes, but it seems like there’s no mercy left in him.

The leather imitation strap bites your nape. He pushes you down on the bed, your tethered hands seeking comfort under the small of your back. The belt cradles your neck, and your eyes follow him as he meticulously slips your legs through the cushioned loops, cinching them right above the knees, bringing them up, and granting him a mesmerizing sight.

Being in this humiliating position only has you dripping harder. Damn, the way he’s looking at you, lechery, desire, obnubilating him. You can’t wait for him to impale you in that position.

But you grow desperate when he, instead of taking his clothes off, reach out for the bag and upends it, and confusion creeps over your face.

Snicker bars, peppermint altoids, chili chews fall on his bed.

What the–

Fear surges through your veins when the crinkling sound of unwrapping foil strikes you. You tug at the restraints in your hands, whining, but all you get is the straps to nip your skin. Sweat trickles down your back like a shiver, and your chest rises and falls with fright.

You gulp, yet you’re too thrilled to stop.

His fingers brush lightly over your shins. “Relax,” he muses, his voice is lulling.

The bar begins to soften slightly in his hand, anticipating what would happen, almost guessing its end and that it would end up redefining the chocolate flavor.

You feel it scoot inside you, sliding frenziedly in and out while he continues to caress your leg. The view unfurled between your legs is an erotic mess. The chocolate melts in your heat, little by little, smearing your entrance and folds. And shit, it feels so good.

His keen tongue joins the feast, pressing and swirling over your clit as the snickers eases in and out of your body. He knows which buttons to push to bring you over the edge. And the tingle begins to coil in your tummy. Your back draws a beautiful bow, your head lolls back and you clamp your eyes shut, gagging on the lollipop as your first orgasm of the night surges through you. Your mouth slacks, puffs of breath brushing past your abraded lips, and the bare stick falls off.  

“Good?” The remnants of the chocolate bar crunch in his mouth.

“Hmmm.”

His knees dent the mattress; he’s hovering over you, grinning, and a torching pain swarms over your mauled tongue as two fingers push a chili strawberry in your mouth. Tears prick under your eyes, and he kisses them away.

You hear the metallic lid clashing on the floor, sobbing at your scalding lips and tongue. You lose count of how many altoids he crams into his mouth. His nose wrinkles, probably too much.

You try to shift away as his leans closer, but his hands clasp the back of your thighs. Your muscles clench when your feel his cold breath fanning over your damp cleft, and then it smacks you, like a fizzing coldness first than soon builds into an agonizing singe. You squeeze your eyes shut until sparks spiral out behind your lids. Your hands go numb, pressed between your thrashing back and the bed, a tingle seizes your fingertips. Your toes curl, and your whole body latches.

You spit out the spicy belt and your head tilts back, your mouth open in a ‘o’ shape that promptly frames a ringing ‘a’.

“AHHH! Oh fuck!!!!” You scream at the burning sensation, turning your face to the side. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and tears and drool pools on his sheets, soaking your cheek.  

But Levi can’t have you screaming like that, what if the neighbors call the cops. He grabs a cushion and covers your face and your wails go unheard. You’re near to your second peak. His mouth sucks your drenched, saccharine pussy, evoking filthy squelching sounds. You squirm out of pleasure and the lack of oxygen; your nails digging in your back; your feet flutter in the air, in despair, and suddenly they still.

Levi tosses the cushion away and air fills your lungs again in staggered pants.

“Fuck you, Levi!” You bark. Your face is broiling red, a throbbing vein popping on your forehead. You’ll never admit that the wallop and thrill of literally facing a petit-mort has deluge you into the best orgasm you’ve had in your entire life.

Levi gets rid of his clothes, and you tilt your head to the side, smirking at the black spot over his grey boxers. Poor thing was strained under its confinements, harrowing. It springs up, his cockhead throbbing in a painful red shade, brushing his lower belly. The V that points to his cock, flexes as he crawls over you.

Finally,…

No kiss, no caresses, he jumps straight to business. His oozing cock can’t wait any longer.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” He doesn’t wait for your reply. “Then take it.” He eases forward in one rough, deep pump that stretches you fully, and a reel of moans spools of your mouth. He pulls back and slams in again, and a muffled cry chokes you as he strains your cunt to its limits.

You’re in pain, he can see it in your eyes, but also sees that you don’t want him to stop. His fingers bore into your waist as he hammers into you, wringing out your juices, his big, fat cock causes your pussy to spit noisily.

He knows he’s thrashing your walls, but he doesn’t give a shit because, despite the pain, the delightful torture he subdues you, he can sense your intense orgasm quickly building up.

Your moans and his grunts entangle in a symphony suitable only for adults. His fingers threaten to rip apart the tender flesh of your waist. His loaded balls crash against your ass. Sweat pampers his face, black strands glued to his burnished forehead.

His groans became erratic, matching the pace of his onslaught. “mmmm.” He closes his eyes, eyebrows knitting together as his bottom lip is held captive between his teeth.

Your orgasm takes hold, and you surrender to its obliterating force. Your muscles lock up, and your cunt contracts, sending jolts of pleasure ripple from your core to the tip of your toes.

Your body goes limp, but he keeps fucking you relentlessly for your orgasm to wrench out his. He leans down and catches your hardened nipple between his lips; his cockhead swells, and next, his huge balls dump a massive creamy load of cum inside your battered pussy. Your walls flutter and squeeze tight around him milking his cock for every drop.

He stills for a moment, buried deep inside you, and all you can do is to try to catch your breath until he decides to take it out.

His palms sink in the bed at either side of your head, and through the blur, all you can focus on is on his illegal perfectly sculpted torso, glistening in sweat.

His cock slips out with a slurp and cum follows, dripping out your sloppy hole and smearing your folds. The warm, dense liquid, tinted with traces of chocolate, runs down your crack, past your asshole, and collects in a puddle on his sheets.

“Tch, disgusting.” He gazes down to his cock, coated too with specks of chocolate. But a brilliant idea hatches in his head.

He releases your hands and legs and pushes your over so you’re in all fours, and he kneels before you, lacing his fingers through your hair, clenching his fist and tipping your head up. You look at him with pleading eyes, still panting; your scalp burns, but he doesn’t care, you have to clean the mess.

“Open up,” he orders and a haughty smile blooms on his lips as his cock disappears in your mouth.

It was hard to just be friends but it is either suffer in silence or lose her best friend. Namaari can't lose Raya, so she has to just come to terms with just being her friend.

She made do, successfully hiding her true feelings. Resisting the urges to kiss her and hiding the wet dreams she had of her. Or at least, she thought she was hiding them successfully. 

Sisu, friends of both of them and the owner of this club, 'The Sisudatu', had figured out Namaari's feelings for Raya a long time ago and she has been trying to make them get together ever since. Namaari refused, knowing Raya wouldn't like her back. 

This was probably another one of Sisu's crazy plans to get them together. Inviting them to her club, one Namaari rarely ever went when it was open. Usually during the day when the club was closed and only to get to the second floor, where Sisu lived. 

Despite the loud music and loud crowd, Namaari did have some fun. Seated at the bar with Raya, drinking whatever Sisu decided to make for them this time and talking. Raya asking occasionally how Namaari was doing, if she wanted to leave or if the noise was too loud. Which brought a fluttering feeling to her chest but she just said she was fine. 

And she really was. Well, that was until someone approached Raya. 

Which shouldn't be a big deal, because Raya is single and so she can pursue anyone she wants. Namaari can't tell her what to do. She can't get jealous. She has no right to. 

The woman that approaches Raya was short with brown hair and tan skin, dressed in an outfit that wasn't too far away from being considered underwear. The woman looks good, curvy and beautiful but Namaari doesn't care. Raya is ten times—no one hundred times—more beautiful than this woman. Raya can do much better. 

But it isn't her place to say. 

Raya can make her own choices.

They are just friends. 

She has no reason to get so upset. 

No reason. 

Namaari forces herself to look away when the woman becomes a little handsy, placing her hand on Raya’s bicep, complimenting her muscles, sliding her hand down to her waist, inching in even closer to whisper something. 

She keeps drinking, hoping to get rid of the unpleasant feeling in her chest and gut. She doesn't look at them but it doesn't help, knowing what is happening. Knowing she can't do anything, because Raya isn't her's.

It's barely been more than twenty minutes when Namaari can't take it anymore, she places her glass on the counter before standing from her seat and leaving. Not wanting to leave Raya behind despite wanting to get away, she heads towards the back of the club, being allowed to go back there thanks to Sisu, mostly to give her the space if she needed to get out of the noise. 

Now she just needed to get away from Raya. 

Finding a safe spot to sit and calm down, she places her head in her hands. Namaari feels stupid for being jealous, hating to admit it to herself but knowing that it definitely is jealousy, mad at herself for being so childish and immature. 

"Namaari?" 

Namaari tenses, straightening her posture when she hears Raya's voice. She didn't think Raya would even notice that she snuck away, being too busy with that other girl. 

"Namaari? Are you alright?" 

She doesn't answer, hearing Raya's voice grow closer as she tries to find her. 

Namaari hears Raya stop just behind her, hesitating for a moment before speaking again. 

"Namaari? Did you get overwhelmed?" 

"Something like that." Namaari mumbles, absentmindedly rubbing the fabric of her shirt between her fingers. "Go have fun." 

"Something is wrong, what is it?”

“Nothing, everything is fine. Go back out there and have fun.” Namaari’s tone was sharp, annoyed, revealing that she truly wasn’t fine. 

“It’s not fun without you,” Raya says, looking at Namaari with concern. “So either come back out with me or I’m going to stay in here with you.” 

“What about that girl?” Namaari says without thinking, annoyed and disgusted just thinking about her. “Seems like you two were having fun, she’s probably waiting for you.”

Namaari turns around to look at Raya, finding her starring at her, doing so for a long moment, mouth slightly open as she takes in what Namaari is saying. Namaari stares back at her, expression annoyed and hurt. 

“You- That’s- That’s one of Sisu’s bartenders, ‘maari.” Raya explains, “Sisu obviously told her to come over.” 

Namaari didn’t realize that she was one of the bartenders, but that didn’t change anything. “Are you sure she just didn’t want to flirt with you? Why would Sisu even tell her to do that?”

Raya examines Namaari for a second before letting out a laugh, frustrating Namaari even more. She Stands to fully face Raya. 

“Why are you laughing?”

“You’re jealous.” 

“I am not.” Namaari scoffs, disgust on her face. “She’s not my type.”

Raya shakes her head, “No, you’re jealous of her. Sisu was trying to make you jealous of her so she told her to flirt with me.”

“I don’t care who flirts with you.” Namaari lies, Raya sees right through it. 

“Really? Why are you so upset about her flirting with me then?” Raya challenges, giving her a look that tells Namaari she knows she’s right. “You didn’t like her flirting with me because you want it to be you, you didn’t like her touching me because you want to touch me, right?”

“What if I do?” Namaari snaps, pausing afterward, watching Raya’s reaction. Slowly realizing what was happening. “You were trying to make me jealous too, you went with it to get me to admit it, huh?”

“It worked, didn’t it? You are jealous and now you know but you still aren’t doing anything about it.” Raya points out and Namaari just now realizes how close they actually are, bodies close to touching. “You have your chance, dep la. Are you going to take it?" 

Namaari lowers her gaze to Raya’s lips, glancing back up to her eyes to find Raya doing the same. She has her chance and she’s going to take it. 

She presses her lips onto Raya’s, hands gripping onto her hips while Raya’s hands reach up to grab her face. Namaari pushes Raya backward as she runs her tongue across Raya’s bottom lip, waiting for the latter to open her mouth so she can push her tongue into her mouth. 

Both of them moan when their tongues meet, Namaari continuing to push Raya backward until they hit a wall, pressing her body into Raya’s, sandwiching her between her and the wall. 

Their kiss is rough, all tongue and teeth, eager, pouring out the feelings they have been hiding for a long time now. Her mouth tastes of alcohol, yet not as much as Namaari's does. Namaari was definitely drunk, or at least extremely tipsy, Raya definitely was the more sober of the two. A rare occurrence, it's usually the other way around. 

Namaari never thought she would be this forward, never having the confidence to do so but perhaps it was the liquid courage she downed. Tipsy enough to let her walls down and ignore her insecurities, leaving room for confidence—doing what she had only dreamt of doing before, admitting her feelings and kissing Raya. Raya was slightly tipsy herself, she didn’t need the alcohol to give her the confidence but it sure helped, having to want to do this for a long time now. 

Namaari was brave with her hands too, not caring they are so close to the club, dozens of people a room away. They can easily be caught if any drunk lunatic wanders off, seeing Namaari groping Raya and kissing her fiercely. 

“Namaari-.” Raya moans out when Namaari pulls away from the kiss to instead press open-mouthed ones to her neck. 

Raya gasps in surprise when Namaari bites on her pulse, sucking a bruise onto the skin. Effectively marking her, a message to say that she’s Namaari’s. 

Still biting her neck, Namaari sneaks her hands underneath Raya’s shirt, pausing to wait and see if she’s gone too far. Raya doesn’t say anything, instead, she grabs the bottom of her shirt and pulls it up and off, leaving her just in her sports bra and ripped jean shorts.

Namaari pulls back just enough to get a look at her, she has seen Raya like this before, usually when the two are working out together, but it feels different under this circumstance, admiring her beauty more openly.

She kisses Raya again, her hands feeling her abs, something she has wanted to do for a long time now. 

Raya moans when Namaari’s hands cup her breasts, exploring with touches before slipping her hands under the fabric, feeling hardened nipples against her palms. 

One of Raya’s hands moves up to grab ahold of her head, the other cradling the back of her neck as she kisses her fiercely. She unashamedly moans into Namaari’s mouth, hips jerking forwards into Namaari’s. 

Namaari grinds her pelvis into Raya’s in return, enjoying the sounds the Heart woman makes. Wanting to hear it again, Namaari keeps thrusting into her, enjoying the friction it provides. 

Namaari pulls away from the kiss, biting Raya’s bottom lip while trailing her hands down Raya’s body. Slow but firmly touching her muscles until she finds the button on Raya’s shorts, playing with it. 

“Can I?” Namaari asks, her lips pressed against Raya’s ear. 

Raya nods eagerly, “yes.”

Namaari bites her bottom lip, loving how desperate and needy Raya sounded just now. Unbuttoning Raya’s shorts, she slowly pulls them down until they drop to the floor, wanting more access that the shorts were definitely limiting. 

Her hands grip Raya’s thighs, touching and groping them. She keeps doing this for a long moment, enjoying the noises Raya makes and how she feels against her. She drags her nails on the inside of Raya’s thighs, smirking when Raya shakes and moans. 

“Namaari, please.”

“Please what?” Namaari asks, feigning innocence. 

“I want you.” 

Namaari's hands slide up to hold her hips, her body rocking into Raya’s. “How do you want me?”

“You’re fingers,” Raya begs, “inside me.”

Namaari can’t hold back the moan that leaves her lips, she obeys and moves her hands down, looping her fingers around the band of Raya’s boxers, slipping them down until they fall to the floor with the shorts. 

Brushing past soft curls, Namaari slides her hand down between her legs, fingers exploring her wet folds. 

So fucking wet. 

All because of her. 

Namaari feels some sort of pride and honor having caused this, wanting to be the only one who does this to her. 

Raya moans, hips jerking forward to meet the touch, one hand gripping Namaari’s hair and the other her bicep. 

“‘Maari-.”

“How many?” Namaari husks into her ear, teasing her entrance with her fingertips, gathering her arousal, and bringing it to her clit, circling it once before teasing her entrance again. 

“T-two, please.” 

Namaari moans when she enters her, her two fingers sliding in easily, her walls pulsing around her fingers. Raya moans louder than her, hands gripping onto her for dear life, eyes shut tight. 

Namaari starts with a slow rhythm, biting her bottom lip as she feels Raya’s walls squeeze around her fingers. Her cunt makes a dirty wet sound and she begins to pick up the pace, driving Namaari on. 

“Y-... you’re so big, dep la.” Raya moans right into her ear, sending a wave of arousal through her body. It is strangely hot for Raya to call her big, it’s only two fingers but she moans at the statement anyway, starting to thrust her hips along with her fingers. 

"Say my name." 

"Namaari, ah!" 

"You're so hot, Raya." Namaari admits in a low voice, working herself up just on Raya's needy voice and nails digging into her back. "I've dreamt of doing this to you for a long time, I have dreamt of my fingers inside you, then I would wake up all hot and bothered. I would finger myself just like this, imagining it was you." 

"Fuck, Namaari…" 

"You feel so good around my fingers, Raya. Better than I could have ever imagined." 

Raya is close, Namaari can tell by the way her thrusts become sloppy and her body shaking, her walls pulsing around her fingers. 

"Yes… yes! Ah! Namaari! Don't stop!" 

"I won't." 

Raya turns her head, trying to capture Namaari's lips, one of her hands pulling her face by her hair. Namaari kisses her roughly while Raya’s other hand lowers. 

Namaari moans in surprise when Raya's hand finds her core, exploring her folds before finding her clit.  

Namaari doesn't stop or falter in her pace, kissing Raya roughly as the latter starts to circle her clit. 

"Fuck, Raya-." Namaari moans against her mouth, her own thrusts becoming sloppy as she feels herself close. 

She has been dreaming of touching Raya and Raya touching her for a long time now, it's almost overwhelming how fast this is going but she doesn't stop, wanting more. The feeling of Raya touching her while she touches Raya is a different sensation entirely, feeling herself close already. 

"Namaari, I'm- I'm close- ah!" 

"Me- me too," Namaari presses her forehead against Raya's, her grip on her hip tightening and so does Raya's grip in her hair. 

They barely last a few more seconds before they are thrown over the edge, almost at the exact same time. Both of them moaning out each other's names and incoherent words. 

They fall to the floor, still holding each other and panting. Taking a long moment to calm down. 

They end up adjusting their positions, Raya sitting against the wall with Namaari practically in her lap, lowering her head to rest in the crock of Raya's neck. 

Namaari felt more sober once calmed down, wondering if she was rather drunk on jealousy and lust than alcohol. 

“I have a confession.” Namaari says after a long moment. 

Raya runs her fingers through Namaari's hair. "Yeah?' 

The liquid courage has left her, she no longer feels confident enough to say but she needs to, especially after what they have just done. 

“I’m… I'm in love with you, have been for a while now.” 

Namaari pulls away to look at Raya when she doesn't say anything, concerned and worried she shouldn't have said that. 

But Raya just chuckles, smiling admiringly. “Really? I never would have guessed.”

Namaari's brows furrow.

“I’m kidding.” Raya laughs, reaching up to cup Namaari’s face into her hands. “I love you too.”

“Really?”

Raya laughs again, stroking her thumbs over Namaari's cheeks. “You literally gave me the best sex I have ever had, I would be a fool not to.” 

Namaari narrows her eyes at her. 

“I’m kidding again, although that first part is true.” Raya says with a smile. "I have loved you for a while, just wasn't sure you felt the same way. I made a wild guess tonight and good thing I did, hmm?" 

Namaari smiles with a flush. "Mm, yeah. Good thing you did." 

Raya leans in to press a long chaste kiss against Namaari's lips, pulling away to look into her eyes. "I love you Namaari." 

"I love you too, Raya." 

Raya kisses Namaari again, softer than before but still passionate, expressing all the emotions and feelings of their words into one kiss. 

Pulling away from the kiss, Namaari feels a sense of warmth and happiness, never expecting this to happen. 

"Want to… come to my place?" Namaari offers, her voice shy and uncertain. 

"You're so cute. All shy after just fucking me in the back of our friends club."

"I'm not cute-." Namaari scoffs, seemingly offended but not enough to avoid Raya's kisses to her cheeks. 

The mob of teal hair between your legs fills your sight, legs trembling on either side of Xiao's head. He gives a huff, slightly annoyed at how fidgety you are, placing his hands on your thighs to keep them open. He raises a brow when you take in a breath, only to let your head fall back once his tongue finally makes contact with your slit. It's warm and slimey, sending chills down your spine as pleasure works its way up, leaving you breathless. And he barely started.

"X-Xiao... Be gentle..."

"I'm only using my tongue... Mortals can get hurt so easily..., " despite his words, he listens, giving small, kitten licks to help you adjust to this new feeling. And even though he won't say it himself, it's also helping him in learning on to eat you out properly. Because this was the first step in the sexual aspect of your relationship. The first time he's seen you naked, the first time he's giving you pleasure.

His tongue runs up and down your slit, enjoying your little whimpers of pleasure, the way your legs shake and tremble. It was adorable, the way you held your hand over your mouth, muffling your moans. But it was also annoying.

"Don't cover your mouth, " he sits up on his knees, hand gently removing your hand from your mouth. Golden pools that seem darker than usual stare into your own eyes, and you can feel your face warm up and cunt tingle in excitement. "If you cover your mouth, I'll stop. Understand?"

He slides back down once you nod your head, hands gripping the silk sheets and crumbling them. And once again he's licking your soaking cunt, noticing your puffy clit that's just begging for attention. He thinks for a moment before brining his lips near the sensitive bud. Your body jerks when he starts to gently suck on it.

"X-Xiao! A-ah!"

Your hands tug and grip the sheets tighter, and you think you can hear something rip. You kick your feet without warning, not used to the sensation. With a grumble, he holds your thighs down with his hands alone, and a strangle moan escapes you when he sucks a bit harder on your clit. It feels so good yet so much, and you're so new to this.

Your hips roll into his face which has him trying even harder. He leaves your clit only to sneak his tongue into your entrance after a few attempts. Your legs tremble even more, and your moans are bouncing off the walls. There's something growing in your stomach, it feels hot and tight, and like it's about to snap-

"... Already?" A squeal leaves you as you come, and he drinks it all up. His mouth and chin are glossy from your juices, and he's surprised you came so early. He sets up on his knees, and inches his face closer to your panting one.

His question has your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

It all started because you said he was talented with weapons. It was just a statement, nothing more. But Childe, even given the opportunity, loves to tease you, his girlfriend. And without realizing it, you just made an opening for said teasing. And now, you will suffer the consequences.

"I am very talented with my fingers and tongue, actually."

"... Huh...?"

Which led to now, with your back pressed against the rough bark of the tree, boyfriend on his knees eating you out like he was a starving man. His tongue was thrusting in and out of your weeping hole, drawing out muffled gasps and moans from you. And you're reduced to a whimpering mess, grateful that he managed to find a little hidden area that hid your bodies quite well.

If only it could hide your voice as well.

"C-Childe... I-I think I'm getting close...oh..."

"Then I guess I should keep going."

His mouth leaves your cunt, and you whine in protest. But your whines are quickly cut off when he stands up, kissing you deeply. His now gloveless hand trails down your leg slowly, teasingly. It sends tingles down your skin. Goosebumps rise to the surface along with drool, and you can't help but wonder if he was always this sensual.

"You're drooling," he points out, a simper forming on his lips. "And it's because of me, right?" Childe doesn't bother to wait for answer, instead sliding in two fingers at once, whistling when they slide in with ease. You're soaking down there, arching your back when he curls his digits, hitting your g-spot. Your legs shake when he starts to pump them in and out.

"You're so fucking wet... You're gonna prune my fingers, you know." His breath is hot against your ear, and the sting of his teeth on your ear makes you clench around his fingers. He laughs, clearly enjoying your reactions. So he does more.

His fingers go faster, harder, hitting your g-spot, and it's not long before you cum, squirting all over his hand.

"Good girl... Let's take this a bit further, yeah?"

The taste of sake burns your tongue, and you briefly wonder why and how Venti managed to get his hands on this liquor. But the thought goes away when someone takes the cup away and sits next to you, taking a sip from it. You hear the gag before you see the person. Before you see him.

Xiao.

"Not used to drinking?" You chuckle, fanning yourself with your hand as your lover takes another drink. You merely smirk when he recoils at the taste once more - Xiao was never a big fan of drinking, but every once in a while he would indulge in it if you yourself, was already drinking. But that only happens every couple of months.

"I will never understand how mortals drink such things... Or anyone, really. Not even Venti or Rex Lapis. It burns and the taste is strong."

"Then don't drink it," came your playful reply. The adetpus does nothing but roll his eyes, already used to your playfulness. You always get rather playful when you drink, and more flirty, too. But it makes you more tempting to be around, at times.

Because you're the sun that shows up after the rain.

"How much did you drink?"

"Hm... Around... Three cups, maybe? I might stop here though - I have to wake up in the morning and I'm already a bit tispy."

"Hmph. Mortals always get so drunk so easily. It's a wonder how your mind managed to survive throughout the ages."

"We're stubborn beings, that's all." You knew that Xiao meant no harm when he said things like that. Not when his hands are sneakily moving to your hips, leading you to straddle his lap. And you allow him to move him, holding in an excited breath as you notice the growing tent in his pants.

It's not every day Xiao gets in the mood for sex. It's not everyday that he wants to fuck you until you're dazed from the pleasure, unable to think of anything else but his cock. It's not everyday he wants to reck you on the inn bed.

And you'll let him.

At first, it starts with slight groping - his hands groping your breasts through your loose top, nipples hard from arousal. You moan, letting your lover have his way with you. Your pussy is starting to get wet with your lewd juices, smearing against your underwear when Xiao decides to thrust his hips up against yours. There's a growl stuck in his throat when your hands play with his nipples through the thing frabic of his shirt- his thrusting gets harder and more desperate.

Your bright crimson lipstick catches his eye, and he licks his lips. You feel a chill go down your spine at his next words.