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It’s so annoying.
You watch as Quanxi walks ahead of you, a good distance away, smoking a cigarette as she surveys the area for the devil you’re supposed to be hunting.
Though, your mind couldn’t be any less focused right now—memories of what transpired between you two months ago playing on repeat. Ever since she brushed it off, it’s like she’s dedicated herself to making sure you know just how much it doesn’t faze her.
Why did you have to be the one stuck reminiscing over old shit while she gets to just breeze by it? It’s so annoying because you want her to acknowledge it. It’s what you’ve been trying to get her to do for so long now. And with how little you get to see her, each moment means so much more.
But this is the last time. You promised yourself.
It’s the reason why you took this mission, you don’t even usually jump to be on the front lines of devil hunting—but your feelings have gotten the best of you.
“This way.” Quanxi speaks without turning toward you, pointing down an empty street.
You nod as you follow her, even though she can’t see, chest tightening.
You aren’t a ridiculous person. You don’t just get in your feelings for anything; this isn’t just anything. This is a crush you’ve been sitting on for maybe two years now that spiraled out of control.
Now you’re stuck taking on the role of a lovesick puppy as you follow Quanxi around, everyone in the division giving you sympathetic looks whenever you enter behind her.
Though this is a more recent development. Because prior to a few months ago you wee content with being a causal to Quanxi, just someone she knows of and talks to from time to time. But at the company’s end of the year party a while back, you got tipsy and let the alcohol propel you. And it did.
It propelled you all the way to Quanxi’s side where you spoke for a while. Genuine conversation and friendly touches. You were happy in that moment, just being able to connect with her, giddiness flowing through you.
But the more you drank, the looser you got—and the looser you got, the touchier.
Quanxi didn’t even react as your hand began staying on her longer and longer. Your body inching closer until you were thigh to thigh in the booth you were seated at. She was watching you and you were watching her.
Not once did your attention shift too far because by then, your mind was already made up.
You’ll never forget her smirk as she asked you if you were drunk. You said no, giggling at your proximity, and she placed her hand on your thigh. It felt like electricity flowed through you, your entire body heating at her touch. And when she asked you if it was okay, you placed your hand atop hers and nodded.
You think that’s when she really got the memo because she leaned in, stopping right before your lips touched. “Are you over here for a reason?”
“You,” you responded confidently, looking at her hotly.
She wasted no time connecting your lips. Her hand came up to hold your cheek as your mouths dragged across each other’s in a heated exchange. The dim lights of the rented-out restaurant made the encounter feel more intimate. You moaned into her mouth when she ran her tongue across your bottom lip, sliding it against yours the moment your lips parted.
It wasn’t her hand slowly slipping beneath your dress. It wasn’t your hands gripping onto her tie to pull her closer. It wasn’t the fact that you two were making out at a party all your peers were attending. You don’t know what it was. She just randomly pulled away and left it at that.
Till this day you still don’t know what made her pull away and it doesn’t seem like you’ll ever know. Because a few days after that run in, a chance to talk to her about it fell into your lap and you took it.
Nothing was resolved.
She shut you down almost immediately, telling you she knows that you were drunk the moment you brought it up. You didn’t even know how to respond. She said it so definitively—like she actually believed it.
You weren’t drunk, tipsy maybe—but not drunk. It was so disheartening to you not only because of her shooting you down, but because she shot you down with something that wasn’t true.
Since then, she’s made it a habit to keep that up too. Anytime you try to bring up that instance or even talk to her about possible feelings she disregards you.
And you hate how you can’t seem to let it go, but you haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. She sneaks into your thoughts even when you’re at your busiest, always lingering in the back of your mind.
And your attraction to her has only doubled since that kiss, your crush turning suffocating. That’s why you plan to free yourself today. You won’t allow her dismissal to stand. Today, you’ll find out whether that meant anything at all.
“There it is.” Quanxi says stoically, sliding out one of her swords.
You turn to see a moderate-sized monstrosity on the opposite end of the street, busy smashing through parked cars. The devil notices Quanxi before it notices you—which honestly makes sense. She doesn’t hesitate, sprinting forward with frightening speed while you move in behind her, ready to support.
The creature shrieks as she slices through one of its arms like it’s nothing, her movements clean and efficient. You’ve seen her fight before, but it still sends a thrill through you every time—the power she wields and the precision she has.
You help where you can, distracting it long enough for her to land the final blow. It dissolves into wet nothing on the pavement, leaving only silence and the smell of iron behind.
Quanxi doesn’t even look winded. She flicks her blade to clear it, then slides it back into place. No comment. Just a short nod in your direction before turning on her heel and walking past you.
“That’s it. Good work,” she says. Your chest tightens again.
“I’m coming with you.” you catch up to her, falling into pace. She doesn’t spare you glance but she snorts as she fixes her blazer.
“I’m serious.”
She just shrugs, walking alongside you silently. Even allowing you to slide next to her in the car waiting for her.
The walk to her hotel room has your conviction wavering a little but you’re still determined. Even more so by her uncaring demeanor. It’s like she’s escorting you—walking ahead of you, opening doors, and leading you into the elevator.
When she finally swipes into the hotel room, holding the door open for you to enter—you consider leaving. Just briefly. Because of how unreceptive she’s being. She probably won’t even say anything to you, just stare. It’s very possible.
But you owe it to yourself to put an end to the loop you’ve been trapped in. So, you step into the suite with Quanxi following right behind you, trying to keep your composure.
The seriousness hits you the moment the door clicks shut, the confidence that carried you here already thinning. Mouth dry. You actually aren’t sure how to tackle this. Your desperation may have led you to believe you were more confident than you are. The scenarios where this encounter goes horribly wrong flood your mind again.
Quanxi ignores your rigid stance near the entrance and disappears into the bedroom, the smell of cigarette smoke letting you know she began smoking.
Gathering your courage, you take a few silent deep breaths and make your way into the bedroom.
Turning into the suite, you’re greeted with the sight of Quanxi sat in the chair next to the window—curtains closed, both her blazer and button up discarded. Puffs of smoke blocking her face.
The fire burning from the end of her cigarette was more ominous in the dimly lit room with the only other light flowing through the room coming from the desk lamp. You couldn’t tell she was looking at you until you approached her and her head tilted back to look at you.
“What are you here for?” Quanxi speaks first, blowing out another puff.
“I wasn’t drunk. Not that night.” You spit out plainly, tired of all the push and pull that has happened since your kiss months ago.
“Okay,” she says. “What would you like me to do with that information?”
“Understand that I wanted it.” your heart beats against your chest but you keep going. “That was all me.”
She nods, taking another drag from her cig. “I understand.”
The calm way she says it— like it’s a pointless confirmation— makes irritation flare under your ribs. “You’re not taking me seriously.” You say, moving a little closer.
“Did you want something else?” Quanxi puts out her cig on the tray sat next to her and looks at you thoughtfully.
“I want to kiss you again,” you say pointedly, standing firm against your words even as she raises from her seat and towers over you.
“That’s all?”
A peck follows.
One so small and quick you almost fail to notice it. You look up at Quanxi’s clearly amused face and grimace, because she obviously knows that not at all what you were looking for. That wasn’t even one tenth of what you two had done and the fact that she’s finding this ordeal fun when you had been consumed by for some time now is bothersome.
“That’s not—be serious. We did more than that.” Your voice rises an octave. “I don’t—”
“It weighed on your mind that heavily?” She chuckles and you feel your face heat up.
You roll your eyes and begin to walk away, abashed. Quanxi stops you. Hand fixed on your jaw as she angles your head upward to make you lock onto her face. The action makes your breath hitch, legs pressing closer together. Your body’s reaction to her undeniably not a thing of the past. Her free eye roams your face intensely, watching for any reluctance.
“You remember better than me.” She leans further down, her lips now ghosting over yours. “Remind me.”
You were on her the instant those words left her mouth. Your lips capturing hers in a scorching kiss, hands gripping onto the waistband of her pants as you licked into her mouth brashly. Wanting her to feel how much you’ve wanted this.
The sound of your lips smacking fills the silence of the room and echoes even louder in your head as your mouths grow slick. Paying no mind to your lack of air, you run your hands across her abdomen and sigh at the feeling of the toned muscles underneath her tank top.
Quanxi lets you have your way, keeping up with your relentless pace effortlessly while her hands roam your body—landing on your ass and pulling you closer. You moan when she parts from you to bite and pull at your bottom lip, sucking harshly before delving back in.
Her tongue easily overtakes yours as she steers the kiss into something filthier. One of her hands slides into your hair and pulls your head back without disconnecting your lips.
The sound of your moans mixing as Quanxi sucks your tongue has your panties shamelessly growing wetter than they already were. Probably sticking to you now. And the fire in your abdomen grows even hotter as she spits back into your mouth, your tongues spreading the mix between your mouths as you continue to kiss.
You’re already gone by the time Quanxi walks you backwards and swaps your positions to lay back on the bed. Pulling you along, she has you crawl on top of her, and you do so eagerly.
When you try to reconnect your lips, she refuses. “Be patient.”
A disgruntled whine leaves you, but you sit straight, your legs sprawled on each side of her. She slowly trails her hands over your body. Goosebumps form when she reaches down to your thighs and up to your waist. A slight smile plays on her lips as she notices you growing restless as she gropes your chest.
Your own hands snake under her shirt as she kneads your breast roughly. The lower half of you moves against her on its own accord and Quanxi hums at your attempts to grind on her. Giving one hard squeeze to your chest before tugging on the hem your dress shirt, she looks at you expectantly. And your hands fly to the buttons. Already aware of what she’s asking, you waste no time getting to it.
She goes back to grazing your thighs as you unbutton your shirt. Her eye follows your hands hungrily—grazing turning into gripping as you slide the fabric from your shoulders. After you discard the shirt you return the notion, sliding her shirt upwards and she sits up to let you remove it. With both of you free of your shirts, you’re finally allowed to reconnect your lips. Falling back into your previous rhythm with ease, crazed and messy.
Quanxi readjusts your position so that you’re sat on one of her thighs and you’re already moving—holding onto her shoulders to steady yourself while you grind down on her flexed thigh.
The long-awaited friction against your pussy almost too much for you to handle, each nudge making you shudder. With hands on your hips, she drags you up and down her leg—bouncing her leg every now and then. You lean your head forward as you raggedly chase the release building below your navel, low whimpers falling directly onto her ears.
She takes hold of your head, turning your face away so she can press kisses along the length of your neck. The moans leaving you grow higher as Quanxi’s kisses turn into licking. Then biting. Your grinding turns desperate when she begins sucking at the junction of your neck, leaving a map of hickies behind.
Head lolling to the side helplessly as she draws your ear into her mouth and sucks, finishing by placing a small kiss on your lobe. The whine that leaves you is nothing short of pathetic. You don’t know if you’ve ever been so turned on, your body ridiculously reactive to all her actions.
A hand slides along the back of your neck and guides you into another searing kiss. You can barely reciprocate, mouth falling open as you focus on riding her thigh to your climax. You’re sure the fabric of your pants is being stretched with the way you widen your legs impossibly to increase the pressure against your throbbing pussy.
“Mmm, look at you.” Quanxi coos, her hand slipping around the front of your neck. “Is this what you needed?”
“Ye—” you can’t even get your answer out, words turning to breathy to be coherent.
Her gaze flicker between your face and your gyrating hips, before giving your neck a light squeeze. She coos mockingly as your eyelids flutter and your eyes roll back. You’re so thirsty for your arousal to spill over. Your mouth waters. Quanxi leans forward to press soft kisses along your jaw while she squeezes your neck again, and you speed up even more.
Her whispers of “Good” And “So pretty” only spurring you on, alternating between heavy breaths and whines as you inch closer to your peak.
But the moment you tell her that you’re close, she halts your movements. Iron grip on your waist. No matter how much you try, you can’t move. She holds her face blank as you cry out over being deprived of your climax. Her hand just sweeps back some of the hair that has begun sticking to your forehead, as you complain.
“Shh, it’s okay.” A kiss to your lips. “I’ll take care of you.”
Quanxi makes you stand in front of her, instructing you to back up before pointing to your pants. “Take these off.”
You sigh, frustrated with her edging, and she raises a questioning eyebrow. You hate how quickly your body obeys when she tells you what to do. But then again, you’ve been fantasizing about her endlessly. Pants already down and off your legs at her instruction. When you try to slide your panties down next, she stops you. Beckoning you to come to stand between her spread legs.
Her hands tug your underwear up, making the material curve into your core and your legs jerk violently at the sensation. She smirks.
“Wow,” she teases, continuing to drag your drenched panties against you.
“Quanxi…” you whimper, feeling your pussy pulsate. “please…”
“Please what?” Her hands leave your panties alone and press into your clothed entrance lightly. You mewl, your body lurching forward regardless of your attempts to stand straight.
you grab Quanxi’s wrist and beg shakily. “Please let me cum.”
Quanxi hums and yanks your underwear down in one swift motion, barely giving you time to step out of them. She grabs hold of both of your hands and leads you over her again.
She taps her shoulders and your pussy responds before you do, clenching around nothing. On all fours, your trembling arms carry you over her until your pussy is level with her face.
You hover for a second. Not wanting to slam onto her face but without warning, she pulls you down by your ass. Impatient. You’re unable to prepare for the way her mouth attacks your sensitive mound.
Insatiable as if she had been craving it. Like a woman starved, she presses you further into her mouth. Ravenously sucking and swirling her tongue around your convulsing clit.
You can’t do anything to contain how loud you’re being, consideration for the others on your floor long gone. Arching down as Quanxi teases your entrance with her tongue. You grind your hips around it before rocking down when she thrusts it in, rhythm lacking.
You aren’t even sure the hitched sounds leaving your mouth can count as words, but you attempt anyways. Giving pleading eyes to Quanxi as you sit up straight, hands holding onto both sides of her head. You press down even harder, sobs falling from your mouth. You’re getting closer. She moans into your pussy, and you throw your head back.
“I’m close…” you moan.
You can feel the coil in your stomach tightening and your hips pick up speed. Tighter. Until it snaps. Your vision goes white when you finally reach your climax. The room seems to spin as spasms wrack through your body, mouth open with no sound escaping.
Quanxi’s slurping no longer heard over the ringing in your ears as you tighten your thighs around her face. She continues her ministrations as you ride out your high, hands on your ass still holding you securely in her mouth.
Sliding down from her face and meeting her blissed out expression after taking a moment to come back to earth, makes you keen. Her face is desirous with her mouth slickened with a mix of your juices and her spit.
You take it all in as you wrap your arms around her neck, leaning in to recapture her lips. Your kiss sloppy as you lick into her mouth, tasting yourself and transferring the mess around her mouth to yours.
Quanxi’s hands smooth down your back as you trail your kisses onto her cheek. Her jaw. Then to her ear where you blow as you move to her neck, a giggle escaping you when she jumps. Earning yourself a solid slap on the ass, stinging pain quickly subdued by her massaging.
The heat in the room has long since crossed into stifling, a thin layer of sweat forming over your bodies. She exhales breathlessly as your kisses reach her chest—two pressed against each of her breast before peppering your way to her abdomen. You french kiss the tensed skin there, making sure to suck below her navel.
The high-pitched moan Quanxi lets out makes you grin as you trail further down, pressing a kiss to the waistband of her pants. And another right to her clothed crotch, her lower half jolting upwards.
You make quick work of unbuttoning her pants. Hands not fumbling once as you yank them down along with her panties, finally catching a glimpse of her glistening pussy, So wet it looks like water’s been poured on.
“You’re wetter than me,’ you whisper tauntingly, settling between her legs and lifting them over your shoulders.
“A beautiful woman just came on my face,” she grunts, tangling her hands in your hair as you lick up her legs. “…and now she’s between my legs, how could I not be?”
A pleased smile makes its way to your face. Happy with her answer, you press a delicate kiss to her core and watch as her stomach convulses. You press an opened mouth one to her clit, swirling it around your tongue and her legs constrict around you. Her body quaking with each stimulation given to her pulsing sex.
You drag your tongue lazily up and down the width of her sex, purposely catching on her entrance with each pass.
Her moans grow rapid as you soak your face in her essence. Nose prodding at her clit as you fuck your tongue in and out of her, her hands now pulling at the strands of your hair. You don’t even care that her steel-like grip hurts. You bury your face deeper as her usually lower voice begins reaching octaves you didn’t know it could.
“’S so good xi,” you murmur, squeezing one of your hands between your almost conjoined bodies and spreading your fingers through her juices.
“Fuck.” She gasps, arching her hips toward your face.
You press another idle kiss to her pussy through your fingers. The grip on your hair worsens and turns bruising, causing your head to tilt back slightly. You moan as you lean back in.
Dipping two fingers into her and sucking her clit back in your mouth in a steady rhythm. Then three. She winces when you speed up and shoves herself into your mouth harder, holding you down until your oxygen supply is completely cut off as she chases her release.
Her clenching around your fingers has you sucking furiously, spit dribbling down your chin as she starts fucking herself on your face. Bucking her hips into your mouth. Dragging your face around her pussy as she pushes back onto your fingers. You moan lewdly against her, the sound muffled by the stuffing of your mouth.
“Look at me, sweetheart…” her groan turns into a hoarse whine when your eyes lift to her face. Quanxi’s hips stutter as she quickens her pace, her gaze fixed on you. “You’re making me feel so good.”
You feel drunk off her drawn-out voice and the obscene sounds she’s producing, wanting nothing more than to make her cum. Your fingers quicken and your garbled moans get swallowed up by her pussy.
Both of you are flustered and out of breath. Bodies in overdrive. Your own heat threatening to reignite as you watch her lustful expression morph into ecstasy.
“Im clo—”
She doesn’t even get her words all the way out. Her legs hold you in place as her back arches off the bed, rendering you immobile as she rides out her orgasm on you.
The most you could do is keep your tongue out so she can use you as she pleases. Only movement happening between you is her lifted hips rubbing her syrupy release all over you, the skin of your face now just as wet as your mouth is. Pride swells in you at her disheveled look, knowing it’s all because of you.
When she lets you go, you give a sweet kiss to her twitching pussy. Quanxi’s entire body shivers, her hands almost reaching for your head again. You two catch your breath in comfortable silence, your post orgasmic bodies feeling weightless.
Her legs now dropped beside you and your hair released from her grip. The air of the room thins, and you can hear the sound of the soft hum of the aircon again.
Laying your head against one of Quanxi’s legs, you close your eyes as she cards her fingers through your hair gently.
“Does your head hurt?” She caresses your head apologetically. “I was a bit too rough with you.”
“It’s okay.” You shake your head no, eyes still closed. She hums and reaches down, pulling you back over her.
“I liked it.” you say once you’re situated, your limbs tangled as you’re held close by your waist.
Quanxi makes a smug sound and pecks your lips. You kiss her back, once on her lips then across her face. Your spirits are so high you feel like you’re floating on air. Once you reach for her lips again, she tugs you closer as you share languid kisses. You stroke her cheek as your lips glide together—your mouths moving together the calmest they ever have.
The switch from bed to bath was more tender than you expected. When your kisses stopped meeting hers due to your dozing off, she made you get up. Ignoring your complaints and ushering you into the bathroom attached to the suite, her hands on your hips the entire way.
You lean over to run the bath. Filling the tub with water the hottest it can go, while she removes both of your bras—the only articles of clothing you still had on.
You leaned against her as the water flowed and the temperature of the room rose, steam starting to fog up the mirrors. And she let you rest on her shoulder, her free hand rubbing your back and her other already housing another cigarette. The smoke from it is barely visible through the muggy atmosphere of the bathroom.
By the time the tub was full, your sleepiness had reached its peak—your movements sluggish as you’re dragged into the tub and placed in front of Quanxi. A sigh leaves you as you sink further into the water, hot water lulling you further into doziness. Your head rests on her chest while one of her arms curls around your shoulders, her hand resting over your heart.
All you feel is pure gratification. A dopey smile spreading across your face as you wiggle your toes under the water’s surface while Quanxi lounges behind you. It's almost domestic. The sound of her cigarette burning reaches your ears because of how close you are, but the smoke never blows past you.
Her hand comes up to your lips, offering her cig to you. You look at it for a second before trying to take it, lifting your hand out of the water only for Quanxi to pull it back.
“Hm. When did you start smoking?” her amused voice bounces through the room.
You giggle. It’s a good question; you’ve never really been one to blow through cigarettes. “I don't know. Today could be the day?”
She chuckles, pulling you closer to her and keeping the cig from in front of you.
You fall back into serene silence. The only sound being heard is the water occasionally splashing against the sides of the tub when you move and Quanxi’s occasional tapping. You're cozy. Soothing. You’re halfway asleep when she breaks the silence again.
“There’s no going back to normal after this. You know I won’t allow that.” She leans away for a second then returns, assumingly to put her cig out.
“I don’t wanna go back to normal,” you mumbled, intertwining your fingers with hers.
Quanxi lifts your joined hands to her mouth— “Then we’ll talk about it.” —and presses a kiss to the back of your hand.