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[tenhoei]

Do you like me? ⟨⟨ part 5 ⟩⟩

You asked the weird, creepy guy with a cool haircut to help you out.

Master list!

Warnings: suggestive

Been a while because I honestly was stuck on the plot. This was meant to be a one shot. You forced me to write a series. This is your fault. You're all gremlins 👺

I don't think I'll be writing smut for the rest of this series, I genuinely don't want to, it's so boring to write when xiao is short tbf

Unedited 👍

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You stood in front of Xiao's apartment, your bag filled with textbooks and stationery, as well as other studying materials, making it a very heavy bag to hold. You took a deep breath and rang the doorbell, hearing Xiao on the other side quickly run up to the door and open it, inviting you in with a smile.

"Oh, it smells nice," you took in the mixture of whatever Xiao was cooking and the scent of the apartment in, it being a weird combo, but it blasted at you as soon as you walked into the apartment. "What are you making?"

"Ah, noodles, but I'm making it from scratch so you'll have to excuse the mess." Xiao quickly returned to the kitchen, leaving you to invite yourself into the house. You sat at the kitchen island, looking at the flour, vegetables and seasonings all over the place. "I lost track while cooking, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, there's no rush." You smiled and looked at the pile of dirty dishes in the sink, and at the dirty mess on the kitchen island. "Let me help you clean up."

"No, you shouldn't, you're my guest." Xiao quickly retorted, looking at you so you wouldn't get up, but you got up and walked to the sink anyway. "Seriously, Y/N, that'd be rude of me."

"I guess you'll just have to pay me back somehow," you shrugged and began cleaning the dishes, flashing a little smile at Xiao as he sighed and smirked at you. "And I don't want to study right now anyway, so I guess you could say I'm procrastinating."

It took very little time for the two of you to clean the kitchen up, and Xiao rewarded you with a nice bowl of dragon beard noodles in front of you. It looked great, and you could see that it was a particularly difficult dish to cook, and it amazed you to see just how talented this man was.

"You're really good at cooking," you sighed after you drank cold water to cool you down from the hot meal. You were half way done, and already filled to the brim. "Where did you learn to cook like this?"

"My father is a chef," Xiao had already finished his portion. He watched you eat instead, finding it to be more entertaining than he thought. "He taught me how to cook from a very young age."

"That's amazing," you beamed. "I've always hated cooking."

"I didn't particularly enjoy the lessons," Xiao shrugged, "but watching you eat so happily does make me want to thank him for forcing them on me."

You tried to hide your smile by looking down and slurping a mouthful of noodles, but Xiao saw the corners of your lips curl up and your cheeks redden. Your hair fell in front of your face, almost in your bowl, but Xiao pulled your hair up and behind your ear. You couldn't thank him, but he knew you wanted to.

"Let me tie your hair up, you got a hairband?" He asked and got up to walk about the island and behind you. You raised your arm and showed him the ties around your wrist, and he took two. "You should always tie your hair while eating, don't you know that?"

"I forgot," you mumbled after swallowing the food. Xiao chuckled, pulling your hair together and tying it into a ponytail. As long as the hair was out of your face, it didn't matter what hairstyle he pulled. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," he sat next to you and smiled. "If you're done, we really need to get studying now."

"Yeah, I think I'm done." You pushed the bowl away from you, indicating that you were finished. You felt bad that you couldn't eat everything, but there was nothing you could do. "It was wonderful, Xiao, thank you."

"Are you up for dessert later?" Xiao took your bowl and his, emptying your food out and putting the dishes in the sink. You stared at his back for a little while, wondering what he could mean by desert. "After we finish studying, of course."

Oh, my God. He totally meant sex, why else would he suggest it after studying? Especially after what he said a week ago, there was no doubting it. He meant sex. I'll touch the places you want me to touch so much. Why else would he have invited you?

"Have you had almond tofu? It's my favourite sweet treat."

What.

Xiao turned around and beamed a smile, a little confused as to why your red face reddened even more when he looked at you. "You're… not allergic to anything, are you?"

"No, I'm not." You quickly answered, staring at him and trying to get rid of your nasty, inappropriate and vulgar thoughts. "I've never had… almond tofu."

Xiao's eyes narrowed and he took a few steps forward, resting his elbows on the kitchen island and leaning in to examine your blushing face. You avoided eye contact, and acted as if he wasn't inches away from you.

"What were you thinking about?" He smirked, already knowing exactly what you were thinking about. You raised your eyes and looked at Xiao, shaking your head.

You swallowed. "Nothing."

"Nothing?" He asked to confirm, and you nodded your head to his question. Xiao shrugged and stepped back, grabbing his water bottle and smiling at you. "All right. Let's study?"

You spent a few hours studying with Xiao, going over some previous exam questions and trying to absorb as much information as possible in this one session. Although you were distracted by Xiao's focused face and how he had to wear glasses, which was new to you, you did manage to revise quite well.

You took a sip of your water, getting sleepy from a full stomach of food and a bunch of boring learning. After a while, this didn't seem worth it. Instead of studying, while Xiao was busy, you took your phone out and started playing a game under the table.

The sound on your phone was off, but somehow Xiao still managed to hear you playing, and it wasn't at all for the fact that he was actually paying every bit of attention to you and not learning a thing, and he took your phone and put it aside.

You looked at him, and he looked at you, and he blushed, and he went back to writing down words he wasn't registering. He was comfortable around you, but when he didn't have the upper hand and that clear dominance over you, he became shy.

Still, you found it cute. He was usually quite closed off, from what you knew, so it was comforting knowing that Xiao had multiple other emotions that he showed you. But you couldn't lie that his confidence was awfully attractive.

"Let's take a break," you announced, standing up and stretching from side to side. Your back felt like it'd been stepped on by giants, and finally releasing that lower back pressure felt so good you let a moan slip through your lips.

Xiao's head snapped to look up at you, and yours to look down at him, a bright red blush covering both your faces, though Xiao's face had turned crimson at the sound of your voice. You watched his Adams apple move as he swallowed, his shoulders twitching back and his eyes not wanting to leave yours. But they did. Xiao cleared his throat and nodded.

"Yeah, let's take a break." He said, but went back to reading his textbook. You knew he found it cute when you moaned, you just didn't think that he wouldn't make a move after you did. You were disappointed, but you didn't want to force him into something he didn't want to do.

Who are we kidding, though? Of course he wanted to take you right then, right there. Why didn't he? He didn't know. Perhaps he was a little too shy, or perhaps he wanted to woo you first, even though he had you wrapped around his finger, or him around yours. It was all just far too complicated than it had to be.

Xiao listened as you walked into the kitchen to grab you both something to snack on, his eyes wanting to lift and watch your every move intently, he wanted to savour your body, your sounds, and your actions. He wanted to study you instead of studying for his exams, it sounded more pelasurable anyway.

The sound of your cute moan resonated with him, it repeated in his head over and over again until you broke his train of thoughts by placing a cereal bar in front of him. He thanked you for it, and munched on it instead of making conversation with you.

Truth was, he didn't remember his first night with you quite as well as he wanted to. It all happened too quickly, and he wasn't thinking straight, and therefore didn't get to remember what you looked like, where you liked to be touched, your voice or your body. He wanted to do it all over again, for hours, for days, just so he could alter himself to you. He would do anything just to have you all for himself.

"You got a little…" you caught Xiao's attention by touching his shoulder and pointing to his mouth to indicate he had cereal stuck to him. "A thing, like, right there…" he tried to get it but he kept missing it. "Here, let me."

Your hand reached forward to take the cereal off his mouth, your fingertips brushing his soft lips, just how you remembered them, and licking the crumb off with your tongue. A bright, secretly cocky, smile lit up on your face as you deliberately licked your finger for two seconds too long.

Xiao's heart was beating too fast for the normal human male, and his desire to pull you in by your neck and capture your lips in a kiss only became stronger with each passing second you looked at him like that. His eyes as wide as plates and his hands now formed in fists, crushing whatever was left of the cereal bar and holding himself back from literally jumping on you.

He was turned on.

"Y/N," Xiao's voice almost cracked when he finally spoke. You hummed in response, looking up from your scribbled notes. Xiao took a second to think about what he was going to say to you, something between 'please be my girlfriend' and 'please just fuck me' seemed appropriate, but what came out was more concerning. "Please, just fuck my girlfriend."

"Excuse me?" You registered that he had a girlfriend and had a weird fantasy of watching you have sex with her, but why the hell would anyone ever suggest that?

"I mean, fuck me and my girl– no, fuck me—" he stopped speaking for a second when you looked mortified at the words coming out of his mouth. Was he cheating on his girlfriend?! How could anyone do that? Despite everything, and Xiao himself looked mortified at the words he was speaking, he took a deep breath and spoke. "Y/N, please be my girlfriend so I can fuck you."

Oh.

That certainly wasn't what you were expecting, and by the looks of it, Xiao was surprised by what he said himself. A boost of confidence powered him to continue, but it felt like the mood was completely ruined. Not for him, though, he was still up and needy.

"Be my girlfriend, so I can do everything I want to do with you." He said, slowly and much more clearly. Your brows furrowed, and your bottom lip was between your teeth, chewing nervously.

"I don't need to be your girlfriend for us to–"

"Y/N, no, just… bat your eyes, lick your lips and say yes." Xiao shook his head at your annoying indecision. He might be into you, but that didn't stop him from picking apart your most annoying trait by far - complicating things. "Don't make this messy, and let me be your boyfriend. Please, Y/N, I'll do you so good if you just let me."

You took a deep breath and couldn't stop yourself from smiling when you nodded and whispered a small 'okay' to what Xiao said. "I'll be your girlfriend."

"Thank God," Xiao rolled his eyes and crawled to you quickly, but his lips only brushed the corner of your mouth, kissing your cheek instead. "I'll be good to you, so good, you won't regret it."

You never had trouble finding relationships, but that didn't mean they were good. All the men you dated only wanted you for your looks and sex, and women never lasted long enough because half of them were psychotic for some reason. You had briefly had something going on with Hu Tao, but she never asked you out, and you never asked her out. If it wasn't for how slow you both were, you knew that Hu Tao and you could have had something.

But, Hu Tao wasn't the one begging on her knees for you to climb on the sofa behind you. You were sitting on the floor, revising, and the sofa was, in fact, the cushion for your back until Xiao urged you to sit on it. But, you didn't want to. You wanted a kiss from him.

"Kiss me," you looked down at his lips, that were inches away from yours, and then up at his eyes. His eyes, whose pupils were wide and taking in your delicious form, were golden with lust, but also love.

He was in love with you.

"Fucking gladly," Xiao smirked briefly before he lifted your chin up with his hand and brushed his lips against yours. Be wanted to savour the feeling of your hot breath on his face, your eyes looking at him eagerly, your hands weakly tugging at his sleeves. It was all a rich, rich tapestry, and he fucking loved it.

He pressed his lips to yours, pulling you in for what barely seemed like a kiss. He broke away too soon and left you unsatisfied, wanting so much more than whatever that was. However, judging by his expression, he was only teasing you. You debated whether you should push him away or not, but decided against it when his hand pulled your ankles down and got on top of you.

Xiao pulled your legs apart and placed himself comfortably to lay on your stomach, grabbing your wrists and wrapping them around his neck so you'd pull him in, and you did. He smiled at you, examining all your features, then kissed you again, one hand pulling your chin down to open your mouth for him, and the other going under your shirt and groping your skin softly.

His kisses travelled down your body when he finally pried your shirt off, and he told you to take your bra off too, though he couldn't deny that you looked adorable in it. You specifically wore your cutest lingerie set because you wanted to impress Xiao, and it was worth it because he was beyond impressed.

"I wouldn't want to rip it off when I can see you wearing it another time." Xiao started pulling your jeans down, them being a size bigger than your regular ones made it easier for him to slip them down and shove them across the room. Upon seeing the underwear you were wearing, he smirked and, very clearly, held in a laugh. "Huh. These can stay, then."

You blushed and looked away when he finally saw the embarrassing end to your attire – a slit in your panties. You knew what you were doing when you slipped them on at home before leaving to meet Xiao, you knew exactly what would happen and how things would end. What you didn't know was that Xiao loved the lingerie set a lot.

"Stay here, don't move. I'll be back." Xiao pecked your inner thigh before getting up and swiftly leaving for his bedroom. You were left naked on his living room floor, not knowing why he left so eagerly, biting your lip and wanting to cover yourself up. It felt like you were being watched, but you weren't. You knew that. But, why were you so insecure suddenly?

Only a few seconds went by alone on the floor, though they felt a lot longer, Xiao was running back to you with something in his hand. He grinned and kneeled down, showing you the condom packets he went to fetch.

"I got a few," his grin stayed large as he leaned down and pecked your lips. "You can't leave until I've used them all."

[tenhoei]

I’m so sorry if i sound pushy but do you have any plans of publishing do you like me chapter five any time soon ?

Love your work! :)

Keep it up <3

IM WORKING ON IT IM JUST REALLY STUCK LMAO IM SO SORRY ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ I'll publish something else in the mean time if I can, I've sort of lost it and I haven't found it yet 👍

[tenhoei]

Charm

Omen touches himself to the thought of you.

Master list!

Warnings: NSFW, swearing, masterbation

There are no omen GIFs and I literally cannot make my own but his arm are hot so I guess it's okay idk

Can't spell women without omen

Omen isn't a woman the last time I checked but he could pull them all if he wanted to

My friend and I agreed he's definitely really big

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Omen was sitting at his desk, watching the time go by on his computer screen slowly, thinking about how much longer he would sit there before he decided to actually get up and walk up to you.

It felt like hours had gone by, but it was only just under 5 minutes since he sat down and wondered what his next steps would be. He was absolutely down bad for you, and he didn't know how to go about it.

You gave him a souvenir from a trip you went on, a little black cat charm, and Omen couldn't understand why. And, to make matters worse, you were so cute when you handed him the gift, a red, shy face, a pretty sun hat because the sun had been scorching, but your cheeks were still slightly burnt because you forgot sunscreen, it was all just so gorgeous.

He groaned and threw his head back, the kitty charm in the palm of his hand, trying his hardest not to ruin the metal as he balled his hands into fists. He put the charm in front of him on the desk, looking at it and only thinking of you.

He wondered how tight you'd be around him, how wet you could get for him before he even touched you, how hot you'd be, how well you could warm him up. He wanted— no, needed to know. He needed to know how well you could take him, and if you couldn't, how long it would take before you could.

Would you like him to be slow and loving, which he would obey and make you feel exactly how you made him feel in his chest, or would you like him to be rough and bend you over a surface, pounding into you without mercy. Or, perhaps, you wanted to take the lead completely, and have him at your knees, because he would do that too.

Omen took a moment looking at the charm before his hand wrapped around his cock, it was throbbing since he last saw you, only this time he made himself harder by thinking of you. His grip tightened on himself, wondering if that's how you'd be around him, or — he released his grip slightly — you'd be loose and fit perfectly.

He didn't have anything to lube himself up, because he never did this before, but it didn't matter, because he felt like he could come just by having his hand there and thinking of you. Still, he moved his palm up and down slowly, his other hand covering the cat charm as if he was trying to hide from it.

He groaned when he felt that he was near already, bucking his hips in a way that made him almost moan out your name. He was hunched over, his head on the arm that was covering the charm, and his other arm moving up and down quickly. His precum was leaking onto his hand, and he thought that the sight was intriguing, because he could imagine how it would look like leaking out of you.

His thumb pressed onto his tip, hoaxing a moan out of him, finding a new area he thought he was far too sensitive for. His hand went up and down slowly, imagining it was you he was slowing down in and not his hand. With a few final pumps, he held his breath as his come painted his stomach in clear white streaks.

"Ah," he made a mess, "shit…"

Omen lifted his arm to look at the cat charm, and he suddenly felt disgusted with himself because he knew he wasn't allowed to think of you this way, but he loved the feeling of coming to the thought of you. If it felt good alone, he couldn't even fathom how good he would feel with you.

He desperately wanted to feel you, but he was too much of a coward to ask you out. Only thing he could do now was use his hand and think of you, and hopefully one day it'll be your walls painted white and not his stomach.

[tenhoei]

U&I

You cheated on Childe.

Master list!

Possessive!Childe X fem!reader

Warnings: suggestive, NSFW, blood, toxicity, cheating, cannibalism

Someone quench Childes thirst for blood before the police find him

♡

You seemed happy, a bright smile on your face, your dress was new, your heels extra high and your makeup much more glamorous. Your lipstick was a new shade, and your hair was up to show off more of your body, as if you dressed up for someone.

But, that was it, wasn't it? You dressed up for a man I've never seen before, someone who looked like they owned more, someone who looked like they wouldn't use you like I do all the time. All dolled up, for a man that wasn't me.

He had his arm around you, his face in your hair, his fingers tracing over you, his body close to yours, and everyone thought he was your lover. But he wasn't, because I was.

And when you had to explain yourself to me that same night, still wearing that same dress, your lipstick smudged and your hair down, you were with tears in your eyes. Your manicured hands clawed at my shirt, trying to explain to me that it wasn't what it seemed like. But it was exactly what it seemed like.

You cheated on me.

I made you take a cold shower that night because the guy's smell lingered on you so much it made me want to puke, but it didn't work. So I made you take a hot shower, too, but it only accentuated the scent. It was a horrible smell, and I was surprised you let the guy on you. I thought I smelled better.

I watched you scrub your body on my command, and it was such a beautiful sight. You were red from scrubbing for so long, and you begged me to stop, but I didn't let you stop until you shed every piece of skin that touched that guy.

It was meant to be you and I.

I let you rest for a week before I fucked you on every surface in the house, until you were filled with me, by scent, my marks and me. Until you were dripping with my come, and until I've bred you, you were not allowed to leave the house.

I wouldn't stop until you promised me every part of you. Every thought, every nerve, every limp and every single hair. Until your shoulders were so sore from my teeth, that you were begging me to stop. I needed you to beg me to stop.

But he was still there.

No matter how many times I sunk my teeth into you, or how many times I buried myself deep in you, or how many times I made you come, I still saw his tongue shoved inside your throat. His hand was caressing your leg so fucking much, it was disgusting, and I promised myself that it'll go first when I see him. The hand that fucking touched you will go first.

Then it would be his tongue, for shoving itself into places it wasn't fucking allowed to. I'd chop it up and feed it back to him, and see how he likes the taste of himself down his throat. Then I'd rip his eyes right out of his sockets for looking at you at all, and I'd place them in his hands. He shouldn't have looked at people that weren't his.

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I smiled as I handed you the tub of ice cream you requested, the spoon already inside. Your favorite was vanilla, and I found that adorable about you, because you were always one for trying out new and exciting foods. You took the ice cream and started eating it right away, thanking me and watching as I sat beside you and eyed the show you put on.

"This is so boring," I scowled at the lovey dovey couple on the screen, "how can you watch this stuff?"

"I think it's cute…" You pouted, looking down at your ice cream. I glanced at your red cheeks and pink, swollen lips, that only puffed out when you were shy. "We never do anything like that."

"You want me to take you on a date?" I looked at the screen, then back at you. You smiled and took a spoonful of the ice cream in your mouth, raising your eyes up to look at me. "Okay, where do you want to go?"

"I don't know…" you shrugged. "It's meant to be a surprise."

"You want me to make it a surprise?" I thought about it for a second, wondering what sort of romantic getaway would make you happy. You weren't hard to please, but I wasn't a romantic enough person to please that side of you. "We can go tomorrow."

"No, not tomorrow," you immediately declined. I furrowed my brows and waited for an explanation. "I don't want to go out with all the… bruises."

"They're not bruises," I corrected immediately, pulling your shirt up and revealing the bite marks and purple hickies. "They're marks. So you don't forget who you belong to."

You stayed quiet, as if you didn't want to upset me. But you've already pissed me off. Every time you spoke about my marks, it reminded me of why I gave them to you in the first place, and it reminded me of that guy, who still had all his limbs attached.

"We're going tomorrow," I said firmly. "I'll give you some new marks for the special occasion."

"No, please," you leaned away from me, as if in fear, looking at me as if I was some sort of predator who would take pity on you just because your eyes glistened with tears and your lips quivered. "They hurt. Please, Ajax, I can't."

"You can," I narrowed my eyes at you, taking your ice cream from you and placing it on the coffee table. You wanted to move away, but I grabbed your ankles and dragged you down so you were laying on your back, climbing on top of you and pressing my lips to your healing neck. "You think it didn't hurt when I saw you with that guy?"

I licked the hickies, and the bites I left with them. Your skin tasted of fresh florals because I drew you a rose bath earlier, and peppered you up with my love and affection, but the bites were still so new that they bled from time to time, and tinted your skin with the metallic taste of blood that lingered on the tip of my tongue.

The idea of anyone else doing this to you was hilarious to me, because I couldn't understand how you could find anyone better than me, and how you could find anyone else who made you feel like how I made you feel, if not better. You were made for me, so you'd have to stay with me.

"You know how much I hurt?" I leaned back and looked you in the eyes, my expression stone cold and my desire to make your skin red with your own blood was through the roof. "Every time I look at you, I remember how he touched you. It makes me want to—"

I stopped myself from thinking about it, trying my hardest to forget it just so I could take mercy on your bruised body. Slumping down and hugging you close, I savored the moment you finally hugged me back. It'd been weeks since you willingly put your arms on me.

"I'll stop," I sighed. "But if it happens again, it'll be worse. I'll lock you up if I have to, so don't let it come to that."

You nodded, and I smiled at you. You were so beautiful, it was insane that you walked up to me first all those years ago. Perhaps I took you for granted, and that's why you tried to cheat on me, but I'd never do it again. I would keep you forever, and treat you like the goddess that you were.

I pressed a soft kiss against your lips, cupping your face in one hand while the other moved your thighs apart to let me settle in nicely. I pecked your lips and pulled away to go down to your stomach. I pushed your tank top up and licked over the bites I gave you just yesterday morning, pecking them and going down to do the same to your thighs.

"I'm not in the mood," you swallowed and waited for me to look up. I was preoccupied with apologizing for hurting you so much, but you had something else on your mind. My eyes lifted to look into yours, and you immediately looked away. "Please, not today."

"I wasn't going to do anything," I admitted and kissed your inner thigh. "I'm saying sorry."

"Okay, but, just…" you took a deep breath in when I kissed another bite on your inner thigh, this one closer to your core than any other. I had to pull your shorts up a little to get to it. "I want to finish my show."

"Go on," I shrugged and lifted your thigh to kiss the bites on the back of your thigh, not thinking much about your requests. "If you're not in the mood, you wouldn't mind me kissing every bite on your body. Unless, of course, you are in the mood, and you want me to do something."

I licked and pecked a bite that was just under your butt, but I couldn't resist the urge to suck a new hickey into your skin. Your body was just so perfectly sculpted for me, I could kiss it all day.

"But that wouldn't be the case, would it?"

"No." You sucked in a breath, turning your head and watching your show as I continued to leave loving kisses all over your skin. My eyes were on you while my tongue found the bites, each small dent indicated where I should tend to. My fingers were pulling your clothes out of the way; your shorts shorter; your tank top more revealing.

I loved having my lips on your tender skin, so full of me and so lush with my kisses. I could run my hands over you all day, hold you in a way only I knew I was allowed to. I was obsessed with you, even if you didn't see it, even if I refused to acknowledge it sometimes.

"I'll get the rest another day, when you're in the mood." I left one last kiss on your forehead and gave you back your ice cream, helping you sit up comfortably and continue watching the disgustingly lovey dovey show you loved so much.

I stood by the front door, wanting to instead be beside you and hug you close while you ate the ice cream ever so happily, but there was someone I'd much rather have in my arms right now. Grabbing my coat, I kissed your cheek and told you I'll be back later tonight with dinner. The dinner?

The bastard that dared touch you.

[tenhoei]

Do you like me? ⟨⟨ part 4 ⟩⟩

You asked the weird, creepy guy with a cool haircut to help you out.

Master list!

Warnings: n/a

A veeeery boring & short update. In my defence, I thought I could write more. I was mistaken. I could not write more. This is my shortest chapter w/ 2.7k words LMAO

also double post heubeu

Parts 1, 2, 3, 4

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You hugged a pillow and watched the movie Xiao out on for you to watch. He was yawning frequently and thought you couldn't hear, but the movie wasn't that interesting anyway and Xiao was too close for you not to notice him.

You glanced at his tired face, half lidded eyes and slumping body. He wasn't interested in the movie and wanted to sleep, and you didn't want to be the reason he didn't get sleep. You tapped his shoulder, gaining his attention, and then tapped on your shoulder, indicating that he could rest on you.

He smiled and did just that, his eyes closing and his body getting in a more comfortable position. Perhaps leaning on your shoulder wasn't the best idea, since it was an awkward position and the surface was hard for his face, so you took his head and placed it comfortably on the pillow on your lap.

Xiao's eyes were wide as you did so, but he wasn't against the idea of looking up at your face. You were wide awake, and probably would stay wide awake for another few hours, so you didn't mind having Xiao fall asleep on you for now.

"Why don't you like me?" Xiao lazily said. You looked down and met his eyes, tired and barely managing to focus on you. He looked dejected, and his tone was far from happy. You wanted to ignore his question, so you looked away and hoped he would just fall asleep. "I asked you a question."

"I do like you." You argued back, still not meeting his eyes. You heard a sigh from him, his hand raising up and grabbing your cheeks harshly and pulling your face down to meet his gaze. You looked silly, but Xiao didn't pay attention to that.

"That's not what I meant," he gently let go of your face. "Why can't you like me back?"

"Because I think it's too soon for me to start liking you," you firmly said and frowned. Xiao also frowned at you, not knowing what you meant. "Just three weeks ago, I couldn't stand your guts. Everyone knows how much I dislike you, and it doesn't make sense for me to suddenly like you because, what? We had sex? That's what a one night stand is."

"But you're here now," Xiao argued with a smirk. He didn't know how much your first night with him affected you until now, and he was more than happy with that night if it meant you started liking him. However, he would have preferred a date or two before that night. "And, why exactly did you hate me?"

"Well, you know, just because…" you mumbled and looked away again. Truth was, you couldn't really pinpoint the exact reasons you disliked him, apart from how unbothered he was in class, but that wasn't a good enough reason.

"That's not an answer."

"You were always closed off and the opposite of me, and I hated that, I guess…" you rolled your eyes remembering him in class. "And you never spoke to anyone, it was always others making conversation with you. Maybe it would have been nice if you were the one to speak first… I don't know, it doesn't matter."

"You wanted me to come up to you first, is that it?" Xiao said. You looked down and saw his smirk, and it made you blush when he realized that he was right. You were about to fight back, but he spoke up again. "You liked me, so you wanted me to come up to you first."

"What? No, that's a stretch, you're just putting words in my mouth." You laughed, a little too loud, and waved him off. "Why would I be mad at you for that? That's stupid, and I didn't like you. I hated you."

"That's not true," Xiao sat up and brought your face closer to his. His eyes were glistening in the minimal lights in the room, and his usually golden orbs were now darker while looking at you. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips, then back to your eyes again. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

"What are you—" you didn't get to shout at him when you realized he was getting closer to you. You couldn't move, as if you were hypnotized, and your eyes were glued on his. You wanted to kiss him, more than anything, and it only dawned on you now how much you missed his touch. Your eyes went down to his lips, which turned into a smirk, and you looked up to his Xiao looking at you, as if studying you, and you knew he was just playing with you.

But, that didn't matter when he was just inches away from you. Your hand gripped onto the pillow and your breathing stopped when his lips met the corner of your mouth. This wasn't a kiss. You frowned when he pulled away, but couldn't say anything when Xiao started laughing.

"You should have seen the look on your face," his smile was anything but contagious. You rolled your eyes and turned away from him, staring at the TV and trying not to focus on Xiao's stupid laughter. Your face burned red, and you wanted to slap the smirk from his lips. "If you wanted a kiss so much, you should have asked."

"I don't want anything," you grumbled, getting up and throwing the pillow at him. "I'm going to sleep."

"In my room?" Xiao held the pillow and tilted his head at you, still smirking. You stopped half way to his bedroom and turned your head to look at him, a moment of silence between the two of you before you snared at him and stuck your tongue out.

You stomped to his room and went under his covers, shutting your eyes closed and trying to fall asleep. But you couldn't because Xiao was on your mind the whole time you were trying to sleep. From his newfound cockiness to his unusual confidence, you didn't know a person could switch up so quickly. You liked it much more when he was antisocial and rude all the time, because that way he couldn't embarrass you.

"I know you're not sleeping," Xiao laid down beside you and peeked over your shoulder to look at how much you were struggling to keep your eyes closed. It made him smile. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

He pushed you to lay on your back, you begrudgingly opening your eyes and looking at him. His fingers traced the outline of your lips gently, and you let him because of the concentrated and calm face he was making. His eyes found yours again.

"I want to kiss you," he softly said. "But I only want to kiss my girlfriend."

"Oh, please," you rolled your eyes and tried to get him off of you, but he was much stronger and urged you to listen. "As if you haven't kissed others regardless if you were dating or not."

"Are you jealous?" His lips were about to turn into that cocky smirk of his, and you were about to hit him and go to another room, but he apologized and kept you in place. "I know, I'm sorry, I can't say that I haven't, that'd be lying. But I've liked you for a very long time, and I want to be able to tell others that you're my girlfriend. I want our relationship to mean something, not just anything."

Xiao played with your fingers and sighed.

"Until that day comes, I'll kiss every part of you," he pecked your fingertips, "but your lips." His kisses traveled to your neck, "until you agree to become my girlfriend."

"You have to ask someone to be your girlfriend…" you mumbled and looked away. Xiao pulled away and looked at you, his head tilted and a small smile lingered on his lips.

"I guess I do." He cheekily smiled and got under the covers, pulling you closer to him and closing his eyes. You stared at his relaxed face, and focused on how he was tucking you in and making sure you're comfortable. "Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight, Xiao." You replied, watching as he slowly drifted to sleep. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, and you noticed then just how tired he was. You raised your hand and cupped his face, looking at his lips, that turned into a frown, and running your thumb over them.

You couldn't remember your first kiss with him that well, and it was because you didn't think much of it. You've kissed plenty of people, and none of them you thought were significant. Not even Xiao. You knew where he was coming from, and you understood that he just wanted to be committed to you and you committed to him, so…

"I like you," you sighed. Xiao was sound asleep, so you didn't have to worry about him hearing you, but you still felt embarrassed when you said it out loud. You only dreaded the day you could say it to him properly, if that day ever came. "I really, really like you."

Your phone's ringtone brought you back to reality, scaring you and making you jump slightly. You wiggled out of Xiao's grip, quietly trying to search for your bag, but also knowing you need to hurry up before it wakes Xiao up.

Who would be calling you at this time? You found your bag on Xiao's desk, grabbing it in its entirety and dashing out the room before you made any more unnecessary noise. Checking who the caller ID was out of the question with how long the phone had been ringing, so you picked up quickly and put the phone to your ear.

"Hello?" You walked further away from Xiao's room so you wouldn't have to whisper, sitting on the living room armchair and squinting your eyes at the lamp you turned on.

"Y/N, I just got home and you're not here! What's going on?!" Your mothers voice was heard on the other line, your eyes shutting at the idea of her finding out you were at a boys house. She wasn't against the idea or you having a boyfriend, she was against the idea of you being at a boys house.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I fell asleep at a friend's house and, literally, just woke up." You told her the truth, only needing to conceal which friend it was. She didn't know many of your friends, so that wouldn't be an issue. "And they said they'd drop me off in the morning, it's okay."

"You couldn't think of calling me? Or, at least, sending a text?" She sighed, mumbling some things along the lines of 'fell asleep at a friend's house' to your father. "It wasn't a boy, was it?"

"No! Of course not. I'm not that reckless." You lied, cursing at yourself mentally for lying to your parents. You didn't have that sort of relationship, but if your father found out, he wouldn't be very happy, and you knew he'd make a big deal out of it. "I'm about to go to sleep again, so," you fake yawned, "night, guys."

"Goodnight, Y/N. Don't be late to class tomorrow." Your mother said, ending the call shortly after. You sighed and looked at the time, wondering why your parents were only getting home now. It was 4am, and you were starting to worry that you weren't tired enough to fall asleep.

Texting Hu Tao the situation, she agreed to cover for you if your parents asked who you stayed with. Hu Tao lived in a small apartment, but your parents didn't have to know just how small it was. You couldn't rely on Xiangling, since she lived in the dorms, and she would snitch to your parents anyway.

You put your phone away in your bag and went back to the room, putting your bag on the desk again and getting under the covers. Even with the summer coming up, you'd think it was warm in the apartment, but it was cold. Perhaps he liked it that way, or the sun wasn't hitting his home, but it gave you a reason to snuggle close to Xiao, so you couldn't complain.

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"Have a coffee," Xiao placed a hot cup of coffee in front of you, sitting next to you in the lecture hall and sipping his own hot drink. "Saved yourself some time by showering at mine, didn't you?"

"Let's not talk about that while we're here," you picked up the drink and took a small sip. It was a latte, not something you'd usually order, but it wasn't the worst in the world. "Thanks for the coffee."

Xiao nodded, taking a textbook out and opening a page, reading it like it was a regular book. This was probably why he was so smart, he didn't have time for leisurely activities when he was trying so hard to study. Or, perhaps, this was his leisurely activity.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Hu Tao come up to you with a cheeky grin on her face. You looked at her, knowing her intentions, and rolled your eyes, laying your head down on the table. Xiao furrowed his brows at you, looking from you to Hu Tao.

"So, what happened last night?" Hu Tao giggled and sat in front of you, turning her body around so she could look at you. After you had rejected the idea of liking Xiao, being seen with him by Hu Tao was the last thing you wanted. "You're not gonna leave me hanging, are you?"

"What is she talking about?" Xiao nudged your shoulder, tilting his head and waiting for you to answer. "What happened last night?"

"Nothing happened, I just asked her for a favor, that's all." You shrugged. Xiao narrowed his eyes at you, then looked at Hu Tao.

"Her parents called, asking where she was. So, being the great friend that I am, agreed to hypothetically let her stay at mine last night." Hu Tao explained, and you nodded. Xiao frowned and looked at you.

"You didn't think that calling Hu Tao would result in the whole school knowing?" He rested his chin on the palm of his hand and smiled at you. "How do you think everyone knows about my crush on you?"

"Everyone will think you're dating by the end of the week," Hu Tao giggled. You glared at her, not knowing if she was joking or not. You weren't dating Xiao, and it would be a big issue if everyone believed that you were. "No, don't worry, I won't tell anyone you spent the night together."

"I only fell asleep there," you clarified. Hu Tao didn't believe you, not after you had confessed to sort of liking him in front of her. She didn't know that you confessed to his sleeping face, though, and if she knew, it would all end very badly. "And Xiao helped me with revision. Right, Xiao?"

"Uh, yeah." Xiao played along, looking at Hu Tao with his usual expressionless face. Hu Tao shrugged and left the two of you to continue studying, going to her own classes instead. "Now that that's over, how do you feel about an actual study session next week?"

"I don't feel like studying," you slumped over the table and pressed your cheek to the cold table. You were a bit hot, since there was a sudden heatwave, and you drank the hot latte, so the cold table was your best friend at the moment. "I think I'm going to take a break for a little bit."

"You can't do that," Xiao reminded you. "Exams are in a few weeks. Also," he leaned closer to your ear and whispered, "I'll touch the places you want me to touch so much."

His slender finger drew circles on your thigh, and you bit the inside of your cheek when you felt shivers up your spine from his touch. It felt good when he touched you, and you did want him to touch other places too. He knew you so well just by studying you, it turned you on.

"Okay," you whispered, then sat up and cleared your throat, looking away from Xiao's slightly smirking face. "I'll come over next weekend, don't forget."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Xiao chuckled and took your hand, pressing his lips to your knuckles and watching as your face lit up. You looked around the lecture hall, hoping no one saw, then looked back at Xiao and watched as he packed up and left to sit elsewhere. "I'll see you later."

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Mine

Xiao carves his name into your thigh.

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Dom!xiao X fem!reader

Warnings: self harm, knife play, unprotected sex, possessiveness, paranoid personality disorser, jealousy, toxicity

I published this ages ago, but thought that maybe it was a little too sensitive so I deleted it.

Here it is again, read with caution, I'm trying to distract people from the fact that I haven't written the next part of the xiao fanfic yet LMAO <33

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You watched as Xiao ominously walked into the kitchen, closing the door behind him and making sure it was locked. You found it weird, but he would confront you this way a lot more often than his therapist knows about. You stopped working on your report from work and averted your full attention to your paranoid boyfriend.

“Where did you go las ast weekend?” Xiao took a chair and sat down, facing you with darker eyes than usual. His hair was damp, so he was clearly fresh out of the shower, and the dark long sleeves tell you why he was in there longer than usual.

“Xiao, I told you multiple times now, I was out of town to do a project.” You repeated the same lines you’ve been telling him for weeks now, but to no avail. The condition he suffers from results in him only ever believing himself, meaning that you could not tell him he was wrong without him throwing a fit. “I even wrote it on the fridge, look.”

“Why didn’t you call me? You were with that coworker of yours again, weren’t you? I know you were, he tried calling you all day today.” Xiao placed your phone on the desk and it displayed the name ‘Kazuha’ and multiple missed calls from him. You knew your phone was with Xiao all day, but you didn’t ask for it back in case he threw another tantrum.

“Kazuha is the new recruit that was assigned to me, so of course he would call me.You know that, Xiao.” You closed your laptop and set it aside, crossing your arms across your chest and observing Xiao in his baggy closed and damp hair. He looks adorable, especially since there was still some make up residue from when he was practicing in the living room. “What is it that you want? I have a lot of work to do, if you need anything you’d better ask me now.”

“I want this coworker of yours to disappear. I know he has other intentions, text him and tell him to never call you again.” Xiao handed you the phone back, but quickly retracted his arm as you were about to grab your phone. You looked at him as he contemplated his next moves, only to see him smash your phone against the hardwood floor.

You sighed and watched all the pieces of your new phone fly everywhere, Xiao’s unpredicted strength caught you off-guard, sure, but his outburst didn’t. You’ve been dating him for so long, it was almost the new normal for you.

“You’re not a kid anymore, Xiao, let’s not do this.” You stood up to pick up all your phone pieces, but Xiao was already in front of you and blocked you from making another move. Part of you knew where this was going, another part wanted to see how it played out anyway.

“I don’t want you to have a phone.” Xiao said and trapped you between himself and the table with his arms. You shook your head and poked Xiao’s cheek, explaining to him that you need your phone in order to continue working. “You don’t need to work, you need to stay here with me.”

“I’m already here with you most of the time, it’s only a few hours a day. I work so I can earn money to support us.” You explained, but it didn’t work as well as it did before. It was as if he was burning a whole other thought into his mind. “Let’s get ready for bed, how about it?”

“No. We’re not going to sleep.” Xiao reached out behind you to grab something, and you were worried as to what it might be because of how quiet he went. “You don’t love me, but it’s okay, you don’t have to love me. As long as you stay with me it’ll be fine.”

“What are you doing?” You stared at Xiao, waiting for his next moves. He picked something behind you, you heard a dragging noise before he raised his arm and smashed a glass on the table. One has to have a crazy amount of strength to do that. You looked down and saw the smashed glass everywhere, and he was gripping a shard of it in his hand. There was blood everywhere, but Xiao looked completely unphased. “Your hand!”

Xiao dropped the glass shard and cupped your face with the same hand which made you look at him and notice his worried state. You placed a hand over his and also cupped his face, bringing him closer to peck his lips. For Xiao, it was unusual for you to initiate any sort of first move, so he was more than surprised.

“Do you love me?” He asked, his voice low and groggy, as if he just woke up. You gave him another kiss and nodded.

“Of course I love you. But you didn’t have to break a glass to ask me that.” You took his hand and showed him how blood was seeping through it, some glass shards still left in the cut. “We need to clean this up, you know hurting yourself is bad.”

“I don’t care.” Xiao ripped his hand away and placed it on your waist, bringing you closer and kissing you roughly, taking you by surprise to say the least. The blood was dripping down on both your clothes, but what irked you most is that his blood was smudged all over your cheek.

Xiao moved his hand down to your stomach, lifting your shirt over your head and revealing you in your bra. He sat you on the table and moved everything out the way so he could lay you down. He unhooked your bra, throwing it to the side and grabbing a handful of your breast in his hand, massaging it as he used his tongue to suck on the other one. He lowered his hand down to your trousers, slipping them off along with your panties. You were now completely naked. His hand went down to your core, but you stopped him before he could do anything.

“Your hands are dirty.” You said, which made him stop and look at you with a dark look. He didn’t care whether his hands were dirty or not, he would fuck you with them anyway, but evidently you didn’t want the bloody mess in you. With another long look, he didn’t break eye contact until his head was between your legs. Using both his hands, he harshly pulled your legs further apart and pushed his tongue into you without much warning. He messed around with your clit, keeping the same eye contact as before.

You couldn’t take it much longer, trying to close the gap between your legs didn’t go well with Xiao stimulating you. You came with a loud and pleasurable moan, breathing heavily as you tried to compose yourself, but Xiao wasn’t done. He continued thrusting into you with his tongue, making your overly sensitive spot even more of a red zone with Xiao sucking and licking as if it’s the last time he’ll ever see you.

“Xiao!” You covered your mouth with your arm after screaming his name so loudly, you hoped none of the neighbors heard you. Xiao, however, was hard to please. Even after you went through two orgasms and a hot make out session, Xiao needed more from you. He required your love all night, you knew this when you agreed to date him. He was hard to please, especially during sex. Xiao took a glass shard and showed you it, and how it already began sinking into his bruised skin.

“I want you to carve your name into me.” He extended his arm in an attempt to hand you the shard, but you knocked it out of him and glared at his golden eyes.

“Are you insane? Another word about this stupid glass and you’ll be sleeping in the living room.” You hissed at him, but he didn’t look happy at all. He stepped back towards the kitchen counter to get something else, while also washing his hands to get rid of the blood.

It was a bit awkward for you since you were laying naked on the kitchen table, completely overstimulated, and the man that caused all this is now washing his hands and looking as if he’ll be preparing himself a meal. Wrapping a bandage around his cut, he grabbed a dagger from one of the drawers and did a few cool tricks with it that you never knew about. You looked at him, and at the same time he looked back at you and smirked.

“I’ll make sure you never forget who you belong to.” He said ominously, walking over to your quivering body and placing a hand on your stomach so you didn’t move.

“Xiao, what are you doing?” You got a bit worried he was going to hurt himself, but instead he grabbed your thigh and placed it between his legs, keeping it in place. “Don’t tell me you’re going to cut me?!”

“Can I?” He looked at you, obviously not wanting to cause you any pain, but wanting to do something with that dagger. “It won’t hurt, I promise.”

You didn’t hate this idea, you were actually turned on by the thought of him carving something into your skin permanently. Only issue is that you’re worried about how much it’ll hurt, and how he was going to ease it. But you trusted his judgment, you wanted to stay with him forever after all.

“Fine.” You tried to relax on the kitchen table, taking Xiao’s hand and holding it firmly to try and ease out the pain, but Xiao took his hand away. You looked at him, and before he started carving, he gave you a kiss on the lips, a small smile evident on his face.

Using his free hand, he moved down to your dripping core, massaging it a bit before slipping two fingers in. Your eyes widen, now realizing what he meant by it not hurting. With his sensual and hard pumping, you barely felt the pain of your skin being pierced with a dagger.

Of course it hurt, there was no denying it, but his fingers did such a great job at pumping into you like that, you couldn’t focus on two things at once and got into the pleasure rather than the pain. And frankly, before you knew it, Xiao was done carving his message into your thigh and got into a better position to start pumping faster.

You groaned when you felt your release, such a blissful feeling to be pleasured by your significant other to say the least, but what made it better was when Xiao replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock. He threw your legs over his shoulders and held onto your hips, with each thrust he also pushed you towards himself, which was enough to send you over the edge.

Xiao then leaned down and bit your collarbone, making you have a feel of his vampire teeth that you always praised so much. He didn’t bite hard enough to pierce your skin, but hard enough to leave a bruise for a few days. Not too long after, Xiao sloppily finished inside of you and slumped over your body, giving you kisses everywhere like he always does after sex. You whined when he pulled out, you sort of wanted to continue, but the blood on your thigh told you that it’ll be a while before you could do this again.

“Help me up.” You reached out your hand so Xiao could grab it and pull you up, seeing as he had already fixed his pants and didn’t look like he just carved his name into your thigh and railed you senseless on the kitchen table. Xiao helped you sit up, looking over your bruised body covered with his bites, kisses, blood and cum. Everything on you belonged to him, he made sure of that.

“Now, you’ll always be mine.”

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I'm not able to shorten posts, because it's too much work and I'm not willing to put in work when it's already difficult to use this app lol

Instead, in your dashboard preferences, there's an option to shorten long posts, and it should be switched on automatically. My posts are always short, on mobile & on laptop, I've never had any issues. Sorry but there's not much I can do, and not much I want to do either.

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[tenhoei]

Pure

You bring up having kids with Itto and he reacts interestingly.

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Dom!itto x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, masterbation, finger fucking, stretching kink, breeding, blood

This is over 6k words and it took me like 2-3 weeks to write, I couldn't let my hard work go to waste so I'm finally posting it lol

I posted this on ao3 and accidentally deleted the whole thing and that honestly took a lot from me, I hate that website but the stuff there is so interesting sometimes hehe

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You were eating dinner with your husband for the first time in weeks, enjoying the evening together by catching up and discussing recent events in Inazuma. The Arataki Gang had been getting into more trouble as time went on, but at the same time, they helped people as much as they could, so there were no real winners in the end.

But, before all that, you proposed the idea of having kids to Itto just before you had to go to Liyue for some international business. You've been back for a few days, and it was as if the conversation never happened all those weeks ago.

"Can you stand up real quick?" Itto uttered, his chopsticks near his lips as he looked at your kimono. You frowned and looked down to see if there was anything wrong with it, but it seemed fine to you. "I just want to see something."

"Why?"

"It'll only take a second. Come on, stand up." Itto also stood up, holding out his hand so you could get up from sitting on your knees. You took his hand and were lifted up with ease. You stood in front of each other, you staring up at his face to try and figure out what he wanted to do, and him staring down at your abdomen.

He stretched out his hand as if trying to measure something with it, middle finger and thumb the widest apart, and placed them vertically across your abdomen. You were completely flabbergasted. What was he doing? Did you leaving Inazuma mess with him, mentally?

He pulled away, unsatisfied, and motioned for you to sit down again, helping you down by letting you use his hand. He went and sat across from you again, chowing down on his vegetables as if nothing happened.

"What was that?" You asked, sipping on some tea while eyeing your husband, who seemed to have lost his marbles, though he always acted unpredictably. Itto looked up and swallowed his food, shaking his head and grinning.

"Don't worry about it, I was just curious… about something." He poured you some more tea, and himself some sake. He drank it as if it was hard liquor, and continued eating his food in silence. Perhaps he needed hard liquor, but you didn't want to encourage drinking tonight.

The rest of the evening he was quiet, as if in thought, only speaking when you asked him a question. It was irritating because he told you not to worry, but if he was so consumed in whatever it was he kept thinking about to the point where he barely even spoke like he usually did, you had the right to know what was going on.

"Itto, what are you thinking about?" You asked him once again, clinging onto his arm as the two of you walked down a quiet path back home. Itto looked down at you and smiled.

"Thinking about you, of course." He answered simply. Okay, the answer was innocent enough. But it wasn't good enough for you.

"What were you thinking about at the restaurant?" You asked more directly. Itto shrugged and ignored your question. There it was! You couldn't help but smile a little when he was at a loss for words. "Come on, tell me."

"T'was nothin'." Itto slurred his words, something he did only when he had something to hide. He was either embarrassed about it or didn't want you to know about it. "Don't worry 'bout it…"

"You're really bad at lying, Itto." You noticed you weren't far from your house, stumbling across the familiar woods that lit up at light. You wanted to stay out in the moonlight just a little longer, and Itto knew how much you liked being out at night so he stopped to sit on a nearby fallen tree. "I'm your wife, I know you. And I can tell something is on your mind."

"I was wondering how my dick is gonna fit in you." Itto blatantly said, looking you straight in the eye. He was standing in front of you while you were sitting on the tree. Granted, Itto was significantly taller and larger than you, but it felt as if he grew in size once you looked up to him and realized what he said. "You wanted to know what was on my mind: I told you."

Itto sighed and got on his knees on the grass, though most of it was mud, and wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you closely while you stayed shocked. He lifted his gaze to meet yours, but you couldn't face him properly.

"I've never thought about you this way before, but after you brought up having kids I couldn't stop thinking about it." He confessed, his eyes glowing in the moonlight beautifully. "You were gone for so long, and every time I thought of you, it…"

His hold on you grew tighter when he tried to speak. You didn't understand why it was so difficult for him to speak about having kids, perhaps it was a story he read, or a story he heard. Having kids seemed natural to you, and was the next big step for you. You've always wanted them. He was probably thinking other, dirtier, thoughts.

"It hurt when you weren't here, but you're here now, and I want it so much." Itto straightened his back so he could reach up to peck your lips. The peck turned into a kiss when he tilted his head and ran his tongue along your bottom lip. The gesture made you blush and you raised your hands up to push him away and cover your red face. "See? You're so pure, I can't do this to you."

"Do what?" You were curious, even if you were hiding from him. You'd think that after being married for so long, you wouldn't be embarrassed around your husband anymore, but you didn't want him to ever see your flaws.

"Dirty you." Itto pulled your hands away from your face and put them on him shoulders. His red lips were also shining in the moonlight, and you noticed now how much you didn't worship your husband. He was very handsome, and you probably took that for granted when you got married. He was yours, you had nothing to worry about, but people still swooned over him. "I don't want to ruin you."

"It's only dirty if you make it dirty…" you mumbled and traced a finger down the tattoos on his face, his neck, and down to his torso. You never knew where his tattoos ended, you always thought it was at his waist, but perhaps they were lower.

Itto stared at your face while you concentrated on touching his tattoos, your features not changing one bit, but your eyes traced down his body slowly. He didn't think you could get more beautiful, but here you were, simply sitting, looking, admiring.

His eyes glistened with lust and want, hands sliding down to your waist, and behind your back to untie the colorful obi that kept your kimono in place. You felt the sash loosen and instinctively put your hands over Itto's, who you realized was beginning to undress you. He continued, even with your hands holding his down, he was stronger than you anyway.

He folded the obi gently and placed it on the log that you sat on. Itto knew how much you hated having dirty clothes, and how much respect you had for the hard working hands that crafted your expensive clothes, so he made sure to be gentle with everything that is you.

He continued to carefully unlayer the garments that covered your body perfectly. You spent a good while in the morning covering yourself up in the beautiful blue and green kimono, you gave everyone in your estate the week off when you got back just so you could settle in more comfortably.

You were so focused on the thrill of Itto undressing you, that you barely noticed how you were still outside, not even in the gardens on your estate, you were in the wild. When the realization hit you, you tapped on Itto's hands while looking around as if you saw something – you didn't.

"What if someone sees? We should head home." You whispered, dipping your head low enough so he could hear, but instead of listening to you, Itto caught your lips in a passionate kiss, his hand cupping your cheek and deepening it while making sure you didn't pull away.

As much as you wanted to be intimate in the comfort of your own home, you didn't deny that the excitement of being in the wild was electrifying, and you found yourself relaxing into his touch.

Unwrapping your clothes like a gift, Itto let them hang over your shoulders as he finally put his large hands on your skin. The weather was hot, so all you wore under your kimono were simple undergarments. When the breeze hit your naked body, you let out a shiver, but it was soon gone when the summer air washed over you.

Itto pulled away from the kiss and looked down at your body, scanning over it like a fine piece of artwork. His hands trailed every nook and cranny, under every rib, under your breasts, eventually the round of your nipple too. Itto was quite surprised that you let him touch you this way, considering you had never let him into the same room as you while wearing anything less than a kimono or something similar.

"I can't believe it took me so long to see you like this," Itto sighed, leaning into you and kissing your stomach, trailing his kisses up to reach your neck, where he sucked on your slightly sakura scented skin to leave a hickey. "Where was I all this time…"

"I was waiting for you to ask me," you mumbled, your hands resting in his hair. Your fingers traced his red horns, making him shake his head and looked at you with pleading eyes.

"If you do that…" Itto couldn't finish his sentence, instead dipping his head lower to your undergarments. Your eyes widened for a second, realizing what he was going to do. His fingers traced the waistband of the thin clothing, looking up at your flushed face, which you were now covering with your sleeve. He was asking for you to move so he could take them off.

"I'll…" you looked behind you, noticing now that the log wasn't nearly big enough for you to move on in the first place. Not to mention, you were uncomfortable. "I'll fall."

Itto understood your complaint and got up, taking his long cape/jacket (??) off and laying it down on the floor. He then scooped you up and gently put you down on the surprisingly warm and soft material. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you looked at Itto as he tried to make you as comfortable as possible.

"It'll get dirty." You protested, but Itto ignored you and bent down to pull your thin undergarments down, now wet with your slick. You gasped and fell back, covering your face with your hands, your legs squeezing shut. Your heart was racing from the new experience, but also from embarrassment.

Your husband ran his hands up and down your thigh, as if to reassure you. One hand slipped between your legs and slowly went down to your throbbing core, sending sparks through your whole body. His fingers played with your sensitive clit for a few seconds before you bucked your hips up subconsciously, and he took that as an invitation to continue further.

With a smirk on his face, he peeled your legs apart, despite your sheepish squeals. He, once again, used his strength to overpower you. Your hands were still on your face, protecting you from Itto and the remarks he would make if he saw you so weak before him.

"Look at me." Itto said, the vibrations of his voice at your core now in your bones, and sending shivers up your spine. You refused to listen to him, hoping he would continue without the eye contact, but Itto didn't do anything until you pulled your hands away from your eyes and looked down to meet his. "Was that so hard?"

You shook your head, yes. Itto chuckled and took one of your hands to hold in his, your hands trembling and hot, while his were calm and cool. He wasn't satisfied with how your body was responding to him, but at the same time he loved how you were so wet and ready for him. He didn't know if it was because you were nervous, scared, unwilling or everything all at once.

"Should I stop?" He whispered and looked at you with cute puppy eyes, ones you knew you couldn't resist. Not that you needed to, anyway, you wanted him to continue. You just didn't want to drag it out for too long, to the point where you knew you would have to start worrying about being outside. You'd think that the fact that you weren't at home would speed things up, but Itto wanted this moment to last forever.

You cupped his face with both your shaky, sweaty hands and pulled him up to kiss him, confirming once and for all that this is exactly what you wanted, even if you were shaking and crying. Itto smiled into the kiss and sighed, as if in relief, quickly pecking your lips once more before dipping down between your legs, each hand holding a thigh to keep you nice and open for him.

You rested your head on his cape and sighed when you felt his breath fan over your wet core, wanting to close your legs for friction but Itto didn't let you. You felt his tongue go over your clit, and it sent pleasurable waves through your whole body. When his licking continued, you silently enjoyed the moment while your hand started roaming in his fluffy hair.

Your thumb hovered over the sharp tip of his red horn, feeling it scratching into the pad of your finger. Itto's tongue suddenly prodded at your entrance, the feeling making you thrust your hips into his mouth, his tongue slithering in you effortlessly. The action made you quietly let out a moan, surprising Itto more than it did you.

There was a familiar pressure in your stomach, building up from the stimulation Itto was giving you. His tongue left your entrance, and instead he concentrated solely on your clit, licking and sucking on it as if his life depended on it. He was eating you out like you were his last meal.

Your thumb dug into Itto's horn, while your other hand covered your mouth, the pressure in your stomach was so good, you wanted it to last forever, but you also wanted to come. With a dry throat, and too weak of a voice, you tried to tell Itto that you were close, but you couldn't. Instead, you came as if without warning, breathing heavily and savoring the moment of riding your high.

You noticed now that there was something running down your arm, as if a liquid, and your eyes shot open quickly to see what it was. Rolling the kimono sleeve down, you noticed you had punctured your thumb on Itto's horn, and blood was now staining your sleeve and your skin.

"Y/N, what did you do?" Itto took your hand and looked at the blood that didn't stop flowing out of your thumb. It was bright red, matching his tattoos and his horns. It didn't hurt, probably because of the adrenaline, instead it felt somewhat pleasurable.

You looked at Itto, a worried expression lingered on his face as he continued to examine your hand. His chin was covered in your arousal, your come dripping down his neck. It was such a gorgeous sight, you couldn't help but feel the throb between your legs again.

Pulling your hand away and wiggling the sleeve back down, you used it to wipe Itto's face and smile at him, shaking your head and trying to explain to him that it was okay, forgetting about the cleanliness of your clothes. He relaxed into your warm hand, but took it again only to lick the blood away. A few seconds later, the puncture wound stopped bleeding.

"Are you thirsty?" Itto asked, and before you could nod, he turned away and got something from before him, turning around again and opening the wooden bottle, he brought it up to your lips and let you drink the cold and refreshing water. At that moment, the water he gave you was the most delicious drink you've ever had.

"Thank you," you cleared your throat. "Where did you get that from?"

"You're always telling me to drink more water," Itto shrugged and gave you a toothy grin. "Does your thumb hurt? We should go home and put ointment on it," he examined your finger. "I only gave you temporary relief."

"I'm fine," you frowned and pulled your hand away from him before he made it into a big deal. You didn't want to leave, you wanted to stay on the ground with him until both your bodies gave out. "I want more."

"You want what?" Itto looked at you, occasionally glancing down at the hand you were hiding, acting as if you weren't lying in front of him almost completely naked, a smile playing on the corners of his mouth. "I didn't hear you."

You clenched your jaw and glared at your husband as he giggled to himself at your shy nature. You were not going to repeat yourself for him.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm barely getting started anyway." He leaned down to plant a kiss on your stomach, one of his hands gently taking your uninjured arms and pulling it to your entrance. You didn't know what he was doing. "Use your hands for me, love."

"What?" You looked at him and watched as he left sweet kisses on your knuckles. He took your middle finger and kissed the pad on it, looking at you. "Itto…"

"Play with yourself, use your little fingers and make yourself come." He guided your finger to your pussy, using it to collect your slick and rub over your clit. You swallowed and felt your mouth dry up again. You've never gone as far as putting your finger in. You were too scared to, hoping Itto would do it himself.

"Why can't you?" Your voice almost cracked, realization hitting you in the face. You were scared, but you wanted this. After all, this is what it took to start a family. Perhaps even more, if it's Itto.

"My fingers are too big," he explained and compared your digits to his and sure enough, your hands were much smaller. "You'll have to loosen yourself up before I can do it for you."

"I'm scared, Itto." You whispered and dropped your head on his cape again. Itto's other hand was caressing your thigh gently.

"We can stop." He gently murmured and kissed your knuckles again. "We can stop whenever you want, just say the word," he kissed your thigh, "and I'll take you home and draw you a nice bath."

"Like… a safeword?" Your cheeks flushed at the thought of having such a word with Itto, but it was the most natural thing and it's weird enough that it took the two of you so long to get here. "How about… onikabuto?"

Itto's head immediately shot up to look at you once you said the infamous words in your household. It was almost unhealthy how obsessed Itto was with those bugs.

"You hate when I bring them up." He raised a brow. You rolled your eyes.

"I also hate when you stall." You couldn't help the mean tone that you spoke with, immediately wrapping a hand around your mouth and looking at your husband, who stayed silent but with a smirk on his face.

"Okay, but I'll be slow," he explained and took control of your finger once again. It brushed over your entrance, and slowly you felt as Itto pushed your middle finger in you. It hurt and you wanted to pull away, but he didn't let you. Instead, he kept your finger in place while his eyes looked over you. "Just like that, love. You did so well."

When he started moving your finger, you found that the pain didn't exactly go away but instead felt… good? You were never a masochist, but you found that you enjoyed it when you were in pain. The prick on your finger didn't hurt because it felt so good, you enjoyed the way it hurt. Opening your eyes and looking at Itto, you found him looking back at you.

"Can you do it yourself?" He asked and you nodded almost immediately. Not only did the idea of Itto watching you make you excited, but you also enjoyed the way you were fingering yourself, it was a newfound pleasure. His hand left yours, and instead he sat back and watched you work your second orgasm up. You added another finger, loving the feeling of your fingers in you, working slowly and exactly how you could handle it.

Itto was more than surprised to see you add another finger to your hole, he thought he would have to do it himself. You would be ready for him before you knew it if he kept looking at you so sensually. His eyes turned dark as they traveled up your body to meet yours, him finally noticing that the stimulation you were giving yourself wasn't enough. But that was the least of your worries when you saw his unfamiliar expression. You stopped your movements and raised your head to look at him better.

"Is everything—"

"Don't stop," Itto cut you off and started pumping your fingers for you. "Who said you can stop?"

Only he went deeper, and much faster, while not looking away from your eyes. His sudden change in attitude had you both turned on and worried since he never used such a tone with you, but you didn't want to worry because it was just so attractive.

Your back was arching for the right position, hips moving for the right bundle of nerves to be hit, but nothing was working because Itto kept on slowing and speeding, changing and moving as soon as you felt that you were near.

You felt the tips of his fingers also prod at your entrance. If it weren't for his teasing and your hips moving around so much, his fingers would have easily slipped in. Except that they did. Itto put two of his digits in you, combined with two of yours, your eyes went rolling back when his other hand kept yours fingers in place.

"T-too much…" you tried to choke out more coherently, but your throat had become dry again. It felt good, but it was all too filling. You had started getting used to the four digits that were stretching you so much, until Itto grabbed your hand and pulled it out of you. There was a moment of relief, but that went away when his mouth found your clit and his fingers started pumping in and out of you at an insane speed. "I'm c-coming!"

You squeezed your legs over his head as soon as you came, him releasing a growl when your thighs hit his head. He pulled his fingers out of you and pushed your legs apart so he could see you, one hand slowly circling your clit to calm you down, while the other was in his mouth, him sucking the two fingers that were in you.

"Did you like that?" He asked genuinely, brows furrowed and eyes low as if waiting to embarrass you. But you didn't care. You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, panting heavily and watching your come drip down his arm. "I felt you clench around my fingers when I stretched you out," he smirked and picked you up to sit on his thigh. "I can't wait to feel that around my cock."

You took a deep breath when he pushed you down on his hard-on, covered by his baggy pants. You never even noticed it was there. Itto's eyes were bright yellow, pupils now wide and staring at you with anything but affection. Or perhaps it was affection and lust. But, regardless, you married an oni, you knew what you were getting yourself into.

Your fingers traced his tattoos once again, looking at his pretty golden eyes that only ever came out every once in a while. You didn't know the pattern of their appearance, but he never let you see his oni eyes before, yet he was beautiful.

"Sit on me." Itto spoke, distracting you right before you wanted to give him a kiss. You tried to register what he said, your hand going down his chest and accidentally landing on something hot and slightly wet. You immediately looked down and gasped when you saw his cock standing upright, leaking with his own arousal. "Ride me, love, while I'm still letting you."

"O-okay." You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, gripping on the harnesses that he still wore. You used one hand to align him at your entrance, feeling how hot and pulsating he was just from the slight touch of your fingers. He signed and tightened his grip on your waist when you brushed against him.

"Do you think you'll fit?" He breathed out a smirk as he leaned closer to kiss your neck. You raised your head to nod at him. You were determined to have him in you. "Oh, yeah? All right."

You felt that his tip was at your entrance, so you took a deep breath and had both your arms around Itto's again, slowly descending onto him while looking down. You felt that it wasn't working very well, so your fingers went on his thickness again to help you out. Before you knew it, you popped into him with almost complete ease, and a squeak left your lips at the stretch. Itto hummed to himself, throwing his head back for a second before raising it to look at you again.

"Almost there," he said and brought your body closer to his so your chests were touching. The position arched your back and made you slide down on him even more, causing you to moan into Itto's mouth. You looked at his amber eyes with your glistening ones, the tears stinging the corners of your eyes made you look that much more majestic. "You're- ah… tighter than I thought."

He chuckled to himself and licked your bottom lip, pulling them into a sloppy kiss. You sighed into his mouth when you pushed yourself down even further, wanting to look down and see where your bodies connected, but kissing your husband seemed just as good. With a final push down, your breath hitched when you finally sat completely on Itto, trying to get used to his filling cock in you as well as his sweating body in front of you.

His lips left small kisses over your chest, arms hugging you close. His teeth grazed your hardened nipple, sending electricity through your whole body and causing you to cup your husband's face. He let go of your nipple and looked up at you, kissing your chin and admiring the work of art before him.

There was sweat dripping down your body, your chest was red with his marks and bites, evidence of your natural body's reaction from having an orgasm, nipples hardened and also bitten, your head was up and your eyes were closed, savoring every moment of your walls hugging Itto's cock so well. And when he looked down, he saw how he was poking out from your stomach. It was so hot. He was completely infatuated by you

As much as he wanted to admire you longer, and possibly leave even more marks for everyone to see, he wanted to watch you bounce on him more. He gripped your hips and quickly picked you up and dropped you down, letting himself sigh loudly at the feeling of your walls clasping around his dick. A loud moan was heard from you, too, and it didn't help Itto's case. If you let out anymore of those noises, you wouldn't have to bounce anymore; he could come just from listening to your cute and sensual noises

"Move." He almost begged, but didn't want to give you the satisfaction of knowing he was capable of doing that. If it was you, he would get on his knees and follow you around like a puppy. He looked up to you and treated you like a goddess, and now you were completely his.

You listened to him and got comfortable, spreading your legs more and noticing you could take more of him in that way, the action making you whimper, clawing at Itto's shoulders. He put an arm behind him to support himself, while the other brushed over the bump on your stomach that he caused. He was so proud of his work.

Slowly, you slid both your hands on Itto's chest and started to lift yourself, then go down on him again. You repeated a few times to get used to him, speeding up when you felt that you wanted more. His hand on your stomach felt good every time he went in and out of you, so you looked down and saw the bump appearing and disappearing with each thrust.

"I didn't—" you swallowed and sat on him again. "I didn't know that was– ah– p-possible." Your nails practically dug into Itto's chest when he pushed the bump. You hopped a few times when he did so, rolling your eyes back as you started grinding on his pelvis too. "So good… so-"

You couldn't finish speaking when you reached your orgasm again, collapsing completely on your husband and then feeling something warm fill you up to the brim. The feeling was weird, but in a good way. Looking up at Itto, since he barely said anything, you noticed him breathing heavily with his head tilted back. He came in you.

You looked down and sat up a little, barely any strength left, lifting yourself and seeing the white cum around his dick, but also starting to pool out. Itto was caught staring at you as you examined his orgasm, lovestruck to say the least. He put your head on his chest, and you listened to his fastened heartbeat while you tried to catch your breath. Itto brushed your hair lovingly and kissed your forehead. You looked up at him and cleared your throat before speaking.

"I can't—" you tried to tell him that you were too tired to do anything, but your throat tightened when you spoke. Instead you shook your head and kissed his chest as an apology.

Itto picked you up, suddenly throbbing in you again, and gently put you down on his cape again. It was weird because you felt him so limp inside of you, but now it was as if nothing happened and he was poking your insides again. You relaxed and closed your eyes, suddenly loving the firm ground and wanting nothing but to fall asleep on it. You felt as Itto pulled out of you, and you whined, opening your eyes, searching for the reason he pulled out.

He brought the water up to your lips again, and you drank it up quickly, leaving almost nothing in the bottle, feeling the liquid soften your throat already. When you finished drinking, Itto took a few sips of water himself, looking at you while he drank. From the hair that stuck to your forehead due to sweating profusely, to your bruised pussy that he painted white.

Putting the bottle away, Itto returned to you to give you a loving kiss and run his finger along your cunt, picking up his cum and pushing it in you softly, not going too far so he could fuck you all over again. You wanted to close your legs, but Itto was planted between them so you couldn't.

"Can you get on your hands and knees for me?" He asked softly while kissing your cheek. You weakly nodded, trying to get up, but you could barely feel your knees after jumping on him before. "Should I use you instead? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You saw the smirk on Itto's face and knew that causing you pain is just what he wanted to do, even if he wouldn't admit it. Lucky for him, you seemed to enjoy the pain he gave you. You pulled him down and licked his bottom lip, kissing him afterwards, then going down to leave bite marks on his jawline and then his collarbone.

"I want you to fuck me." You whispered in his ear, kissing his neck and sucking on the tender skin. He whimpered when you sucked on a specific spot, hands gripping your hips and bruising them as you continued to leave purple and red marks all over his chest.

"Remember the safeword?" He reminded you, but you ignored him by touching his cock with your hand, finding courage to wrap your fingers around him and gently stroke him up and down. He harshly pushed your hands away and made you look at him by gripping your face with force. He didn't look as happy as he did a few seconds ago. "The safeword, Y/N, do you remember it? I don't wanna hurt you more than I already will."

"Onikabuto." You told him, managing to speak through the firm grip he had your face in. He nodded and let you go, giving you a soft kiss. He put your head down as if you were made of glass and picked up your hips so he could bury himself into you once again, all in one short swoop, his cock was deep inside you and you couldn't handle how it stretched you out again, tears starting to stream down your face. His cum had spilled out of you and pooled on the cape.

Itto put his hand on your stomach again, the other held your thigh open for him. You loved it when he pushed on your stomach, it set off something brutal in you and it only caused you to near your nth orgasm of the night. You'd think you would start asking Itto to hurry, but you didn't want it to stop.

And so, Itto began thrusting into you at a speed he didn't do before. His hand had to leave your stomach, to your dismay, only to move to your sensitive clit, finding the right bundle of nerves by studying your expressions. They were his favorite. You couldn't keep your mouth closed, or manage to keep your eyes open properly anymore, you were a drooling, sloppy mess, completely in the hands of your husband at this point.

He didn't stop thrusting into you even after you had cried, screamed and scratched his hands to the point of bleeding. He didn't particularly enjoy watching you scream out every obscenity in the world and claw him so much that he knew it would hurt like a bitch later, but having your walls clench around him with every thrust and his name screamed out like you were praying to him did feel fucking amazing.

As long as you didn't utter the safeword, he was not going to stop.

He picked up his speed, now leaning on you, face to face, licking your bottom lip and sucking on your tongue while his hips aggressively met yours in sloppy, now slow but extreme, movements. He stuffed himself as deep in you as he possibly could, making sure that every bit of cum stayed in you. With a few more thrusts, and low grunts, he dropped his weight on you and you felt the welcome sensation filling you up once again. You were milking him as if you were made to do that, and he loved it.

"Y/N," Itto whispered and kissed your neck. "I want to…" he pulled himself up and stared down at your tear stained cheeks and glossy eyes. "I want to carry on…"

"I know, but," you pulled yourself up also, even if your muscles were shaking. "I'll pass out, Itto, it's only my first time."

"Me too." He pulled the back of your head towards him and kissed you passionately. You returned the kiss lovingly, but fell when your arms couldn't hold your weight anymore. You stared wide eyes at Itto, who just watched you hit your head on the ground from the fall, and couldn't help laughing. He grinned and pulled his cock out, letting some cum spill out of you reluctantly.

"Hopefully that's enough for a baby," Itto sighed. You noticed he was still hard, but there was nothing you could physically do without going limp. "But I could drill you like this for days."

"I'm sorry for ruining your cape." You mumbled. Itto shook his head and cleaned himself up first, then picked you up and loosely wrapped your kimono around you so you weren't naked anymore. He carried you in one arm, and your items in another, walking the short walk to your home. "Itto."

"Yes, love?" He looked up at you, his eyes now returning to his normal red color. They were just slightly yellow.

"That was really good." You admitted and kissed his forehead, stroking his hair gently and loving being in his arms again. "And your oni eyes are beautiful, I really do hope you stop hiding them from me."

"You saw them?!" Itto panicked, but you hushed him and kissed his cheek. Though, his eyes still stayed wide. "I didn't want you to see them, I didn't know they would come out."

"No, I love them, please don't hide them." Your hand brushed his face and admired the glistening puppy eyes that he wouldn't stop showing. The old Itto was back, he was now going to whine about something. "Are you hungry?"

"I am, I wish you could make me a katsu sandwich." He whined. He put you down on your bed and dropped your items elsewhere, getting on his knees and hugging your belly. "But I can't have you cook after what I've done."

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I'm too weak right now." You brushed his hair through your fingers and smiled at his childlike manner. He was cute, even if he was a large man. "Can you draw me a bath?"

"Of course, gorgeous, I'll bathe you and put you to bed." He got up to his feet almost immediately, collecting all the dirty clothes to put them in a laundry basket. You took your dirty kimono off and handed it to him, but he couldn't stop blushing at how you so effortlessly undressed in front of him. "And I'll, uh, I'll feed you some fruit, yes? You like fruit, I'll go get some now, just, wait here, I'll be back."

You giggled at his shy nature as he waddled away. Examining your body for the first time in proper light, you now saw just how stained and dirty you were. Not only from sweat, but from cum and mud from being on the floor. But that didn't matter when your husband took such great care of you.

[tenhoei]

Do you like me? ⟨⟨part 3⟩⟩

You asked the weird, creepy guy with a cool haircut to help you out.

Master list!

Dom!xiao X fem!reader

Warnings: n/a

Took a lot longer than expected, but it's finally here! Not proofread!! <33

Parts 1, 2, 3, 4

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{Xiao🖤 Liked the video you sent.}

It had now been half a day since Xiao liked the video. You were sitting at your desk and studying, writing down everything you can remember in your notebook, occasionally looking at your phone to see if he replied, but he didn't.

It made you angry, but the only thing that kept you calm was the idea that he was jerking off to your video. If it wasn't for that, you would have stormed over there by now and shouted at him. But then again, why would you do that?

Even if you were waiting for his proper reply, and even if you were slightly frustrated you weren't able to find a one night stand, you knew it was best to study for your exams. You had been falling behind a few classes and needed to catch up since going to uni again was the last thing you wanted to do.

On top of that, you couldn't relieve yourself with anyone anyway, no matter how hard you tried, or how hard they tried. It was stupid, but it was as if Xiao claimed your body and its ability to get horny around others. If only someone could swoop in and do the same, perhaps you'd be saved.

You shut your book and packed it into your bag, along with your stationary. Taking a walk down the road to the library would be wonderful right now, especially since you didn't feel like being cooped up at home thinking about Xiao.

"Y/N, hey!" You heard a high voice call out for you, infamous for being mischievous around campus. You looked up from the computer screen and saw Hu Tao waving at you. You smiled and waved back. "Why're you studying so late at night?"

"I'm trying to absorb the information, and the best time to do that is at night." You sighed and watched as she sat beside you. She was cute, and you really liked her. Perhaps if it wasn't for Xiao, you'd like her as more than a friend. Right now, he was on your mind and not even Hu Tao could help you. "What's up with you? No party tonight?"

"No, actually, yesterday's was the last party because of exams. I savored it and haven't slept yet." Hu Tao giggled as if it was normal to stay up all night. "I'll go to sleep tonight, unless something will keep me up."

"You're insane," you told her as she grinned at your response. "I have a dilemma. Can you help?"

"Is it Xiao?" She put her chin on her hand and tilted her head to stare at your wide eyes. Xiangling wouldn't talk to Hu Tao about Xiao, or anything that involved your personal life. She was really considerate about everyone's space. "He told me about you."

"What?" You frowned. That was weird. Xiao speaking with Hu Tao was really weird.

"Yeah! He's, like, totally obsessed with you." Hu Tao flipped through the law textbook in front of her, despite not being in law. She was studying to become a funeral director after her grandfather. "It was a bit tiring hearing him speak about you all night, but he's quite the chatterbox after drinking."

"Really? He spoke about me to you?" You couldn't believe he would do that. He seemed like such a closed off person, and talking about his one night stand definitely wasn't like him.

"Yeah, I mean, he really likes you." Hu Tao closed the textbook after concluding that it was too boring to look at. She raised her head to smile at you. "He says you don't like him back."

You looked at your phone, the video you sent him lingering in your head. You didn't like him, you knew that, but why did it seem like you wanted to be with him? It wasn't an emotional attachment, right? You were physically craving him.

"He's right," you sighed. "I don't like him back."

"Then, what's your dilemma?"

"I can't stop thinking about him…" you dropped your head to the table and used your pen to draw circles in your notebook. Hu Tao laughed at your sulking figure. "What's so funny?"

"You clearly like him, you just don't want to admit it." She tried to stop laughing when you frowned, but it only made her laugh more. She took a deep breath in and calmed down. "Don't make this difficult, Y/N, you're always like that."

"That's not it, Hu Tao." You sat up and got comfortable to explain to her your reasoning. She smiled and leaned into her hand again. "We had sex a week ago, and I can't stop thinking about it."

Hu Tao narrowed her eyes. "Go on."

"It wasn't him taking me out on a date and giving me his jacket because it was cold." You explained. "It was his experience in sex, Tao, I have never felt that good before."

"This is weird," she got up and dusted herself off. You stared at her as if she was about to leave and you couldn't have her leave because you'd be left without advice. "Go to him, have sex again, and live happily ever after. You like him, you just don't want to admit it."

"Tao, no, I told you—"

"You think this is too soon, I know, but sometimes that's how things are." Hu Tao shrugged and patted your head. "He's a good guy, and if he makes you happy, you should keep him. He wants you, too."

She walked away and left you groaning into your hands, thinking about how she didn't help you at all. You didn't need a relationship, at least not now. And you definitely didn't need anyone telling you that you liked Xiao, because you knew that it wasn't true.

You shook your head and got back to studying, trying your hardest to forget everything. You didn't need anymore distractions, all you wanted to do was pass your exams. So that's what you did for the last two weeks — studied. It was boring, and you couldn't remember the last time you spoke with Xiangling, but everyone was just so busy.

Apart from Xiangling, you couldn't remember the last time you saw Xiao... It was at the party, of course – how could you forget? You'd be insane to forget the dark look he gave you, and his response to your sex video later the evening. It was a whole mess, and you couldn't face Xiao after that.

Not that he was around, anyway. With no lectures, students were able to go wherever they wanted to, and as a result, Xiao avoided you just as much as you avoided him. At least, that's what you thought.

Closing your locker after getting out a few new textbooks, you walked towards the school library. You used one hand to hold all your materials, and the other to rub your eyes that held horrible eye bags and evident lack of sleep. You groaned and dropped your hand to hold your books, opening your eyes and fixating them on Xiao.

Xiao?

"You look horrible," he said and stopped in front of you. He, on the other hand, looked perfect. He didn't look like he'd been studying nonstop for the past two weeks. He didn't look like he had no time to wash his hair and look after himself. Because actually, that was you. "You… want to grab a coffee? You look like you need one."

"I'll be fine," you declined politely, though you wanted to get a coffee with him more than anything. Xiao nodded, as if understanding why you declined. It is awkward standing in front of him, even more so when you remembered the video you sent him. You thought it was long forgotten, but it wasn't. "What's up?"

"I need to talk to you, in private." Xiao quietly said and looked at the closed door next to him. He opened it and peered inside, once he was satisfied that no one was there, he opened it further and ushered you in. You walked into the abandoned storage room, looking around to make sure it didn't have cameras.

There was nothing in the room that would make you uneasy, so you felt comfortable when Xiao closed the door and locked it, though it was weird that he locked it. He leaned against the door with his side, hands in his pockets, his eyes stayed locked on yours.

"You shouldn't push yourself so hard." Xiao spoke up softly. His eyes, as well as his tone with you, were gentle, as if he were speaking to a kitten. He walked closer to you, a hand brushing the hairs out of your face, his calloused palm cupping your cheek. "You're really beautiful."

"What do you want?" You frowned. You couldn't bring yourself to push his hand away, though you knew you had to. "You said I look horrible, you don't need to be nice."

"I lied." He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. They were slightly bruised, you realized. He didn't seem like he would get into fights, so hopefully he was okay. "I was really hoping you'd send me something more after that video," his thumb ran over your bottom lip. "No matter how many times I watched it, it wasn't enough."

You were right, he did watch it. Knowing that he craved more of your body made you smirk, but you couldn't conceal your excitement and Xiao glanced from your lips back to your eyes.

"Don't get so happy, I wasn't watching it because you were masterbating." He explained. You felt your face heat up at the mention of masterbation. "I loved the faces you made."

"Are you done?" You snapped back to reality, pushing his hand away and wiping over the places his touch still lingered. He was warm, and sort of like a comfortable space for you, but you didn't want to admit to yourself how much you wanted him. "I've got to study."

"Uh, no, I wanted to ask you— you don't need to say yes, it's probably not even your thing—" he stuttered and mumbled to himself, taking a step back and looking down like a shy boy. "Will you go on a date with me? It can be anywhere you want! The movies, dinner— maybe you're into both? I just—"

"Xiao," you stopped him from speaking and placed a hand on his shoulder. His cheeks were dusted pink, pupils wide, head low and he was fidgeting. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Well, why not?" He frowned, a little upset by your response. Truth was, you wanted to get to know Xiao in his entirety, but you were too proud to admit that you might like him. You didn't like him, you liked sex with him. That's what you told yourself, because it was true. "I think we could make something work, I mean, I like you and you don't seem to mind me, so why don't we try something?"

You pursed your lips and studied his fingers, knuckles a little yellow and there were some healing cuts.

"Let me at least try?" Xiao spoke up and broke you away from your thoughts. You looked up at his hopeful eyes, not seeing the Xiao from two weeks ago with his dark aura, or from three weeks ago with his dominant personality. It was unusual to see him so shy, but this was who he was. "I'll make you like me, if you let me try."

"Okay," you nodded. You didn't want to argue more with him, all you wanted was to get to the library to continue studying. "Want to help me study?"

"I think you should rest a little," Xiao took your books from you and placed a hand on the small of your back, pushing you forward and out the storage room. "I'll take you home and help you relax a bit, is that okay?"

"Someone will see us," you tried to pull his hand away, but he only wrapped it around your waist and brought you closer. You looked up but only saw him looking forward. "Xiao!"

"So what?" He frowned and walked out of the school building, his thumb caressing your waist gently as the two of you attracted the attention of several students. You spotted his car in the distance, thanking the Gods for it being so close. "Are we hiding something? Am I not allowed to court you?"

"Court— Xiao, do you know what century we're in?" You stared at him as he opened the car door for you, him not paying much attention to what he said. His confidence went up within seconds, now he was smirking to himself and probably thinking about how cool he was.

"Get in," Xiao motioned towards the car with his head. You sighed and got in, instantly inhaling the scent you missed so much — Xiao. He had a distinct earthy and woody fragrance that you could breathe in all day, and it lingered on everything that is him.

You found yourself sinking into the leather material of the car seat as you inhaled Xiao's aroma, closing your eyes and feeling sleep take over you slowly. You were too tired to realize that Xiao was speaking to you, or to realize that he had given you a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

When you woke up, you were engulfed by the familiar pleasant earthy scent. You were warm, but smiled to yourself and cuddled the sheets closer to yourself anyway. You felt a hand caress the side of your face gently, and that instantly made you open your eyes and sit up.

Still half asleep, you looked at the boy sitting in front of you and noticed it was Xiao. Looking around, you recognised his bedroom from three weeks ago as if it was yesterday. However, one thing did change. He got a new bed. It was less comfortable and you scrunch your face when your back started hurting.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." Xiao finally smiled, mostly amused by the sudden change of emotions on your face. If he was honest, it was his favorite thing about you. "Did you sleep well?"

"What time is it?" You rubbed your eyes and tried to look for a clock, but he didn't have one in his room. Xiao looked at his phone, the brightness of it blinding you suddenly.

"Two o'clock in the morning," he put his phone away and looked back at your shocked face. "I'll heat up some dinner for you. Come to the kitchen when you're ready."

You rubbed your eyes and nodded, too distracted to notice Xiao lean in and plant a kiss on your temple before getting up and leaving. You stared at his back, and then the closed door, your face heating up at the sudden gesture.

Looking around, you recognised the door to the bathroom and went in, cleaning your face and looking into all the cabinets to find the toothbrush you used last time. It wasn't in the cabinets, instead you found it in a pot along with Xiao's. The gesture was really cute, as if the two of you were married.

After using the bathroom, you left to search for Xiao in the kitchen and living room. The whole apartment was filled with the smell of seafood. Though it was unsettling, you were eager to see what Xiao made.

You saw him standing over the stove, stirring the food in a wok, a bright yellow apron on. It looked cute from the back. You sat down on a stool by the kitchen island, watching him quietly as he put the food on a plate and decorated it. He finished off the dish by placing flower petals around.

He turned around and almost dropped the plate seeing you sitting and staring at him quietly. A curse left his lips quietly, but he laughed it off and smiled.

"When did you get there?" He put the plate in front of you and leaned on the island on the other side, handing you a fork.

"Not long ago," you shrugged and took a bite of the shrimp. You instantly fell in love with the stir-fry, clapping excitedly as you took a few more bites. "It's really good, thank you."

"It's a simple shrimp stir-fry, but you're acting as if it's a 5-star dish." Xiao extended his arm and pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I'm glad you like it, not everyone likes seafood."

"I don't like seafood," you admitted. Xiao's face dropped as he looked from you to the food. "But this is nice, I wouldn't have denied it."

"Let me make you something else," Xiao was about to take your plate from you but you slapped his hand away. "Y/N, I'd rather you eat something you enjoy."

"I am enjoying this!" You waved a shrimp on your fork and popped it in your mouth, smiling as you chewed the sauced delicacy. It was good, amazing even, but the texture of shrimp always made you uneasy. Even so, you wanted to eat the food Xiao made. "See?"

Xiao kept quiet, and so did you. You ate and Xiao watched you eat, though it was weird and you tried your hardest not to make a weird face while eating. It was as if Xiao was watching you just so he could prove that you didn't like the food.

"You submitted my math assignment," you cleared your throat and drank the water Xiao handed you. "Thank you, I know it's long overdue."

"I'm surprised it took so long to notice." He took your empty plate and put it in the sink, along with other dirty dishes.

"I forgot about it." You shrugged. Xiao turned around, the apron was now off and all the dishes were cleaned. You would have liked to help, but you didn't know if he would let you. "Is it alright if I stay over?"

"I wasn't going to let you go home at this time," Xiao frowned and wiped your lips with his thumb. You raised your hands to wipe your face yourself, but Xiao's smirk told you that there was nothing there anymore. "I'm not done with you for tonight, either."

He walked around the island and behind you, you now facing him and waiting to see what he would do. Part of you wanted him to kiss you, to take you to his room and do so much more than what he did to you three weeks ago, but another part of you wanted to hug him and take him to the living room, so the two of you could binge a whole season of some popular series.

You were conflicted.

Xiao picked you up, suddenly, and put you on the kitchen island, moving the stool aside and placing himself between your legs, his lips connected to your neck, sucking on the tender spots that made you squirm. Your hands flew to his chest, trying to push him away, but he only leaned closer, pulling your shirt down and sucking on your collar bones.

"Xiao," you whimpered. His hands went under your shirt and to your bra, pushing down the cup and pinching your hardened nipple, his other hand groped your thigh and massaged it gently. "I'm on my period…"

He reluctantly stopped, slowly pulling away from your neck and looked up at your reddened face. You could see the blush creeping up on his face from the way his ears already burned. He took his hands away from you, fixing your bra up in shame and straightening out your top.

"Sorry," he cleared his throat and took a step back, but not before he picked you up and gently put you on the ground again. "Can I get you anything?"

"Actually, I need tampons." You didn't know what to do, so you awkwardly stood in front of Xiao and explained to him what sort of tampons you needed after he offered to run to the store. "Thank you."

"It's nothing," he grabbed his keys and wallet, shoving them in his pocket while he went to put on his shoes. "Don't be scared to look around, the house doesn't bite."

"Yeah, but you do." You mumbled while watching Xiao place his hand on the apartment door. He smiled, nodding sarcastically.

"You're right," be sighed as if in defeat. "If you break anything, I'll have to punish you. So don't break anything."

With that, he left his apartment and left you alone in the middle of the night. You were wide awake by now, but you knew you'd have to go to sleep and wake up for uni the next day. You spotted your books on the living room tablet, your bag on the sofa.

Taking your phone out, there were a few messages from your parents, not that much had happened since you fell asleep. Even so, it bothered you that your parents didn't try to call your friends to ask about you. They were becoming increasingly distant with you, and with each other. You couldn't remember the last time you all dined together.

You didn't want to think about them. Instead, you turned on the TV, searching for something to watch, but channels at 2am were pretty boring, and mostly just cartoons that repeated until later. Having nothing else to watch, you stood up and walked to Xiao's room instead.

The comfort of his room was the only thing that could make you relax. You looked around, admiring how carefully he decorated his bookshelf with merchandise, then admired his computer with multiple screens, and everything lit up.

You looked towards the bed, frowning subconsciously. It made your back hurt – and it still hurt – and you didn't think you could sleep on it. Xiao mentioned another bedroom, so you left to look around for it, but spotted Xiao entering the apartment with a bag in his hands.

"You're back, that was quick." You smiled and pounced over to him, taking his bag from him so he could take his shoes off comfortably. Looking inside the bag, you took the tampons out, but spotted another few boxes, as well as other toiletries. "You got so much, for who?"

"For you," Xiao took the bag and looked inside himself. "I didn't know what to get, to be honest, so I got… everything."

"What? Seriously?" You took the bag from him, looking through the multiple bags and boxes of toiletries, as well as wet wipes, candy, popcorn and chocolates. "This is so much. How much was it, is the receipt here?"

"I threw it out." Xiao's cheeks were red from having you look through everything in the bag. It wasn't embarrassing, the fact that you were on your period, but buying products was probably awkward when he didn't know anything about them. "I got enough so when you come again, you won't need to worry about this stuff."

You felt a smile creep up your face, a sudden urge to hug him enveloped you but you held yourself back. Instead, you sensibly thanked him.

"Thank you, that's really sweet." You took the bag and hugged it to yourself. Xiao studied your movements when you tilted your head at him. "Should I put them in your bathroom?"

"Yeah, that would– that'd be– yeah, g-go ahead, sure." He stuttered, almost tripping over his shoes when he walked towards the kitchen to grab himself a drink. You held back your smile and went to put everything away in his bathroom, but you wanted to hug him, kiss him, shower him with your thanks, but you couldn't.

Because you weren't dating. Not yet, at least.

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Forever

You tell Xiao you love him.

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Xiao X gn!reader

Warnings: lovebites, making out

I made this gender neutral! I have been wanting to write gn for YEARS and I finally did it, I'll try to keep it going ;)

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Every night when you get ready for bed, you hear the faint sound of Xiao calling out to his friends. It was a soft and lovely melody, but alone at night it was eerie and terrifying. No matter how much you wanted to ease his pain, you knew you couldn't because he pushed you away every time you tried to get close.

Not today.

You stormed to Wangshu Inn, heading straight to where Xiao would be standing on a balcony, on the lookout for anything dangerous. And you were right. He stood firm, not bothered by the cold, or by the fact that people always found it weird that all he did was stand like a statue.

"Xiao," you walked over to him and placed a hand on his arm. He looked down at you, his expression neutral but you could tell he was happy to see you. "Xiao, I want to talk to you."

"It's the middle of the night," his arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him. The action caused you to blush and look away, but you immediately looked up at his amber eyes when you remembered why you came to him. "What's bothering you?"

"You are." You firmly said. He frowned slightly, but didn't say anything and waited for you to continue. "I want to be with you."

He didn't say anything, just stared at you with that frown of his. The breeze wasn't that cold anymore, because your body started heating up from embarrassment. And, at the same time, Xiao released you and took a step back from you.

"You're tired, go to sleep." He said and turned away from you, going back to his duty of looking over the land below him. You took a step forward and were about to hit him, but he cut you off before you could do anything. "You're speaking nonsense, I don't want to hear anymore."

"I'm not, Xiao!" You grabbed his arm and made him face you, your other hand balling into a fist and hitting his chest as you cried at his response. "I'm not tired, and I know what I'm talking about! I want to be with you because I love you!"

"That's not true," he sighed and looked down at you with soft eyes. "So, please, just rest for the night." He gently pried your hand off him and smiled when you obeyed him. But you didn't obey him.

You threw yourself at him, wrapping your hands around his neck and pushing your body against his so he wouldn't be able to escape you. One of his hands was on your waist while the other was on the balcony railing, keeping you both from falling over.

It took a moment, but Xiao registered that you did something you shouldn't have, and tried to pull you away, but you didn't let go of him and continued to hug him close instead. There were tears falling down your cheek and onto his shoulder, and you gripped him closer the more tears fell.

"Y/N," Xiao tried to get you off, but you didn't budge. You silently cried when you realized that he had rejected you, and you didn't want to face him if he was going to reject you again. "All I ask is that you look at me, Y/N. Please."

You pulled away and wiped your face, not looking at Xiao in the eyes and focussing on cleaning your tears and snot. His hand came to your face, and you froze when he touched your cheek and wiped the tears away. He gripped your chin and pulled your face towards him, and you saw the concerned look he expressed when your tears continued to spill.

"I cannot love you back," he said and used both his hands to cup your face. "But not because I don't want to."

"If…" you sniffled, cleaning your face with your sleeve once again and looking at Xiao in the eyes. "If I jumped off this balcony, would you catch me?"

"Of course." He answered instantly, his eyebrows furrowed as he waited for you to explain yourself patiently.

"And if I was in trouble, would you come and save me?" You asked and started to gain your composure back.

"Always," Xiao wiped the rest of your tears away. He always loved the way your eyes lit up when you looked at him, but seeing your tear stained cheeks was far from what he wanted. Though, it wasn't unpleasant to see a new side to you. "I'll always be there to save you."

"Then, do you love me?" You were confident when you asked him the question, but his expression made you doubt your relationship and made you uneasy.

"I don't deserve to love—" you cut him off by hitting his chest with your hand and glaring up at him again.

"I didn't ask you that!" You yelled and hit him again. "I asked you if you love me!"

Xiao thought he could scare you away by scowling at you, like he did with everyone else, but there was a reason he was so attracted to you. No matter what rumors went around about him, or what he did to others, or his past, you loved him for being… Xiao.

"I do." He finally sighed, as if he'd been holding his breath for hours. He cupped your face with one hand, the other took your hand and placed it on his chest where his heart was beating unusually fast. "I love you, so much more than you could imagine. But I do not have the time, or the resources… I don't have what it takes to make you happy."

"You make me happy." You smiled, and Xiao felt that he could melt into a puddle when you smiled at last. Your lips were bright red, like your eyes, after having cried, but they were so beautiful to him. "I know that there are things I need to prepare myself for if I want to be with you, Yanfei told me, and I will do them. I just want to be with you, and make you happy, too."

It was your determination and sappy speech that made Xiao snap and pull you in for a proper kiss. He picked you up and placed you on the thick railing, making sure to hold you firmly so you wouldn't fall off the balcony. He placed himself between your legs and continued to kiss you hungrily.

You didn't think you'd ever witness Xiao being so desperate and completely out of his mind about you. Frankly, you didn't know he even thought about you this way. His teeth dug into your shoulder, causing you to let out a quiet shriek, his teeth sinking into your skin but the pain eased when he licked the bite and kissed it.

His bites traveled to your neck, but they were more delicate and filled with more than just hunger. He sucked on several spots on your neck, eventually finding the one that made you grip him tighter and moan into the night. He pulled away and looked at you when you did, seeing your lewd face and the drool on the corner of your mouth.

"I can't imagine anyone else looking at you while you're like this," he pecked your lips softly. "I wouldn't forgive myself if I let you go."

You shook your head and hugged him because you wouldn't forgive yourself if you let him go, either. He was meant to be yours from the beginning, and you were meant to be his, even if it took the two of you an eternity to find each other.

"I'll mark you and make you mine, is that what you want?" His lips trailed from your lips to your jawline, down to your neck again. You nodded frantically, holding him as close as you possibly could. He raised his head and pressed his lips to your ear. "And you'll mark me, too, right? You'll make me yours?"

"I'll make you mine." You repeated after him, also leaving small kisses on his neck, but you couldn't focus on that when Xiao nibbled your earlobe softly.

"Forever?" He asked, his free hand going up to pull your lips apart and slide a finger into your mouth. You licked around his finger and savored the feeling of his sweet, rough kisses over your upper body, and the way his finger slipped out of your mouth and was replaced by his tongue.

"Forever." You couldn't help but smile when you promised each other yourselves. Xiao pulled away and looked at your gleeful expression, falling further in love with you. He was the reason you were so happy, and it was the only thing that urged him to continue making you happy.

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Do you like me? ⟨⟨ part 2 ⟩⟩

You asked the weird, creepy guy with a cool haircut to help you out.

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Dom!xiao X fem!reader

Warnings: masterbation, finger sex, voyeurism, mixiphelia (mirrors)

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Parts 1, 2, 3, 4

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"If I kiss you, it won't be because we just had sex." He whispered, running his hand up and down your side while looking into your eyes.

"Fine." You looked away and nodded. As much as you wanted to be angry at him, you couldn't be. You had no right to be mad at him, and therefore had to respect the fact that he didn't want to kiss you. "I'll take a shower and leave."

"Stay the night." Xiao stopped you from leaving the bed by holding your waist tighter. You liked the possessive grip he had on you, and how he wanted you to stay over, but you shouldn't. "There's a spare bedroom. I'll take you home tomorrow morning."

Going home in the morning would be better since your parents wouldn't be home. They believe you're studying at a friend's house, because it's the excuse you gave them all the time. It's been so long since you were honest with them, that it seemed like they gobbled your lies up as if they were real.

"Okay." You agreed, getting off the bed and grabbing the hoodie Xiao was wearing earlier, the cloth that was around your hands was long off and on the floor. You put on the hoodie and sat on the bed since your legs could barely hold you. "Where's the bathroom?"

"There's one in there," Xiao pointed to a door in his bedroom, putting on his boxers. With his hoodie on you, he was shirtless, and you were bottomless. "I'll help you."

"It's fine, not the first time I took a shower." You mumbled to yourself while you wobbled your way to the bathroom, with difficulty. To your relief, and dismay, Xiao grabbed you by your waist and picked you up to carry you the rest of the way.

"You sure? Looks like I've knocked the movement out of your legs." He put you down on the tiled floor in his bathroom, the cold was unexpected and all you wanted to do was be picked up again, but you resisted the urge to jump on him. "I'll run us a bath, yes?"

"Us?" You looked at Xiao through leavy lids. You wanted to sleep more than anything in the world right now, but you knew you had to bathe first. Xiao was too busy preparing the bath to answer you, so you didn't probe any further. Bathing with him would be nice.

The bath was ready, so you took the hoodie off and dipped into the warm water that smelled of sandalwood. Not your usual choice of bath salts, but it wasn't horrible. It was what Xiao smelled like, and now you were going to smell like him too. Xiao followed after you, sitting behind you and pulling you into him gently.

He took the liberty of washing you. His hands were all over you again, but this time it felt like a soothing massage. You felt relaxed in his arms, to the point where you thought you closed your eyes for just a second, only to find that you had called asleep.

Your eyes opened to the sound of shuffling next to you. Looking around, you were still in Xiao's house since you didn't recognise the interior, but it was his bedroom, which was weird. He said he had a spare bedroom.

Sitting up, you felt that there were soft clothes on you. Xiao had dressed you in his clothes - a black t-shirt and some sweatpants. You looked at Xiao, who was now looking at you while you examined everything half asleep.

"This is your room." You said, half aware of what you were saying. Xiao looked around and nodded, slipping on a shirt. "Why?"

"Because you were cold." Xiao told you, turning on the small lamp next to his bed. You wanted to know the time, and how long you were asleep, but Xiao answered those for you. "It's six in the morning, you still have some time if you want to sleep. You've been out for eight hours."

"I'll sleep a little longer." You mumbled while shifting on the bed. You felt something in your butt, which was weird, but remembered the plug that Xiao put in you hours ago. "Xiao, did you take the… thing… out?"

"No." He smiled to himself and crawled on top of you, laying you down in the process. You groaned and wanted to go to the bathroom to take it out, but Xiao didn't let you. "It's so pretty in you. And the way your face scrunches up in confusion, it's so beautiful."

You stayed silent, feeling Xiao's hand go under the sweatpants that you were wearing. He twisted the plug around, pushing on it a few times, causing you to grip his shoulders. His fingers then drew a long line across your entrance, making you aware of how wet you just became.

"Is it too early to fuck you again?" Xiao's lips found your neck, and you tilted your head back to give him more room. You squeezed your left shut around his hand, moving your hips for some friction, which he gave you. You let a moan escape your lips, and before you knew it, his fingers were in you.

Three digits, pumping in and out of you slowly, your hips giving you the friction you wanted from his thumb on your clit. He started moving his thumb too, making you wrap an arm around his neck. Your moans were quiet, but since you were so close to Xiao, he heard them perfectly well.

He wanted nothing more than to bury himself in you again, to stay like that for hours, toying with your clit, leaving bites all over your body, giving you your release until it hurt and then fucking you until you were begging him to stop. But he couldn't do that, because you weren't his. He didn't want to be your secret.

"Xiao…" you caught his attention when you whispered his name into his ear. He looked at you to make sure you're okay, and you were, but he made you come and didn't realize it. His fingers stopped in you, not wanting to take them out but knowing he had to. "We need to stop."

"No, we don't." Xiao picked you up so you were sitting on his hard-on, completely aware of how you made him feel. It wasn't just your body, it was the sounds you made, it was the expressions you showed him, it was the things you said, it was the way your body responded to him. He wanted you.

"We do, we need to stop." You pushed on his chest, reluctantly. You already missed his fingers in you. Looking up, you finally saw how much you hurt him. But this wasn't what either of you wanted. "Please, take me home. Now."

Xiao didn't say anything, instead he gently pushed you off of him and back on the bed, getting up and leaving the room. You cursed under your breath, hating the way this turned out. You were meant to ask him for help on your homework, not be physically attracted to him.

It didn't take long for Xiao to call you into the living room, where he placed your shoes for you to put on, his car keys in hand and waiting for you. You quickly put on your shoes, took your belongings, and followed him out to his car, which you didn't know the name of, but it was black.

The drive was long and silent, and you almost forgot how far he lived from campus. You lived right next to the school, he, on the other hand, lived the furthest away. There was no music, no words spoken, not even an occasional glance at you. Every time you looked at him, he looked the same he always did in class - unbothered. He didn't want to speak, and no one spoke to him.

He pulled up to your house, seeing the driveway clear, which meant that your parents were out for work already. You gathered whatever you had with you and, before you left the car, leaned in to give Xiao a kiss.

"Y/N," he warned, pulling away, but you reached his cheek and pecked it away. He might be a nerd, but you managed to grow a soft spot for him, something you never thought you might do.

"Thank you for everything." You thanked him. "But we shouldn't do it again."

"Then you should leave my car." Xiao turned to look at you, a hint of sadness visible in his expression. His hair was messy and slightly damp, as was yours, and it looked so good on him. How did you manage to view him this way? Perhaps it was his attitude. You never got to know him as a person, so maybe it wasn't just his looks that were pulling you in. "Now, Y/N, you're making this difficult for us both."

"Sorry." You shuffled out of your seat, and left the car. Closing the door behind you and turning around to say your last goodbye, you didn't have time to do that because Xiao had already driven off. You sighed, but regained your dignity by rolling your eyes and remembering that he was no one to you. Anyone could make you beg, though it had never happened before. But it will, and it wouldn't be Xiao… hopefully.

Several days have gone by since you last interacted with Xiao. Exams were still coming up and everyone was studying, including you. It was Friday, the last day of the week, so you decided to take it easy and go to the library for the rest of the night.

"Y/N, can I speak to you please?" Your professor called you over at the end of the lecture. You pondered what it could be about, but nothing major came to mind. Walking over to him, you asked what happened. "I wanted to talk to you about the assignment I extended for you a few months back."

Oh, God, the assignment! You completely forgot about that. Between trying to justify yourself and thinking about Xiao for the last week, you forgot to turn it in! Not to mention, you didn't understand the assignment at all.

"Well done, I knew you had it in you. However I do want to warn you, I will not be extending deadlines for you anymore. I keep getting in trouble!" The professor chuckled and tapped your shoulder once before turning about and dismissing you. You frowned, turned around and walked out of the lecture hall.

You don't remember turning in the assignment, unless Xiao did it for you and forgot to tell you. Or didn't want to tell you. The time read that everyone was either studying extra in their classes or was on their way home. Knowing Xiao, he probably stayed behind somewhere. The campus was too big to try and look for him, but you didn't have his number.

"Hey, Xiangling, do you have Xiao's number?" You walked up to your best friend, who was cooking something up in a pot. It looked disgusting, but the smell was very pleasing.

"Oh, you mean the guy you couldn't stop talking about for the last week?" Xiangling put her hands on her hips and swayed them while smirking at you. You gave her glare and threatened to hit her, but retreated when she pinched your cheeks like you were a baby. "I don't, but I'll find it for you because I'm such a nice friend."

"I don't need it that much, don't even worry about it." You pushed her away and crossed your arms, looking in another direction. You needed his number to… thank him…

"You're pretty obsessed over him considering you apparently hate him." Xiangling shrugged and stirred her weird, purple, bubbling soup. You grimaced at the sight, even more so when Xiangling brought a spoonful of it to your face. "Try this, it's a new recipe I'm trying out."

"Does it include frog legs or snake eggs?" You pulled away from the purple, slimy substance. Xiangling's expression remained unchanged as she tried to feed you the soup.

"Snake venom." She told you. You wish you were surprised, but you weren't. Xiangling was known for her weird and wonderful dishes. They included ingredients you usually wouldn't cook with, but somehow they were edible and she was a famous chef.

"What you're describing is poison. You are trying to poison me." You pushed the spoon away and took a step back. Xiangling rolled her eyes and drank the soup herself, concluding that she needed to add more spices to it. "It was good knowing you, hopefully we'll be friends in another world."

"You're being dramatic. I've neutralized the snake venom and made it edible." Xiangling explained.

"Yeah, I'm being dramatic." You stared at your best friend as if she didn't just drink poison willingly. She had a stomach of steel, while you were a picky eater. "Anyway, I'll be off. I'll see you Monday?"

"Hopefully, unless you're too busy with your new boyfriend." Xiangling wrote something into her notebook, then began adding things to her soup.

"Very funny. He's not my boyfriend." You waved to your friend as you walked out of the kitchen. You had plenty of studying to do if you wanted to do well on your finals next month. Only problem was that you couldn't focus very well on the material, because you kept thinking of Xiao again.

Your body felt hot when thinking of him, and you knew that you had to do something about it, but simply touching yourself wasn't good enough. Not even the thought of his touching you was pleasing you. It had to be him, or someone else. Why not go to a party and find someone else?

Sure, finals were coming up and you had to study, but you also needed to relieve yourself one way or another. Finding someone to do that for you would be innocent enough. You dressed up as best you could - mini dress; heels; makeup.

There was a party being hosted by a classmate, and everyone was invited. You grabbed your bag and coat, rushing out of the house and calling a cab to take you to the house party. It was a simple Friday night party that was hosted every week. Nonetheless, you were definitely going to find someone.

Entering the house, it was already trashed and looked as if the party had been going on for hours. That, or the house never gets cleaned. You looked around to see if you could spot a familiar face, but instead locked eyes with a certain funky haired man that resided in the kitchen.

His eyes scanned your attire from top to bottom, yours scanned his. He was lean, had fluffy ginger hair with stripes of white, and clearly a newfound interest in you. Sort of like Xiao.

You weren't thinking about him.

You walked over to him, and he handed you a beer from the cooler beside him. Taking it and opening the small can, you sipped the bittersweet liquid and grimaced once you realized that beer was not your thing. Putting the drink down, you circled the rim of the can with your finger and looked up through thick lashes to look at the man.

"Hmm… Gorou, right?" You remembered his name, and he looked quite surprised to say the least. He nodded, smiling down at you. "You're a year below me."

"Yeah." He confirmed. "Don't you have finals? Why are you here, of all places? And dressed like that. Who are you trying to impress?"

"You're asking too many questions," you pushed yourself off the surface of the kitchen island and reached out to wrap your arms around Gorou's neck. "I'm here to have fun."

He kept quiet, his hands on your hips, bringing you closer. Your lips connected with his swiftly, and you tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Your hand traveled down to his chest, trying to pull him closer. When you opened your eyes for a brief second, you saw the similar two-toned hair in the distance.

Your eyes widened for a second when his amber ones burned through you. His hands were crossed, but he released an arm and put his hand in a fist and rested his chin on it, he looked like he was examining you and Gorou kissing. What a twisted guy. It turned you on just looking at him, but kissing Gorou did nothing for you.

You pulled away and looked at the red stains on Gorou's lips from your lipstick. He was breathless, and so were you. A hand on your hip and the other under your chin, he was very handsome while examining you.

"I'm here to make someone jealous." He suddenly spoke, which startled you, but not enough to force a reaction out of you, so you sighed and smiled up at him, hand resting on his chest and playing with the buttons on his shirt.

"I'm here to forget someone." You admitted. Gorou let out a chuckle and dropped his hand so he was holding your hips only. He swayed both your hips to the music, and weirdly enough, you liked the rhythm and soft conversation.

"An ex?" Gorou asked. You shook your head and looked behind him, seeing Xiao still staring at you. It was either him, or you were losing it.

"No, a one night stand." You said while looking at Xiao. Gorou looked to where you were looking and met eyes with the black haired gamer boy. They both sent each other some sort of glare, and you watched and Xiao's eyes turned from amused to downright pissed.

"We can make him jealous," Gorou turned around and smirked at you. You looked at him with hopeful eyes, loving the idea of making Xiao angry. "We'd be killing two birds with one stone that way."

"Yeah, let's do it." You reached out across the kitchen island and took some tissues, pulling them to Gorou's face and wiping your lipstick off his lips. "Is my makeup okay?"

"It's perfect." Gorou leaned down and whispered in your ear. "I'll take you home."

Taking your hand in his, you sent a smirk Xiao's way and watched in satisfaction as he clenched his jaw at you. He wasn't one to show how pissed he was, it didn't seem like it anyway, but you loved seeing him emote. He was crazy about you.

"He looked like he was about to take a dagger and stab me." Gorou said while driving, the location of your house on his car screen. You didn't want to leave the party yet, but making Xiao and leaving with someone was more than you had planned to do. You wanted to forget him, but instead you made him jealous. Perhaps your body didn't want to forget him.

"That would've been hot." You sighed and sunk into the uncomfortable car seat. It was leather and cold and it stuck to your skin and it was nothing like what Xiao's car was. His car was comfy and fuzzy and smelt like him and it was Xiao.

"Yeah, I love it when they stab me too." Gorou sarcastically said, turning the music up and looking at you for a split second. You laughed at his remark, realizing that you did sound a little insane. "Who was he? Was he stalking you?"

"Oh, I hope so. Xiao is in my class, he's the quiet kid." You said. "I hope he got into his car and fumed about how I went home with someone."

"Doesn't seem like a one night stand to me, more like a 'friends with benefits' sort of thing." Gorou commented. You frowned at him, knowing he was probably right. But you weren't friends, you were acquaintances. Your phone buzzed and you got a message from Xiangling: it was Xiao's phone number. "My friend… she sent me his number."

"You gonna stalk him back?" Gorou asked you, and you noticed that you were near your house. You shook your head and smiled to yourself.

"I'm gonna send him nudes." You grinned. Gorou parked the car on the sidewalk next to your house and looked at you. He didn't look surprised, or shocked, but rather like he was expecting this from you.

"You do you." He shook his phone in front of you and smiled. "Give me your number so I can tell you about my tragic love story someday."

"Totally," you took Gorou's phone and typed in your number into it. Handing his phone back, you thanked him for driving you home and wished him well on his way back. "I'll text you later."

He smiled and drove off after you had gotten into your front door. Your parents were long asleep, at least you thought they were from the way everything was quiet. Going up to your room, you dropped your little bag down on the floor and took the weirdly tight dress off, also dropping it on the floor by the door, and went to put on a comfy shirt.

You looked through your drawers and stumbled across the clothes Xiao sent you home in, along with the buttplug. You had completely forgotten about them. The base of the plug had a pink diamond heart design, which would explain why Xiao said it looked so pretty in you.

You wanted nothing more than to have him put it in you again, and for him to play with you all over again. Usually, you were the one to take control during sex, so when Xiao took over, it was no surprise that you enjoyed it. Because you've never experienced it.

You took the hoodie and put it on, it still smelled like Xiao, and went to sit in front of the mirror on your wardrobe. You hesitated, but posed with your panties on show, and snapped a picture. When that didn't satisfy you, you decided to video yourself too.

You pressed play and reached down in your panties, your fingers playing with your clit for a while, thinking it was Xiao who had his hands down your underwear. You slipped two fingers in your now wet cunt, letting a moan slip out of you, and pumped in yourself, your head now tilted back, yet holding the camera still on your knee with your hand.

You spend up, using your hips to grind against the palm of your hand, another moan slipped out of your mouth. You shut yourself up by biting your bottom lip and looking into the camera through the mirror, your expression showed embarrassment and a very turned on face. But it wasn't enough.

You sighed when you felt yourself come, taking your fingers out and scissoring them, showing them off to the camera. Panting, you smiled at the successful video, ending it and getting up to wash your hands in the bathroom. You knew you should take a shower too, but not before sending your video off.

Thanking Xiangling for getting Xiao's number, and confirming it was real and you weren't just sending nudes to some stranger, your thumb hovered over the send button on your phone. You wanted to send it, but why were you doing it in the first place? You were the one that told him to end whatever the two of you had, so why were you so persistent now?

Your body and your mind were like two opposing arguments, and no one was winning, because they both made compelling points. You wanted Xiao, right? It was just lust, right? There was no way you liked him. It would be too soon for you to like him.

Then why did you want to lie in his arms?

You shook your head and sent the video before you could think of anything else that would keep you from doing what your body wants. Your body wanted Xiao, it didn't matter what your mind said, and it definitely didn't matter that your heart hurt when you weren't with him. Because sex was sex, and you liked it.

{Xiao🖤 Liked the video you sent.}

Part 3

[tenhoei]

Do you like me?

You asked the weird, creepy guy with a cool haircut to help you out.

Master list!

Dom!xiao X fem!reader

Warnings: sex, doggy style, praise kink, degradation kink, foreplay, biting, oral sex, dry sex, overstimulation, bondage, sex toys

This is meant to be a little series which is fun, but I'll edit accordingly later on. Meanwhile, enjoy the only thing I've been thinking about for the last month: xiao.

Parts 1, 2, 3, 4

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Your law professor liked to give out random assignments just to keep you on your toes. These assignments could be any subject, they were like quizzes you never studied for. This time, it was Math. The one subject you knew you couldn't do, having passed it in the first place with god on your side.

You groaned into the textbook that explained the stupid subject, but no information was being absorbed by your brain at the moment. Your best friend, Xiangling, was busy preparing for her final tournament, so she couldn't help you with your homework. Not that she understood it anyway, she hated maths as much as any rational adult.

Having not many people to ask, you settled for the next best option. He was quiet, weird, nerdy and super smart. No matter which subject is being taught, he somehow understood the material perfectly well. And it just so happens to be that he was in your Law class, and therefore also got the homework. You could just copy him or something.

"Xiao?" You tapped his shoulder as you sat down beside him. He looked at you as you made yourself comfortable on the chair. No one really sat beside him unless to ask for help or because there were no more spaces in the lecture hall. "How are you? We barely even speak, I'm curious to know how you've been-"

"What do you want?" He cut you off and went back to continue writing on his paper. His laptop displayed a PowerPoint from a whole other lesson, which lead you to believe that he was doing someone else's homework. "You didn't do the math assignment."

"How did you know?" You stared at his golden eyes that weren't focused on you at all. He stopped writing and put his pen down, his attention now on you. Even if he wore a simple hoodie and sweatpants, you knew he had nothing to hide under them. He was creepy, but that didn't mean he wasn't attractive.

Not that you cared, though.

"Come over tonight and I'll help you with it." Xiao started packing his things into his bag. You frowned at how much he wanted to run away from you, as if you didn't catch him staring at you earlier in the cafeteria. "You know where I live, don't you?"

"Yeah." You barely managed to utter a word to him when he looked down at you with his golden orbs. They were so defined and gorgeous, not to mention his intricate facial features, and his fluffy, coloured hair. Xiao looked you up and down, then nodded.

"See you then." He threw his bag over his shoulder and walked out of the lecture hall. The bell rang, signalling it was the end of the lecture anyway. Professors had been allowing their students to study for their finals the past few weeks, which meant that no lessons or lectures were being taught.

Still, you asked all your friends to help you before tonight, but they declined because they had their own stuff to do and your math issues were the last of their problems. Not that you blamed them, this assignment was given well over three months ago, this was completely your fault. The professor only extended the deadline because he was fond of you.

You stood in front of Xiao's apartment, trying to seem nice and excited, but studying with him was the last thing you wanted to do. He was always staring at you in class, looking away as if he's embarrassed when you caught him. Every. Single. Day. He was weird and you disliked him.

He was cute about it, though.

"Come in." He said and stood aside for you. Glancing inside the house, you saw how clean and modern it was. The kitchen was plain, black and white, and you caught a glimpse of the living room, also plain. He wasn't very bright, but he was neat. "Y/N?"

"Sorry." You cleared your throat and stepped inside, getting a better view of the undecorated apartment. Did he live alone? Seemed like he came from a wealthy family considering how he was at uni 24/7.

There's no way he's a prostitute, right?

"Nice place you got here."

"You don't need to make small talk." Xiao closed the door behind you and walked over to the kitchen. He took a water bottle from the fridge and handed it to you. "Let's go to the study room and get this over with, I know how much you hate me."

You stayed silent with the bottle in hand as you walked to another room. He was definitely not very bright, but a very good judge of character. You didn't hide the fact that you disliked him, you never did. It was just unusual how he accepted your desperate request even if he did know that you weren't fond of him. He was probably really into you.

"The assignment is really easy when you understand the material." Xiao sat at the desk, another chair pulled out for you to sit on. You noticed his casual attire, gray sweatshirt and black sweatpants. Clearly hiding something tasteful underneath, since there were multiple machines in the living room for working out. Perhaps it was a passion of his, or he had a hot dad. From what you knew, he didn't have a mother. He was probably in good shape, nerds are often in good shape. "What do you understand already?"

"Oh, well…" you explained what you knew by pointing to all the pages in your textbook. Xiao listened intently, even if he was staring at you. He nodded and grabbed a piece of paper, writing down a few things and passing the paper to you. You stared at the questions, your mind blank. "Do you have a tattoo?"

"Yeah… but it's not important right now." Xiao chuckled and pulled his hand back when you noticed the blue ink on his arm. He snaked an arm around his neck and nervously rubbed it while he waited for you to stop staring. Who knew? But that didn't change the fact that he was so awkward and shy in class, which was a pet peeve for you. "Let me know if you need help."

Xiao got up to grab a book from the shelf in the room, sitting back down and studying it before opening it and reading it. Such a nerdy thing to do, read books. He probably played video games and watched hentai too. You rolled your eyes and went back to solving the problems on the paper.

Hours passed and you stayed stuck on the same equations, eventually getting bored of nothing getting done. Xiao pulled out his phone and played games on it while you struggled to understand the smallest things.

"This is stupid." You dropped your pen on the paper and turned to look at Xiao, who was now looking at you. "Why don't I just pay you to do this assignment for me? How much do you want?"

"What?" He looked shocked and confused, eyes wide and face now pale. You knew money wasn't an issue for him, so you should offer something else instead. "Let me help you, it's not that hard-"

"I'll sleep with you." You cut him off, looking over his body and noticing that he wouldn't mind sex. He was a nerd. All he did was stay home or go to uni, there was no way he had time for sex. "That would be enough, right? I'll have sex with you, and you'll do this for me."

"What are you-"

"Oh, don't be shy. I'm sick of sitting here thinking I can do this. You're a nerd, this is easy for you." You stood up and went to sit on Xiao's lap instead, straddling him. You took his phone and put it on the desk behind him, cupping his face and going in to kiss him, but he stopped you. "What?"

"Nerd?" Xiao pulled your arms away from his face, instead putting them behind your back and holding your wrists with one hand while the other hand was on your chin. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

You were left stunned when he leaned in and licked your neck, then bit it. You winced, struggling to get out of his surprisingly strong grip. Xiao kissed up your neck, reaching your lips. He bit your bottom lip, making you let out a suppressed moan, which he used to his advantage and slipped his tongue into your mouth.

It all escalated so quickly, and you realized that you were now making out with the one person you swore you hated. Why was he so good at kissing? And why did he know exactly where to touch you? His hands were now under your shirt, cupping one of your breasts in one hand, and the other stayed on your waist. You were a moaning mess, which only encouraged him to continue.

Your fingers found their way to the bottom of his sweatshirt, and you wanted to eagerly pull it off so you could see what's underneath, but Xiao had other plans.

"You don't deserve to use your hands." Xiao whispered into your mouth. You opened your eyes and found that he was looking at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. He was attractive. Why was he attractive? Not only that, his voice changed to a deeper, huskier tone. He sounded, looked and acted hot. "You don't deserve to see, either. You haven't been good to me."

"I'm sorry." You couldn't find your voice, and you couldn't understand why you were apologizing. Xiao pulled himself away and stood up, you still around him. You didn't know what was going on, not after Xiao left you breathless like that. He was carrying you somewhere, but you were still dazed.

Being thrown on a soft, comfy surface, you debunked that it was a bed. Looking around the room, it was darker and more decorated. A wardrobe, desk with a computer, shelf with merchandise on it. You were in his bedroom.

"What are you doing?" You asked, looking carefully as Xiao pulled a piece of cloth from his bedside table. He climbed on top of you, his smirk the very last thing you saw before he wrapped the cloth around your eyes. The whole situation felt so unreal to you, but you loved it. "Xiao… what are you doing?"

"You'll see," his voice was low, breath hot on your skin. "Or, feel, I guess." He pulled your arms up and tied them up with something soft, probably another cloth, then placed himself between your legs. You wanted to touch him, to feel where he was with your hands, but every time you lowered your arms, he would pinch you. "Don't move, or you'll regret it."

"Okay," you whispered, swallowing the hard lump in your throat. Your mouth went dry when you felt your shirt being ripped open. A gasp escaped your lips when the ripping continued and you were left bare on Xiao's bed.

You tried to squeeze your thighs together, but Xiao was between them and you found it difficult to move. Instead, you bucked your hips against him, feeling his erection on your heat, which resulted in you smirking yourself. Who knew he would feel so big?

"Stay." Xiao pushed your hips down with his hands on either side of your waist. He was commanding you like a dog, as if he was training you, but you refused to listen to him and continued moving your hips for some friction. "You're such a bad girl, you know that?"

"I do." You whined and continued to move your hips, finally feeling something. You knew Xiao was watching you when he let you carry on, a quiet moan escaping your lips when you knew you were reaching your climax. But it all went away when Xiao moved out of the way, and you whined for him to come back and do something. "Please, Xiao…"

"No, not yet." Xiao whispered against your neck, making his way down to your nipples. One between his two fingers, being pinched and abused continuously, while the other in between his teeth. His tongue rolled across the sensitive nipple and his teeth grazed it ever so gently, making you gasp. You wanted him to grind on you more than anything, but having your boobs in his mouth was also rewarding. "I love your moans."

"I'll moan more if you were between my legs." You mumbled, wanting to run your fingers through his hair, and to have his fingers in you. More than that, you wanted him in you. You could only imagine how big he was, and how well his tongue would work your sensitive bud. Oh, you wanted him.

"Really?" Xiao pulled away from your chest and slowly went down until you felt his hot breath on your cunt. Usually things would have finished by now if this was any other man, but it barely even began with Xiao. You were too in thought to prepare for Xiao's tongue lapping at your pussy, a single lick was all it took for you to disobey him and bring your arms how to his hair, closing your legs around his face. "What was that?"

"I'm sorry, God…" You swallowed and tried to get yourself together, but you didn't have time before Xiao's tongue found your clit. His fingers grazed slowly over your wet entrance while his tongue circled your bud. "Xiao…"

"Hmm?" He hummed, the vibrations sending through you and making you cum. He barely scratched the surface and you were already unloading on him, completely weak and embarrassed. Part of you was pleased that you were blindfolded, because you couldn't see the mess you just made and were therefore able to partially hide. "Ha… who knew this was all it took."

"No one has ever stimulated me like that," you explained, wanting to take your blindfold off and look at Xiao finally, but he grabbed your arms before they could reach the cloth.

"I'm not done." Xiao pushed your arms up again, and went down to continue lapping at your pussy as if you hadn't just orgasmed. He pushed your thighs open for himself and sucked on your bud, coaxing a scream out of you as your hands dug into his head, pulling and pushing on his hair.

You finally pulled part of the blindfold off, gasping and trying to suppress your screams as another orgasm was building up in the pit of your stomach. Xiao noticed finally that you were staring at him, but he didn't stop. He looked back as he continued to suck on your clit, making the scene so much hotter. You felt his fingers finally prod at your entrance, and he pushed two in while looking deeply into your eyes. You couldn't look away, but your eyes shut when you came again, all over Xiao.

"Put the blindfold back on." Xiao said. You opened your eyes and saw Xiao climbing on top of you, his top covered in your juices. He wiped his mouth, and you shook your head 'no' to his demand. You wanted to watch him. "Bad, bad girl. Such a slut. You want to be fucked so badly, don't you?"

You nodded frantically when he degraded you. You wanted to be fucked, but only by him. Xiao caught your lips between his teeth, and you got a taste of yourself on his lips. Your arms were around his neck, massaging the hair on the back of his head gently. Xiao grinded his hips against your heat, and you gasped into his mouth. His breathing was also uneven, and you both wanted for him to be in you.

"Whose slut are you?" Xiao pressed his thumb to your clit, looking at your whimpering, red, swollen lips. You sighed into his mouth, catching his lips in yours but he only pulled away, waiting for an answer from you and coaxing it out of you by pushing on your clit. "Answer me."

"Yours." You whined, gripping his shoulders.

"Whose?" Xiao pushed a digit into your entrance, his thumb now circling your sensitive clit. Your legs were shaking, toes curling, at the overstimulation. His eyes never left yours, and you couldn't help but moan when he pushed another digit into you. His pumping into you stopped and your eyes shot open, only to realize he was waiting for you to answer.

"Xiao's." You managed, though your throat was dry. He continued pumping into you, a smirk evident on his wet lips.

"That's right." He curled his fingers, his other hand now holding your arms up. You wanted so badly to touch him again, but it was either that or watching him, and having your eyes on him was better. "All mine."

"All yours." You moved your hips against his just so you could feel his erection, but instead was rewarded by a light groan. Your movement took him by surprise, and it caused you both to smirk at each other. Noticing your mistake, you whined when Xiao covered your eyes with the cloth again. "I didn't mean to, Xiao, please!"

"Get on your hands and knees." He ordered you, taking his fingers out of you. You whined again, groaning when you felt that he had gotten off of you. Turning around to place your arms under you and lifting your hips up in the air, you moaned to the feeling of the cold air hitting your wet pussy. "So wet and ready."

"For you." You wiggled your ass in the air, waiting for whatever Xiao wanted to do next. Xiao hummed in response, getting off the bed. You felt empty and embarrassed while sitting on the bed, waiting for Xiao. For all you knew, he could be taking pictures and trying to get some sort of revenge, but there was no way, right?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a cold glass to your lips. You pulled away from it, but Xiao told you it was water. You gulped it down, not a drop left in the glass. Xiao wiped your lips with his thumb and you heard the glass being put down on a surface.

You waited patiently on the bed, moaning Xiao's name from time to time just so you could hear him humm in response, and that was enough for you to know that he was still in the room. He opened a few drawers, probably getting something out, and other times he would place something down.

You didn't know what was going on, but your cunt could only wait for long. You whined for Xiao to come back, but were greeted with something cold to your ass. You gasped as Xiao slid something in your tight hole with ease, but you didn't know if you liked the feeling. It was a buttplug. It felt weird in you, cold and filling. Xiao eased whatever discomfort you had by pressing soft kisses to your ass cheeks.

"What a good girl." Xiao pushed on the plug, making you go forward and away from the penetrating feeling. Xiao could be heard chuckling to himself, a hot, low chuckle. "Get on your back again for me."

You moaned when you felt the plug move inside you while you switched positions again. Xiao pulled the blindfold off completely, and you were happy to see his face again. Your hands were so eager to touch him, and your cunt dripped for him to be in you. You have never felt this dirty before.

Xiao got off the bed and pulled his sweatshirt off, showing you the tattoo you so desperately wanted to see. It covered a good amount of his lean and slender body. His fingers hooked on the waistband of his sweatpants and he pulled them off to reveal the very thing you were so eager to see. His eyes never left yours, you noticed when you looked up. His lips crooked into a half smile, and you gulped down the lump in your throat when he pulled his boxers off.

"Xiao…" You looked up at him again. He was climbing on top of you, his cock sitting on the top of your stomach impatiently. He was… big. His lips found yours, moving in a rhythm that seemed like your lips were dancing. His tongue brushed over your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth obediently. You were flat on your back by now, Xiao touching every part of your body as if it's the last time. "I can't take it."

"You can." Xiao buried his face in your neck and pinned your hands above you, and in one swift move he connected his hips with your own. His teeth sunk into your neck, and the pain from being used like this made you scream at the top of your lungs. He was right, you could take it, better than you thought. "So good."

Xiao grabbed your thighs and lifted them in the air, the position was more than enough for you, but not for Xiao. He was thrusting into you as if it didn't leave you breathless, and it would have felt better if he let you adjust to him. It was like he turned into a wild animal, and couldn't wait any longer to eat his prey.

"So wet for me… so perfect." Xiao pushed himself into you, as far as you could possibly let him, knocking the life out of you and getting you to shoot your eyes open to stare at him. He stopped and was now kissing your body, whispering things to himself. "Covered in my marks… screaming my name… you're beautiful…"

You reached out to cup his face, bringing him up to your lips where you gave him a long kiss. He pulled back and looked at you through long lashes, then looked down to where the two of you connected. He slowly pulled himself out, then thrust back into you again. The movement had your back off the bed and arching for more friction.

Xiao placed a hand gently on your throat, and harshly on your stomach, where you felt him in you. You knew that if you looked down, you would see his throbbing cock in you. It was hot just imagining it, and you needed for him to continue moving. You bucked your hips, but before you could let out your soft moan, Xiao began thrusting into you at a speed you didn't know he could do.

With his hand on your stomach, pressing on it while he aggressively thrust into you, and his fingers pressing the sides of your throat and choking you slightly, you felt yourself coming once more, all over the man that only knew how to overstimulate you.

He continued to abuse your pussy, that was now throbbing in pain. You wanted him to stop, but he wasn't going to. Something about his determination made him more attractive. When you finally opened your eyes, you caught Xiao staring at you with a suggestive look. He licked his lips, breathing heavily as he somehow became more aggressive.

You let out a groan when you felt the pain getting worse, and tapped on Xiao's shoulder to let him know. He immediately pulled out and placed his cock on your stomach, still as eager and big as before, precum dripping on your stomach. He didn't finish, so you were going to help him.

With difficulty, you sat up and pushed Xiao down on the bed so he was now flat on his back. He seemed frustrated, but also anxious to see what you will do. You sat on his thigh, grinding on it while your hands wrapped around his cock. Xiao groaned and ran a hand through your hair, while his other hand covered his flushed face.

You licked his tip as if he wasn't already frustrated, as if he wasn't about to grab your head and push you down on his cock. You slowly wrapped your tongue around his tip, swirling around him while your hand stroked his base. You then felt him grip your hair and pull you away, looking at you with furrowed brows and anger seeping through his veins.

You smiled and continued stroking him with your hands, clearly getting somewhere when he whimpered and let you go. You went down to take him in your mouth completely, and that was all it took before his hot seed painted the inside of your mouth. You swallowed him up, leaving not a drop left, while looking him in the eyes.

His cheeks were painted red, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead and to the back of his head. His chest was red, fists white from gripping the bedsheets. He was like a beautiful landscape that you wanted to take a picture of and keep forever.

"You're so dirty." He said out of the blue, still breathless. He sat up, pulling you higher on his lap when he realised you stopped grinding on him at some point. His fingers found your clit again, pinching it and bolting you awake. Glaring at his mischievous grin, you couldn't help but pull yourself in to kiss him. "Y/N, don't."

"Why not?" You frowned, shifting on his lap from the weird sensation of grinding on him. Not only that, the overstimulation left you sort of wanting more. You could lay under him for hours if it meant his hands were on you. "We kissed before, why are you so scared now?"

"If I kiss you, it won't be because we just had sex." He whispered, running his hand up and down your side while looking into your eyes.

Chapter 2

[tenhoei]

Stockholm Syndrome

Childe is convinced you're going to obey him no matter what he does, in the most respectful way possible.

Master list!

Switch!Childe X fem!reader

Warnings: sex. That's all. It's all sex. Oh and Stockholm Syndrome. Nothing major tho hehe

I wrote so many Childe fanfics it's as if I could make a whole ass book, it's like a Bible now, I'm writing a Childe Bible.

Not edited. Enjoy hehe

♡

Having been locked in a small room, that barely had all the necessities for you to survive, you lost count of how long you have been there for. It could have been days, weeks, or possibly even months, there was no way of knowing.

The man that kidnapped you, the one that goes by the name Childe, and has a devilishly stunning appearance that you grew fond of, went in and out of your small room. He would bring you snacks, any sanitary products, books, games, and just general entertainment.

You resented him for keeping you here, but you loved that way he cared for you. You were healthier than ever before thanks to his frequent visits, and constant nagging about how you should be eating properly, even in captivity. He was not a good kidnapper.

"Childe." You reached out to him just before he left the room again. He mentioned he had to leave for a while this time, meaning that you won't get the same good treatment, and it made you scared. "Why must you leave?"

"Why must I leave? Well, that's because I have to get to work." He turned around and smiled at you. He reached into his pocket and took out a small charm, something you would buy at a festival as a souvenir, and handed it to you. "Since I'll be gone a while, take this and think of me when you're lonely. I promise to bring back nice snacks for you."

"Why can't I leave?" You finally had the courage to ask him the burning question. Even if you couldn't leave, you wanted to stay near him at all times. You didn't care to go back to your family, or your friends, you just wanted to be with Childe.

"Oh, well, that's a bit more complicated." Childe sat on a chair, and you sat on the floor as if waiting for him to tell you a story. "I need something from your father. Usually I wouldn't go as far as kidnapping someone, but his outstanding debt to us is becoming a bit of an issue. I will now negotiate with him. You can go back home if he gives me my money."

"But… am I not enough? Can't you take me as payment?" You looked at him with hopeful and bright eyes, like he was the stairway to heaven. Childe took a second looking at you, thinking, contemplating whether it was worth it or not. This wasn't legal, but did he care at this point? Nothing he did was legal.

"You'd be more than enough." Childe reached down and ran a finger across your cheek, but pulled away as soon as he realised what he was doing. "I must do this. It's my job, I hope you understand. I've already said far too much."

"I won't tell anyone, please." You reached out to hold his hand, and he returned the weak grip. "I don't want to go back home, I want to stay with you."

"What you're saying is insane." Childe stood up reluctantly. "Please do read the books I've brought you, I will be back soon."

And with that, he left. No goodbye, no smiles, just a quick glance and the shut of an iron door. The lock clicked, and soon followed multiple different locks and chains that kept you secured in this room. No window, but the interior wasn't worn down.

A few weeks went by, slowly and agonisingly. You began to feel as if the life was being drained out of you, and the nourishment that you were getting wasn't enough. The books weren't interesting, the games were overplayed, and you couldn't remember if you were taking meds properly. Usually Childe would help you take them, but now you were just confused.

One night, you couldn't sleep well and stayed half awake, therefore hearing everything that was happening while you slept. You could hear the loud sound of footsteps, a chain noise being made every time the person took a step. You knew that noise.

Childe.

Opening your eyes, you set them on the bright light coming from the doorway, and then the smiling face that looked down at you. Childe was finally back.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry, please go back to sleep." Childe kneeled down and patted your head gently, but you were really excited to see him now. "Oh, you're persistent. It's quite late, please do sleep."

"What are you doing here?" You sat up and rubbed your eyes, trying to fully wake up. "Did you finish your work?"

"I'm going to take you upstairs." Childe said, standing up and sliding an arm under your knees, and then another under your back, lifting you from the bed.

"Wait- no- why? What happened? Did my father pay you?" You panicked while in Childe's arms. This wasn't how you envisioned everything ending - you were confident that Childe was going to keep you here forever.

"No, he didn't. I just want you upstairs." Childe said, a chuckle following his words. "He wasn't even worried about you, that bastard."

Your blanket fell, and you were being carried out of the dark basement. Watching as the bright light took over your vision, you noticed it was night outside, and everything was still in the house that you were in. Childe was quiet, turning the lights off before going upstairs.

"I can walk myself if I'm too heavy for you." You wanted to get out of his arms, but he only held you closer, eyes locking with yours.

"Don't move, you're not meant to be out of that room. You're going to be my little secret tonight." He said and walked through a bedroom door, closing it after himself and placing you on a soft, red, armchair.

His words repeat in your head, not even thinking about the fact that your father didn't pay him back. My little secret tonight… did he want you in the same ways you wanted him?

"You look pale, have you been eating?" Childe kneeled down and ran his fingers over your face, slowly going over your lips, his eyes locking with yours once again to see your reaction. "You look so fragile."

You stayed silent and waited for his next move, and were shocked to see him stand up and lean towards you, your face cupped in his hand while the other supported his weight. He slowly moved in to press his lips against yours, a soft and touching peck, not having much meaning, only given to you to see your reaction.

He pulled away, but upon seeing your red, satisfied face, he tilted his head and deepened the kiss, patiently waiting for your response, but you couldn't give one because you didn't know how.

"Did I misunderstand?" He couldn't help but laugh, avoiding eye contact, feeling embarrassed. This was a new feeling for him, to be wrong. "I'm sorry, I'll leave."

"No, you didn't, I promise." You quickly pulled him back, catching him by surprise. His wide eyes met your desperate ones, and you couldn't help but try to get closer to him. "I don't know how. I'm sorry."

"Would you like me to teach you?" Childe asked, and you vigorously nodded. You would do anything, just to have him near you at all times, especially in a way as intimate at this. "Okay, let's switch positions."

You stood up immediately, letting Childe fall on the red armchair, and he soon pulled you on top of him, so that you were straddling him. His hand secured you on his lap by holding your waist, while the other was placed at the back of your neck, slowly pulling you in.

His lips handed on yours again, pecking them softly. "Just do what I'm doing," he said. You nodded gently and followed the movement of his lips, your hands found themselves on his chest and around his shoulders. You felt as he smiled into the kiss, massaging your thigh now with the hand that left your waist.

You never thought you were going to be in his arms, not so soon at least. The whole time in that basement, in captivity, you thought you were either going to get killed, or worse. But, if it was Childe, you would let him do anything to you. It was a gruesome thought process to have, but it was true.

Your hand moved down to the buttons on his trousers, undoing one, and holding the zipper, about to pull it down, until Childe pulled away from you and looked down. He couldn't help but chuckle at what you're doing, looking up at you again.

"Do you know what you're doing?" He asked you, his hand travelling to hover over yours. You looked at him, and then down at the bulge that you're covering. When looking at Childe again, his face grew red in embarrassment. "I just don't think you should get yourself into something you won't be able to get out of."

"I can do this." You said, your voice coming out as a whisper. Childe moved his hand up to bring behind your neck, drawing you in for another long kiss. His tongue found its way across your bottom lip, and then in your mouth.

His sloppy kiss became more needy, him biting your lip, sucking your tongue, and grinding his hips into yours. You unzipped his trousers and palmed his excitement under his boxers. A sigh escaped his lips, his eyes now closed and lips hovering over yours. He looked at you, shaking his head.

"You're gonna have to stop playing with me." He chuckled, but he clearly tried to cover up the fact that he was touch deprived, and would do anything for any sort of contact. "Quick, before I get on top of you."

"I want you on top." You said, earning a reaction you didn't think would come out of him. His lips found your neck, biting down harshly. You winced, pushing him away. "What was that?"

"Take the shirt off. And the pants." He demanded, his rough voice turning you on. He took a deep breath and looked you in the eye. "Everything. Take everything off."

You followed his instructions and took your shirt off, one that he gave you while in the basement. Frankly, all of the clothes that you wore were his. You stood up and slipped out of the rest of your clothes, then took Childe's extended arm and straddled him again.

It was when you were on him again that you realised his bulging excitement was now fully out, and you were aware of how big he really was. Childe pulled you in and gave you a long kiss, then trailed his kisses down your body. You loved the sensation of his lips on your skin, it felt exhilarating.

"Come." He lifted you up gently, and it was at this moment you realised that he wanted you to finally ride him. Your heart sped up at the thought, you were both scared and excited. Your eyes were on his, as his were on yours. "Don't be scared. It's only me."

That's why I'm scared.

You screamed internally, biting your lip. You were mentally prepared to have him in you, but not so much his fingers. You felt him rub your clit and slip a finger into you, the pain not as bad as you originally intended for it to be.

A gasp escaped your lips when he slowly pumped another finger into you and fucked you on his lap. His thumb grazing your clit as if teasing you, he pulled you in to place sloppy kisses on your neck. He then kissed up and bit on your lip.

"You okay?" He asked, looking over your sweating complexion. You nodded and hugged his neck, moving your hips when his movements suddenly stopped. "Tell me when you're close."

"To what?" You frowned, looking at him. Childe turned his head to look at you too. He was confused as to what you were asking, but you were just as confused.

"Are you-" He stopped what he wanted to say, but then shook his head and looked at you again. "Have you ever had an orgasm?"

"Oh." You blushed and shook your head no, while his expression changed to a more surprised one. You never experienced an orgasm, which is why you didn't understand the fascination of sex, even after having done it multiple times.

"You're going to have one." Childe interrupted your thoughts with his determined statement. He smirked and pressed his thumb against your clit, sending shivers through your whole body before he began to pump his fingers in you again.

Your hips moved against his thumb on their own, and you dropped your head on his shoulder so you could focus on your pleasure. You took this same opportunity to leave kisses on Childe's neck, going up to his jaw, and down to his neck again. His breathing became uneven.

You felt a weird pit in your stomach, and a moan escaped when Childe rubbed over a sensitive spot. He then curled his fingers, sending you over the edge, and you felt an odd sensation leaving your body.

"There." Childe kissed your cheek, listening intently as you came down from your first orgasm, your breathing just as shallow as his when you stopped giving him love bites. "I'm going in now, okay?"

You didn't know what he meant, but that quickly changed when you felt his tip slide into you with ease. Your eyes widened and you looked at him as he carefully pushed you down more. He was a lot bigger now that he was in you, not to mention how weird it felt. In a good way.

He pulled you in to kiss you, a hiss escaping his lips when you finally sat on him completely. Your clit was sensitive and throbbing, but you were definitely ready for him. Your nails dug into his shoulders, so perhaps that's why he was hissing.

Slowly, you started jumping in small hops, taking Childe by surprise. He groaned and leaned his head back, his grip now strong on your thighs. You went in to leave hickeys over his neck, something you wanted to do for a while, leaving Childe in his own little world as he savoured the moments.

His release was a lot closer than he'd like to admit. The image of you whining before him, having your first orgasm, the biting, the kissing, and most importantly the attraction towards him threw him over the edge. He couldn't help but grip your hips and push you down on him completely.

An action that made you scream, an embarrassing moan came out straight afterwards. But before you knew it, Childe had already come inside of you. He was breathing heavily, his Adams apple was poking out as if wanting to escape. He was like a whole train wreck.

"God, you're fucking me over." Childe took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around your waist, his head burrowing into your neck. He then whispered in your ear before giving your shoulder a kiss. "I'm sorry for this."

You were confused as to why he was apologizing, but then he picked you up and thrusted into you as if you were some sort of light toy. He continued to use you to reach his orgasm again, arms wrapped tightly around you, head buried in your neck.

The thrusts were a lot faster than what you could take, but you didn't completely hate it. Despite this, you found yourself starting to cry at how overstimulated you were. Childe's movements became slower, as if he was getting tired, but you realised it might have been because he was near his release again.

It took a few more minutes, but with the sudden hard thrust on his dick (hehe) he groaned in your ear and you felt him fill you up again. It occurred to you that he was completely inside of you, as unhealthy and scary as that sounded, it was definitely a turn in to just sit on him.

"I'm sorry." He said, a hand caressing your cheek and wiping away the tears that managed to spill out. He gave you a soft kiss, using his other hand to rub your stomach. The weird gesture gave you a nice feeling, and when he pushed on your abdomen, you felt how he was still in you. "Are you okay?"

"I liked it." You said and cupped his face, kissed him back. You haven't gotten the hang of kissing him with tongue yet, but you gave him whatever you had. "I want to do it again."

"Not now." Childe chuckled and leaned back in the armchair, hugging you close and kissing your forehead. You enjoyed the feeling of him still inside of you, and the faint sound of his fastened heartbeats. "Let me stay like this for a bit, you're so warm."

You nodded, but you were sort of tired. You only managed to get a few hours of sleep in, and the sudden environment change, plus the sex, took it out of you. Before you knew it, you were asleep in Childe's arms.

[tenhoei]

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