your cheeks were a lot redder than when you usually get mad at him. the redness went all the way to your ears, and it looked like your breathing was getting shallow too.

"weren't you listening to me?"

he uncrossed his arms and was now walking towards you.

"alhaitham?" your voice was full of worry. he would never hurt you but he was bigger and stronger than you. he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. all of this was so sudden.

"how dare you! put me down!" you yell, hitting his back.

but alhaitham didn't listen to you. he just carried you to the sofa, throwing you onto it. your back hitting the soft cushion.

he now had you pinned to the sofa.

"would you stop acting like a child?" you could hear the irritation in his voice.

"i'm not-!"

alhaitham sighed. he knew he wouldn't get anywhere like this.

"just listen. what kind of mushrooms did you find in the chasm?"

"i don't know, but they were purple and glowing. i think they hit me with something. why?"

"i should have known." he looked to the side.

your breathing was getting heavier, and your body felt like it was on fire.

"oh archons. alhaitham, am i dying?" you were grabbing at his chest, eyes full of tears.

"we need to get your clothes off now."

"w-what?" your eyes went wide with embarrassment.

"if you don't want to die, you need to do exactly what i say." his tone was low, his eyes connected to yours, and he was holding onto you.

you nodded your head. "can you help me?"

alhaitham made quick work of your clothes. before you knew it, you were only in your underwear. but it wasn't enough, you were burning.

"please i need it all off."

"shh~ in time." he was cupping your chin, his gaze soft. he pulled you closer, lips parted. he clashed his lips with yours and you responded in kind, wrapping your arms around his neck. he wished he had done this sooner, your lips were so soft.

he nipped your lower lip so you would open your mouth more for him. he put his hot wet muscle in your mouth, you letting out a gasp. you both fought for dominance but in the end he won, his tongue exploring your mouth.

he pulled away leaving you breathless, but it still wasn't enough.

you took his hand and put it in your panties so he could feel your wetness. "please touch me."

suppressing the urge to tease you, he pushed two fingers through your folds and put his thumb on your clit. you moaned at the feeling of him circling your bud. he pumped his fingers, them going deeper into you. and curled them trying to find that right spot. once he found it, he wouldn't stop drilling until he made you cream around his fingers with a cry.

thinking you were ready now, he removed your soaked panties, and unbuckled his own pants. his cock standing at attention. he was huge.

"y-you're so big." you looked shocked.

"you can take it."

he lifted your legs, bending your knees, and pinning them to the sofa. rubbing his cock on your entrance. "right?" he looked up at you looking for your answer.

you weren't sure. but you knew you needed it, so you nodded. "i'm ready."

with that, he pushed his tip against your entrance.

Several bodies jolted and heads turned drowsily when the door creaked and you slipped inside. Most of them seemed relieved at your presence, an odd, unspoken agreement existing between you and them; you cut the lectures short and they respect your presence.

Pierro himself took a moment to notice you, only looking up when you were already several steps inside, hands clasped innocently behind your back.

"You're not allowed in here."

You tilted your head, unable to keep a little smile from your lips as you halted a few feet from Pierro. "But I miss you, you've been so busy this week."

A few of the harbingers chuckled while Pierro kept his frigid gaze locked on you.

"I'll be done soon."

You knew that was a lie. "You said that last time too." You pouted up at him, not missing the way his fingers flexed at his side.

Pierro took a small step closer, knowing exactly how defiant you could be at times. Having you disobey direct orders while the harbingers looked on wasn't exactly befitting of his status. He lowered his voice to a quiet rumble, "go."

Despite knowing exactly what the consequences would be, you stood your ground, hands on your hips and all.

The crease between his brows softened after a moment and he let out a defeated sigh, sinking into his chair and patting his knee.

The meeting hadn't been adjourned. Not yet.

But you'd just been given exactly the tools you needed to ensure it would be.

You perched happily in his lap, wriggling your ass to get properly settled atop the pristine white trousers. One of Pierro's hands clamped down on your waist immediately, calloused palm warm through your clothes. He pulled you flush against his broad chest, probably thinking that would deter your mischief.

He'd begun talking again, something about plans for the electro gnosis.

Instead, it allowed you to easily rub your ass over his groin with just a subtle arch of your back. There was no reaction from him the first time you did it. Nor did he react with anything except a slight squeeze of your waist.

You took great care to be subtle, spacing them out enough that it could be just you fidgeting innocently. After a few times, Pierro's breath caught when you dragged your clothed sex over the half-hard bulge in his trousers.

After stumbling over his word he leaned down, warm breath ghosting along the shell of your ear.

"Careful."

The little hum that left you was far from surrender. One of your hands went to his thigh, fingertips walking along his leg like a little game. Pantalone chuckled, eyes now cracked open and fixed intently on the man behind you.

Pierro's chest vibrated against your back as he spoke, having moved on from whatever lecture from Khaenri'ah he'd been giving to now admonishing the Harbingers. It was pleasant, the low rumble easily lulling you to sleep if you let down your guard. You basked in it for a few heartbeats before parting your legs a little wider beneath the table, draping your legs on either side of Pierro's.

He'd (unwillingly) taught you a great deal about strategy by letting you sit in on meetings like this countless times despite your lack of clearance.

The new angle let you better rub against him, going so far as subtly reaching beneath your dress and tugging your underwear aside, letting a bit of your wetness seep into his trousers. Pierro adjusted his hold without pausing his speech, gloved fingertips digging into your thighs without mercy. But oh was that a mistake. You squirmed atop him, whining his name to make it seem like he was the instigator here.

The Captain looked away.

The Knave cleared her throat.

The Rooster looked one second from exploding.

Behind you, Pierro took a deep breath, silence stretching in a way that was undoubtedly uncomfortable for everyone but you.

A roll of your hips revealed that his length was now fully erect beneath you, but before you could put the discovery to use, your world spun and your cheek met the cold stone table.

"Meeting adjourned." Pierro's booming voice rung out, scattering the gathering of now snickering Harbingers. The Captain picked Childe up by the scruff, the young man's eyes as wide as saucers as he stared at you.

The door had barely clicked shut behind the last of them before Pierro delivered a single sharp smack to your rear.