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It had all started on the same evening. Both of you were present at the Fatui’s office party with countless other people working for the organization—some you had never even seen before. To your surprise, the higher-ups were present as well, casually mingling among all the other people. The gathering had been oh-so-carefully organized in order to improve the relationships between colleagues.
You couldn’t spot anyone you were acquainted with, much to your luck; worst of all, none of them were answering any of your desperate calls. Had they even bothered to come all the way here?
After a little hopeless search, you gave up and decided to indulge yourself in a drink instead before heading back home. With a glass tightly in your grip, you quietly sat down somewhere and began taking small sips. The taste of citrus gently danced on your tongue as you enjoyed the libation to its fullest.
Just as you were going to take the last sip, someone wordlessly took a seat next to you with a filled wine glass in her hand. It was Arlecchino.
The two of you weren’t that close, but were on good terms regardless—something you were thankful for because she was your superior and you wouldn’t want someone like that to hate you.
The short silence was carefully broken by your greeting, to which the woman greeted you back. “A boring occurrence, isn’t it?” She asked before taking a sip, her voice smooth as ever.
You laughed, “Hmm, a bit… It would’ve been much more interesting if some of my colleagues had shown up instead.”
Upon that answer Arlecchino chuckled faintly, tone so low only you could hear.
Then began the awkward silence again, and your eyes began drifting towards your distracted superior. She was looking quite fine if you had to say so; her usual fancy attire was ditched for a more casual look. The white shirt she wore was partly unbuttoned, which exposed her collarbones and neck. Her low ponytail was resting over her shoulder, lazily going up and down with every breath she took. Not to mention that her sleeves were rolled back all the way to her elbows, partly exposing her tattoos.
The sight made your heart skip a beat ot two. You had a small crush on her since you’ve started working for the organization—but come on, who wouldn’t? However, being realistic is important sometimes. She was way out of your league to begin with.
And just because you caught her looking in your direction a few times did not mean that she had developed an interest in you as well. That was basically false hope you were giving to yourself. Besides, Arlecchino is in a much higher position compared to you after all, so she was probably checking if you were properly doing your work.
“Is something the matter? You’ve been looking at me for a while…”
“Ah!”
Great, what the hell am I going to say now?
“N-no, everything’s fine. It’s just… Your attire is just different from usual, it uhm… It caught my attention.” With honesty you replied while shyly looking down. You didn’t have it in you to look at her again, not now.
The woman replied with a soft hum as she swirled her wine. “Judging from how long you’ve been goggling, I’m guessing you’ve liked it?”
“I–”
Just admit it now, you’ve been caught anyway.
“You know what, yeah. I do like it, it looks good.” And there your heart went again, beating so hard that it might jump out of your chest at any second. The fingers holding the stem of your glass were trembling like twigs on a windy day.
The sight of your flustered cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by Arlecchino; she was utterly enjoying the situation she deliberately put you in. Without muttering a word, she slowly let her arm rest on the back of your chair.
Before taking a sip from her wine, she told you something that would make your breath hitch: “You look quite fine yourself, little miss.”
When you looked up in shock, she was nonchalantly drinking her wine. Drinking as if she hadn’t swept you off your feet just now with just a sentence. Worst of all? She was doing all that while looking devilishly marvelous. Her arm resting behind you made you swoon; her body was so close that you could easily smell faint hints of her perfume, but she didn’t touch you—there was no contact.
“Besides, would you like another drink? I’m going to grab another glass of wine for myself so I can bring you another drink if you’d wish that.”
With a nod you replied and gladly handed the glass over in your hand. The aroma of Mondstadt’s high-quality alcohol was always pleasant on your tongue. As she took the glass, her fingertips brushed against your skin, and once more, you were left flustered.
The words that had left her lips tonight had quite the influence on you. You did have some small talk with her before a meeting or after spotting her in a nearby coffee shop, but the contents of the conversation were usually work-related matters. Maybe the alcohol played a role in this? But the party started not too long ago, so she couldn’t have had too many drinks. Aside from that, she wasn’t even an irresponsible drinker to begin with.
When she entered your eyesight again, walking all handsomely with two filled glasses in her palm, you became all nervous and giddy. You happily thanked her for the drink and took a little nip from it once she sat down once more.
“Man, they surely went for the more expensive stuff for this event. The taste is quite good!” You beamed joyfully.
The sudden exclamation earned you a little laugh from the woman. Her smooth voice was intoxicating you as she commenced to ramble about some other fancy drinks you shouldn’t miss. But you had to be honest, you couldn't care less about the booze right now. The only thing you wanted was something to occur between the two of you, even if the chances were slim to almost nonexistent.
More glances were exchanged between you both as the festivity went on, and before any of you could realize the time to head home had knocked on the door. There you stood next to her, getting ready to go to your apartment as you tightly wrapped your scarf around your neck.
Arlecchino opened the door for you, like the gentleman she was. “We had quite an enjoyable time. I had actually planned to leave early because events of this kind are earisome to me, but I’m glad I saw a familiar face out there.”
“My god, I did not look that lonely, did I?” You questioned as the cold air hit your face—it surely did you some good considering the tipsy state you were in.
Arlecchino shook her head with a faint smile, “No, no… Don’t you worry.”
“I’m already upset that I couldn’t taste some of that dandelion wine, I don’t wanna become even more upset,” you joked as you walked alongside her.
“I should’ve brought you a glass when they still had some.”
“Pfft, it’s fine,” you mumbled against the soft wool of your scarf, “Besides, I would prefer to taste it from your lips instead.”
When the small smile on Arlecchino’s face shifted to a more taken aback expression, the realization that you had made a grave mistake dawned upon you, but it was already too late.
“I… I…, uhm,” you stuttered, but she talked over your words. What could you even say to her now? And worst of all, she’s your superior, so a simple sorry wouldn’t suffice.
“Did you mean that?”
“Huh?”
“Were you serious just now? Did you really mean that?” Arlecchino repeated as her stern gaze never left your embarrassed face. You could never figure out what went on inside her head, not even now.
“I– Yes– Wait, no! I…” Despite the cold weather, beads of sweat began to form on your forehead as your cheeks got dusted in a pinkish hue. Your eyes darted from upper right to lower left in order to look at anything but her.
Just give up and admit the truth. This is nothing but a dead-end.
“Ugh, damn it! Yes. Yes, I did mean it,” you exclaimed with nothing but great shame as tears began to swell in your eyes. “But please just forget about it!”
The woman next to you began to smirk as she stepped closer, to which you immediately took some steps back. One step forward from her meant one step backwards for you. “And what if I simply don’t?”
The tone she questioned you with managed to awaken the butterflies in your stomach. Her voice was even more intoxicating than the alcohol in your bloodstream. It was addictive. Your previous embarrassment began to fade away.
“Uhm… T-then I uuuhh…” as you mentally calmed your senses down, you took a deep breath. All the stress you were experiencing made you sweat and caused you to be at a total loss for words. “Please let’s just act like nothing happened. I… I don’t want it to become all awkward for us at work.”
By the time you were done talking, the nearby cold wall had collided with your back, and Arlecchino was towering closely over you. Without wasting a second, she put one of her tattooed hands on the said wall.
Great, you were sandwiched.
On the contrary, Arlecchino was enjoying every minute of this. As she leaned closer, her warm breath caressed your face. She had never been this near to you: Every single one of her eyelashes was countable now, every little crease around her eyes could be examined by you. “You might want to hurry up a bit, little miss,” she warned in a teasing manner. “The taste won’t linger on my tongue forever.”
“You’re not going to let me leave, are you?” You asked with defeat yet hope in your voice.
“No, unless you’re uncomfortable, that is.”
“Then,” you paused, gathering all your courage to maintain eye contact whilst asking for consent, “m-may I?”
The only answer you received was a small nod, before you carefully closed the little gap between the two of you. Her lips felt like silk against yours as you began to lose yourself in them already. The faint taste of dandelion wine gradually made its way onto your tongue, but it didn’t interest you anymore. All you cared about was her.
Her words that made your heart flutter.
Her lips that kissed you oh-so-carefully.
Her touch that left you craving for more.
At first, it was slow like the gentle waves of the sea, but the pace became faster eventually. It became more ravenous, something full of desire.
“Mmh… What if— mmh— what if we get caught?” You managed to mumble in between the hungry kisses, fingers long entangled in each other’s hair as your bodies were pressed against each other.
Arlecchino soundlessly parted her mouth from yours before giving an answering, "That's the least of my worries right now, but we could go somewhere else if you'd like that."
“Uhm,” Upon looking closely, you noticed how smudges of your lipstick could be seen on the spot you had been hungrily kissing her. Seeing your lipstick on her skin gave you a feeling of excitement, as a fuzzy feeling slowly appeared between your legs. “I'd prefer that, if you wouldn't mind."
"Not at all. My apartment is a bit further from here, so I’ll have to drive."
Her apartment… That could lead to something more intimate…
"That's fine!"
Going to Arlecchino's home was not on your to-do list for tonight, but you surely didn't complain. Seriously, how could you even? The handsome woman you’d been admiring for so long was eagerly pressing your body against the wall just to kiss you, and she kind of invited you over to her home.
And God knows what other lustful acts you two would do in the middle of the night behind closed doors.
In the blink of an eye, you found yourself in the passenger seat of her car.
While Arlecchino was too busy driving, your eyes shyly darted from her face to your lap. If someone came up to ask you what you liked about her, you’d say everything. Every little thing she did was hot in your opinion. The way she checked her rearview mirror made you fold for whatever reason... Were you seriously that down bad? Since when?
Maybe it was time to remove the word “little” from “little crush”.
Once the car ride was finally over and the two of you were all alone in the ascending elevator, Arlecchino was all over your lips again. It started with the same slow pace, then it evolved into something wilder, little by little. Something that left both of your bodies craving for more. One hand cupped your cheek to stroke it as the other one rested behind your head.
Keeping up with a breathtaking pace like this was something entirely new for you.
Just as the kissing became sloppier, the elevator came to a halt with a small ding, and you had to stop again—much to your dismay. Was it really that hard to have a proper make-out session with her?
“We’ll continue soon,” she murmured teasingly against your ear before leading the way inside her so-called apartment.
“...When you said apartment, I didn’t really expect this,” you admitted as you examined every single corner of her penthouse. Every piece of furniture in the room screamed rich. The tall, large windows began to intimidate you even yet the view from this height was simply something else.
Arlecchino joined your side soon, her hand slowly making its way onto your lower back. “Well, what did you expect, hmm?”
“Certainly not a penthouse,” you replied with a laugh, “but anyway, it must have taken a while to style it this beautifully.”
“Hmm, as much as I appreciate the compliments on my home,” Arlecchino uttered as she stepped behind you, a pair of muscular arms soon finding their way around your waist. “I’d like to continue where we left off.”
Right before you could reply, your neck got covered in kisses this time. Her lips had found your jawbone first, and they leisurely explored your neck later on. Some of her kisses were soft, while the other ones probably left a mark due to how long and hard they were.
The feeling of all those kisses was so heavenly, it slowly made you wet; you were enjoying her acts more than you should’ve.
“And,” Arlecchino mumbled as she carried on with her kisses. “Was the wine good?”
“Hmm? But I didn’t have—”
“The first kiss, little miss.”
How could you even forget? “Ah, it certainly was, yes… Thank you… But I…”
“You?”
“I prefer the taste of your lips instead,” you shyly admitted as your eyes pointed downward out of instinct, your hands hovering over hers like a soft feather.
Another harsh kiss, accompanied by a little bite, was planted onto the lower side of your neck. “You’ve been driving me crazy for the last few months.”
“What do you– Ah–!” And in one swift movement, your feet got swept off the ground. Arlecchino was effortlessly carrying you around in her penthouse—bridal style, at that. “W-wait, where are we going?”
“To my bedroom, of course.”
Oh God, that single sentence coming from her mouth made your pussy throb already, and you weren’t even undressed to begin with. Once the woman stepped foot in the said room, she delicately put you down on the silken sheets and wasted no time getting on top of you.
And there the two of you were. You under her, her on top of you. Cheeks both flushed because of all the kissing and teasing done in the last hour. Maybe going to that party, despite your colleagues ignoring the hell out of you, was so worth it after all.
“Now, before I continue again… Are you okay with things… How do I put it…? Progressing?”
“Ah- uhm- definitely! I mean, y-yeah…”
When she heard your exclamation full of excitement, she couldn’t contain the grin that was about to form on her lips. “If you’re not comfortable with something I’m doing or about to do, don’t hesitate to let me know. And keep in mind that you can back out whenever you want to.”
You answered wordlessly with a nod first, a timid smile coating your lips. “Aaaaalright… But you have my consent, so… Guess I’m all yours then?”
“Guess you are, little miss.”
And once more, your skin began to sense the warmth of her lips again. This time, she commenced from the shell of your ear and lazily made her way towards your cheek. Every single caress, every one of her kisses left you feeling hot and needy. The desire for more arose, but rushing would ruin the atmosphere.
When she had finally reached the corner of your mouth, you immediately pulled her in for a kiss yourself. Something deep, fast, and passionate that made the two of you groan. Your bodies became intertwined as the kiss deepened. Her tattooed fingers were becoming one with your locks as your legs were loosely wrapped around her body.
Little by little, her free hand began to slide under your shirt until her fingertips reached your bra. She managed to unclasp it with one hand as she carried on with the kiss. The realization hit you when you two stopped to catch your much-needed breath.
Arlecchino was looking at you with the biggest grin on her face. “You’re surely kissing me like there’s no tomorrow, huh? Don’t worry, no one’s taking me away from you.”
There your shyness knocked on the door again. “Well… uhm… I might never get a chance like this again… I guess I got too carried away,” you murmured as you put a strand of her hair behind her pierced ear. “But can you blame me, though?"
“Hmm… not really, if we keep in mind how many times I caught you gaping at me during work,” Arlecchino teasingly admitted as her hands leisurely began unbuttoning your shirt. Did she seriously have to bring that up while she undressed you?
As you discreetly moved your head to look away out of shame of getting caught, she grabbed your chin and tenderly moved your head to make eye contact. “What happened, hmm? All shy now that you got caught?”
“You looked at me too… sometimes!”
“Oh, did I? Anyway, could you stand up a bit for me, dear? Let me take those clothes off.”
As you obeyed her, you also complained, “Yes, you did!”
“Maybe I was simply checking if you were doing your work right? That’s my task as your superior.” Arlecchino explained as she tossed your top and bra aside with a smirk.
And there you were, half-naked and tremendously horny in front of your superior–
“But you– Hng~”
–who was sucking and biting your nipple to shut your pretty mouth on purpose. She was more than aware of what she was doing. But she looked disgustingly hot doing so, with her half-lidded eyes full of lechery. The sensation of her warm tongue on your sensitive spot made you halt with your words.
“Out of words, little miss?” She teased again with her silky voice. Even her teasing was a blessing for your ears.
“No, that’s not it… I– Hmm~” another moan managed to escape your lips. Gosh, this was pathetic. “Fuck it, j-just continue–”
“Good girl, thought so.”
She was driving you nuts with the way she kept her mouth and hand busy with your breasts. With every passing second, your panties became even wetter. You didn’t even know it was possible to become this wet.
Whimpers upon whimpers left your lips as her mouth moved from your nipple to your abdomen with open-mouthed kisses and licks. Every time Arlecchino looked up, all she saw was a you who was going crazy over her.
Yet despite all the desires, she was still a big gentleman. Asking for your consent once more with those irresistible eyes before unbuckling your belt. You answered by unwrapping your legs from her waist, and she wasted no time getting those pants off. Arlecchino’s hands moved with nothing but eagerness as she removed and tossed the last piece of clothing aside.
“You sure are a sight to behold,” she admitted whilst her jet black eyes lingered on your naked figure; her pupils were taking every single detail in. From the way you lie under her to how you bashfully avert your eyes after hearing her comment.
“Pff– Thanks, I guess, but do you really think so?”
“Don’t laugh now,” she warned you nicely while repositioning herself on the bed. “When have I ever lied to you, dear? Now open those pretty legs of yours for me.”
The answer in your mind left as quickly as it arrived after Arlecchino’s smooth command entered your ears, and you obediently did whatever you were told—with a hint of shyness. Once they were fully open, she quickly found her way in between them, and so did her hungry lips.
Her lustful kisses had returned; you first felt their warmth on the middle of your thigh with a bite here and there. From there, they lazily went to your south as if they had all the time in the world.
She was taking her sweet time while doing all of this; you were certain it was on purpose to excite you even more, yet proving it was the last of your worries right now. The pleasure was starting to get to your head.
Once you felt the wetness of her tongue between your folds, it was over. All the pleasure and attention on your sensitive clit made you want to close your legs, but Arlecchino’s grip on your thighs was pinning them down.
Traces of your slick rested on her face, but the only thing the woman between your legs was focused on was pleasuring the fuck out of you. She did everything to your clit, from licking to sucking, just so she could hear your sweet little moans. Her tongue danced greedily between your saliva-covered folds as you almost reached your high.
“Hng~ Fuck~Please don’t stop–” you pleaded desperately as you gripped her bedsheets like your life depended on it. You were on cloud nine.
And the only answer you received was a deep hum—one that vibrated against your throbbing pussy. God, even the vibration of her voice against that spot drove you out of your mind.
“S-so good– Ah~”
And she looked so fine doing it? The sight of her handsome face between your legs made you even hornier than you already were. Even the sight was good enough to almost make you cum.
All it took you to finally come undone was a few more ravenous licks and sucking coming from her. You mumbled a small fuck as you took deep breaths in order to regain your composure, your chest heaving with every pant.
Meanwhile, Arlecchino looked all put-together like always. With her thumb, she wiped traces of cum away from her face while gazing into your eyes and licked it clean. “Can’t let it go to waste, y’know,” she teased as she joined your side on the bed.
That earned her a hearty chuckle from you, “Now you’re the one driving me crazy,” you replied. “Anyway, uhm… It felt good… very good actually… I enjoyed it a lot.”
“Hmm, your moans made that very obvious, but the confirmation is much appreciated.” Arlecchino’s fingertips lightly put a strand of hair behind your ear while teasing you, chin resting in her hand as she lay sideways behind you.
“You–! Ugh… I don’t even have the energy to fight back.”
“No energy already? And here I was thinking we would go for a second round.”
“Oh!"