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This was the last time you're ever agreeing to go to a frat party. As you held your drink in your hand, you pushed through the sea of people trying to not hurt anyone in the process. The music was blasting, pounding through your ears like a drum.
A bit of the liquid spilled on your hand as a few bodies were tossed against yours which made you scoff. With a quick roll of your eyes, you finally managed to find a group of your friends huddled over the couch. “Beidou! Hey!” You waved over to your friend, catching her attention as she gave you a smile back, a returned wave greeting you with her free hand as the other was being occupied by one of the local frat boys at the party.
She easily won him over in an arm wrestle, slamming down his hand in a flash the minute she saw you as he whimpered in pain. “Hey! There you are, I was wondering where you ran off too.” She smiled, walking over toward you as she grabbed her own bottle that she was just about to finish. You chuckled, gesturing to her to take a seat with you as her eyes followed. “Sorry. Aether was trying to make sure Xiao didn't fall over going to the bathroom.”
She winced, “Yikes… little dude okay?”
“Yeah, he's fine now. We made sure he was getting some rest.” You took another swift chug, trying to ignore the slight burn in your throat as the liquid made its way down toward your stomach. Making a face at the taste, Beidou chuckled, nodding her head upward as she rested her cheek in her hand. “You don’t have to finish that. I can drink it for ya.” She offered, taking a swing at her own bottle as you shook your head. “No, it's fine. I just can never get used to the taste.”
“Well, yeah. You're supposed to chug it, not sip .” She corrected, fingers locking around the rim of the bottle while her pointer finger directed its way toward you. “Wouldn't that get me drunk faster?” You laughed, heeding her advice and taking a final chug of your cup, “Yeah, well, isn't that what you want?” With a hearty chuckle, you couldn't help but agree.
While you and Beidou chatted for a bit longer, she noticed a certain friend of yours walk—(or to more accurately describe it, stumble, )over toward the two of you, easily catching her attention. It was just Kazuha, but that alone made her stand up to catch him as he was just about to trip over the couch. “Woah there, party animal. Careful.”
Holding up his body as he gave a sloppy smile at Beidou, pulling her in for a hug as he waved at you. “How are you two?” You and Beidou exchanged a side glance, holding back a snicker as you could hear Kazuha try and pretend to be sober. “Fine, how are you? Seems like you had a good time.”
“Yeah and without me , no less.” Beidou teased, propping him up a bit more as he let out a hiccup with a shake of his head. “Never. I'm glad you two seem to be having fun though. I've missed you both dearly.” Sighing into Beidou’s arms, he gave you a pat on your shoulder, trying his best to clearly stifle some tears as he held his head down. Noticing, she gave you a quick shrug, you silently agreeing to her plan. “Alright bud, time to get some rest okay?”
“Wait… but what about—”
“You can talk to them in class tomorrow. Come on, you know Ningguang will kill me if she knows I let you get this messed up.” And off they went. As you gave a relieved chuckle, you took another chug at your cup only to realize it was empty. Great.
Now left alone to your own devices, you stood up, a little too fast you might add, making the entire room before room begin to spin that much faster as you tried to grip onto the couch for support. “Careful, idiot. You're stumbling everywhere and you're going to get another drink?”
You turned to your side to see a familiar face greet you, beer in hand with a straight face. The same straight face he always keeps. You frowned, straightening yourself out as you ignored him. Huffing him aside, you pushed through a few people in an attempt to lose him, which, much to your dismay, failed. “I think you've had enough to drink.” He said more firmly, causing you to get even more red in the face, clenching your hand around your cup.
“What do you want, Scara?” Snapping your head toward him with words sharper than knives, he took a look at you then back at your cup. “For this,” He held up your cup from your hand, making you gasp and instinctively reach out for it as he pulled away, “to stop. You don't need another drink.”
He tossed it on the floor, not caring if it had hit anyone in the process. His main focus was getting it away from you. You didn't understand why though. What business did he have with you? Whatever he wanted, he shouldn't bother. “I'm fine. I don't need you to babysit me. I can handle myself just fine.”
Whatever, you didn't care. You could just get another cup from the little makeshift bar the party had set up anyway. He continued to follow silently, glaring at people in the way as you both pushed through. “That's not my concern.”
“Then what is your concern?” You took another cup from the table, filling it a bit more before taking a quick swing at it just before Scara could take it from your hand. “The people here. You don't know them.”
“I know some of them—”
“ Some , not all. You don't know everyone's intentions.”
“And why is that any of your concern? Need I remind you we're not together anymore. You don't have to worry about me. In fact,” You gave him an insincere grin, filling him a cup of his own even though he had a completely good bottle right in his hand. “You're right. I don't need this. You need this more than I do.”
“I’m not drinking that. God forbid I look after you.”
“I don't need you to do that! I'm not a child! You're not my parent either! You don't need to make sure I'm safe at a party. I'm not someone you need to worry about anymore.”
You could feel yourself tearing up, feeling the tears that were begging to come out, but you refused to let them. You refused to let him see you cry any more than he already has, and more importantly, you refused to let just some guy ruin your night. “These people aren't trustworthy, do you seriously believe that nobody is going to—”
“What do you want, Scaramouche?” You cut him off, a clear choke in your voice being heard as he went silent. “Tell me. Tell me what you want so I can give it to you so you can leave me alone.”
The two of you remained silent, the people behind you turning into white noise as the room felt so fucking still that it ached you. You felt like you were going to be sick, but you knew you had to get to the bottom of this and stand your ground. “I want to talk to you. Alone.”
“What? No—” He took the cup from your hand, you watched in amazement as he took the once full cup down like it was nothing. With the taste of alcohol still fresh on his tongue, he looked back at you, “Talk to me?” Your lips tight lined, feeling a silent pounding in your heart that you desperately tried to escape from.
Rolling your eyes, you nodded, taking his hand and letting him to a much quieter room to talk in.
You could feel him stumble a bit behind you, being careful that he didn't hurt himself as you two walked off. The only place that hadn't been occupied was just a closet. Great.
“This is going to have to do. So, make it quick before some couple catches wind that this spot’s open.”
“I apologize.”
You blinked in response, leaning against the back of the closet looking for some sort of light switch, being careful to not hurt him. “Well, that's a start.” You allowed him to continue, hands feeling around the cold wall as you felt a switch, “I know when we were together I didn't really… express myself too openly.”
You clicked your teeth, “That's an understatement.” You could hear him give a slight chuckle as you flicked on the lights. “But I'm working on it. I want to be better, do better this time.” You could tell he was being sincere, his eyes darting toward his shoes as his eyes adjusted to the light, as did yours. “Congratulations. I'm glad you're doing better.”
You were missing the message. And while normally that was fine, the liquor in his system was really starting to kick in, and he wanted to make sure you got the message. “No, I want to do better for you. I still really like you.”
Oh.
Oh.
It was like that.
As much as you knew deep down in your heart that you still harbored feelings for him as well, you tried your best to not give in so easily. “Yeah well, you should've thought about that before you broke up with me.”
“I know!” His raised voice startled you a bit, causing you to flinch. He took a deep breath in, and exhaled out. “I-I know… It was a big stupid mistake. I'm aware.” Slightly reaching out for your hand, his heart ached with so much hurt yet he was so hesitant to even touch you. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you more, but he wanted nothing more than to hold you.
He finally held onto your hand, still staring down at the ground, not daring to look into your eyes to avoid any kind of negative emotions you may be showing. He wanted to get what he wanted to say out there, and that was it. If he looked at you, he knew that he'd be done for. “I’m glad you know your worth. Don't put up with someone who acted like I did, not ever. I just… wish I had never done that.”
“So you came here to a frat party to say all of that?” You teased, hearing him chuckle through his tears as he sniffled, “Shut the hell up. What are you doing here anyway? This isn't your scene.”
“Beidou invited me.”
“And where is she now?”
“Eh, who knows? Probably home. Kazuha had to leave early, the poor guy couldn't even stand.” You chuckled, feeling Scara lean his head on your shoulder, “Really?” You had a feeling he was feeling a bit woozy, allowing the contact between the two of you to go on for a bit longer as he rested his eyes. “Mhm. I should probably text her and ask if she's okay.”
Before you could pull out your phone, he stopped you, putting a sloppy hand on yours as it reached into your pocket, gently pushing it down as you stared down at him quizzically. “So that means I have you all to myself right now?”
Pulling you in by your waist, he held you close, taking in your scent as your face grew flushed. His hands were still as strong as you remember, feeling him grip at your hips as he pulled you as close as he possibly could to his own body, wanting nothing more than to feel you on him. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Okay, now he was definitely messed up.
“Scara—”
“You’re just as warm as I remember.” His hands made their way under your shirt, leaving soft kisses through the fabric as your hand instinctively laid on his back. “Smell just as sweet too.” You weren't sure what to do, standing against the wall with an almost weak feeling in your knees as he felt up and around your body.
Perhaps it was just the space you two were occupied in, but the alcohol had really started to hit you a lot harder. And perhaps you were going to make a decision you’d definitely regret in the morning, but your heart knew what it wanted in the moment. Rough, calloused hands pinched your side with a bit of impatience as your body grinded against his in response.
Making a soft noise was all Scara needed to hear before his lips were connected to yours, pushing you more against the wall roughly as your legs wrapped around his waist. Your body could barely contain itself, grinding against him in desperation as your hands raked through his hair in the ways you knew he loved. The kiss was sloppy and heated, just what you'd expect from any drunk makeout session.
But it was enough for you both.
He bit down on your lip, teasing you as his hands gripped onto your hips, digging his nails into your skin. He could feel himself grow hazy, barely being able to keep his eyes opened as his body felt dizzy. He knew he just needed you. And bad.
He didn't care how you had him, as long as he could bury himself inside of you, that's all that mattered. As he traveled toward your neck, you grounded your hips more against his cock, feeling him grow harder through his shorts. You whined, feeling him rock his hips back, “Tease.” He smiled, attacking your neck with a few nibbles.
You tried to think of something witty—or of anything , to say but you couldn't. You were already long gone, and Scara knew. “Ready to make a bad decision we're both going to regret later?” You laughed with a nod, “Thought that was already what was happening.” He gently set you down, hurriedly pulling down his shorts as you took down your own pants.
You nearly stumbled, falling on top of him as he caught you, “Careful, people might check who's in here.” He chuckled, pushing you back toward the wall with a rather impatient kiss. “And you would love that wouldn't you?” You ruffled his hair, adoring the cute glint in his eyes as you shot back at him.
“Hm, maybe. But—” Hands aligned with your core, rubbing up and down your area as you moaned into his shoulder. You could barely keep yourself still, wanting more friction as you grew desperate. “last I remember, you were the exhibitionist here. Not me.” He knew what he was doing.
One thing you really have missed about him is the way he would tease you. It annoyed you to no end but it definitely made things a lot hotter than you'd like to admit. He knew exactly what buttons to press and when. He knew you loved it, and that's why he was more than happy to use it against you. “Right. Cause I'm the horn dog who led us into the closet to fuck.”
A laugh, “Hey, that wasn't my intention, okay? I really did want to talk.” Your body felt incredibly hot, you needed less clothing, you felt so incredibly sticky. He noticed, helping you lift up your shirt over your head as he just stared and smiled at you. You could feel your face flush, “What? Quit it, you're freaking me out.”
“I can't wait to fuck the shit out of you.”
You rolled your eyes, hitting his side as he snickered as he kissed your shoulders, “Half kidding. You look amazing.” Kissing the top of your nose, he flipped you over, his actions being a lot rougher than his words. He held your hand behind your back as he aligned himself with your entrance, spitting down the hole to add a bit more excitement.
Your breath hitched, his dick slowly sliding into your stretched hole easily. It fit him like a glove. He loved it. He loved remembering how well he's shaped you to his cock. He made him feel so confident. You held onto the wall as best as you, trying to steady yourself as he held onto your hand with a pressure that dug straight into your back.
“Slut.” He snorted as you let out a whine, wanting him to move already. You shot him a glare, “Asshole.”
“Call me whatever you like, I'm not the one throwing my ass back because I'm so desperate to be fucked.” You tried to ignore his teasing, but he didn't allow it, deeply pounding into your hole slowly as his hand kept you in place. “So tell me, when was the last time you got fucked anyway?”
You tried to hold your ground, “N-none of your business.” A while was the answer. You don't think you've even had sex since the two of you broke up. You were just too busy with school on top of that, you couldn't possibly take time out of your day to do something like that. “Really? Cause it seems like you're more stretched out than before.”
You gave him a look of surprise, right into his trap, “Ha, knew it. You haven't been fucked since then huh? What? No other dick could satisfy you?” You couldn't tell if he was more annoying drunk or sober, either way, the alcohol certainly was boosting his confidence a bunch. He thrusted a bit faster, a whimper escaping you as your legs shook, “Dont fl-flatter yourself.”
“I'm flattering myself, plenty. I think I have a right to. After all, now that I know you only want me, I'll be sure to give it to you nice and rough.” His hips thrusted against your skin, pushing into you with more velocity and vigor. He's missed hearing your pretty little begs and moans, he's never heard anything hotter than the sound of your voice begging for him. You looked so fucking delectable pressed up against his cock like this.
If only he had a camera to take a picture of you to remember this moment forever.
He knew how much you loved it when he was rough with you; when he treated you like his own personal toy is when you would cum the hardest, and that’s exactly what he was aiming for. The sound of the music wasn't exactly helping your case either, feeling him try to match his hips with the beat of the music. He held onto your grasping hand as your hand gripped onto him tightly, “That's it. See? I knew you could remember how to take it.”
He leaned forward, his heavy breathing echoing in your ears as his cock rubbed against your walls, making your mouth nearly gape open from the warmth. He kissed your cheek before returning back to grabbing your hips with both hands to tug you down harder, letting you to steady yourself before he started to fuck into your body again.
“Glad some things never change. You sure love getting fucked by me, don't you?”
“W-wait…” Your voice mewled as his hands moved lower, rubbing your lower half in order to stimulate you more. “Too much, Scara—”
“Mm, I think not. You can take it. Come on, sweetheart, you can take more for me, can't you?” You weren't looking at him, but you can feel the filthy smirk on his lips as he said those words. You tossed your head forward, nodding as your knees wobbled. You hated how easily you folded.
So much for trying to not seem easy.
“Can't keep yourself up anymore?” You shook your head, turning your head behind him with a tired expression, he feigned a smile, cupping your cheeks with his hand as he leaned over. “Poor thing. I wonder what someone as pathetic as you did to even pleasure yourself.” God, could he just shut up?
Fucking into your hole was something that was second nature to him. He absolutely loved folding you over and fucking you into oblivion in every position he could possibly think of. One of his favorite pastimes is seeing which position can make you cum the hardest, he likes to see how your body reacts to different angles and such.
He held your hips firmly, pounding even harder into your body as you tried to desperately cling onto anything you could get your sweaty palms on. As sweat clung to his forehead, he had begun to pant heavily, your moans becoming harder and harder to be contained as he thrusted harder. “Fuck—You feel so good.”
You could've sworn your heart did a flip at his praise, it felt like it's been ages since you've heard such words from him. Tears stung in your eyes as you yelped, hands slipping bit by bit as his skin slapped against yours. His nails practically were being carved into your skin as he kept you in place, feeling heat pool in his stomach the more you begged for him.
He whined, “Can I cum inside of you? Please? I— fuck, please?” You thought it was cute how he was begging for something like that. But you weren't going to let him get away with it so easily. You chuckled, looking back at him with a teasing glint in your eye. “That's a boyfriend privilege, and last I checked, we're not—” You let out a sigh, “We're not dating anymore.”
He grumbled, obviously upset by your decision but continued to roll his hips into yours. “In my mouth.” He halted in his actions, laughing a bit as he stared at you in disbelief. “What?”
“Cum in my mouth.”
He blinked, unable to fully wrap his head around your request, “Okay but what about you?”
“And when has that ever been an issue for you?”
He rolled his eyes, flipping you over before taking himself out of you. He placed you on your knees, caressing your face as you nuzzled into his palm. His eyebrows relaxed at your tenderness, but as soon as he felt your tongue around him, he let out a moan. His hand immediately wrapped itself into your hair, legs coiling around your body like a snake.
He cursed under his breath with shaky hands as you took him deeper in your throat, your mouth feeling sore but wanting to tease Scara while you had the opportunity. He lurched forward, “H-hey, slow it down. You're gonna—”
You popped him out of your mouth momentarily, “Going to?”
With a feverish blush, he shook his head and turned to the side. “Nothing.” He squirmed, letting out a pleasured gasp as a hand cupped over his face to muffle his noises. You lifted your tongue across his sides, feeling him twitch inside of your mouth as his nails dug into your scalp a bit more. You moaned around him, the vibrations sending chills down his spine. He arched his back, clawing at the wall as he felt you slow down.
“Careful, I think someone might be coming.” He finished, trying to not make it sound like he was gasping for air. “Give me a sec, let me listen a bit more.” He rolled his hips upward, allowing you to take him even further than before as he slid down your throat.
Scara’s hand pushed down your head slightly, and albeit unintentionally, you could tell he was being a bit rougher now that he seemed to be getting close. He placed his hand on his neck, seeing his rise and fall with every movement he made.
He could see your pretty eyes between his legs, making him shudder with lust. He couldn't handle this. He knew you were staring at him, but for how long? How long had you been eyeing him? Just how long have you seen him in such a disheveled state?
You popped off of him with a chuckle, tilting your head against his leg, “Done listening already?” He huffed, crossing his arms against his chest as he looked off to the side. “You're very distracting.”
“You love when I distract you.”
“No I don't.” You could hear his voice waver as your hands wandered over his thighs, “I think you do. Especially when I use your own body as a distraction.” His knees buckled, slowly sliding him on the floor as you made your way back in between his legs as he kept his head turned, allowing you to grab his jaw to force him to look you in the eye. “Don't you?”
He felt you grind against his cock, feeling it pulse against your body as your thighs straddled his sides. He said nothing, eyes softening as he tried to gain some sort of friction from you. “You're such a freak.”
“I thought you loved that about me.”
“I never said I didn't.” You kissed his lips once more, pushing him onto the floor softly as your hands tangled into his hair, making him melt almost immediately. You could start feeling yourself grow more dizzy, your mind racing back and forth between options and scenarios that could possibly happen right now. You couldn't think straight.
“I changed my mind.”
He stared at you, feeling he felt you align his cock with your entrance once more, “Cum inside of me.” He could tell you were being serious from the tone of your voice, but still shook his head in case he was hearing things. “Shit, are you—are you sure? ” You nodded, grinding down your body against him in such urgency that it made him shiver.
“ Please .”
Your voice went dangerously low and you seemed so eager for it. He could feel his body heat up at the sight of you grinding your aching hole against his cock. How could he deny you something so simple? With a bashful nod, he licked his lips, heart beating out of his chest as he matched your pace. His hands once again found their way back to your hips, at this point feeling like his palm prints would be imprinted onto your skin.
He absolutely loved the way you felt. Not even just inside of him, your skin was so fucking soft and perfect. Every inch and curve to your body was made for him, he could keep his hands on it all day. It didn't even have to be in an intimate setting, simply just feeling you against him was enough to make him feel happy.
His eyebrows furrowed as he worked his way back into you, your walls being rearranged to suit his dick just as he wanted. Your head was practically hanging by a thread, mouth open as it begged to let out a few bits of drool from the excessive pleasure. He smirked, picking up your head with his hand as he cupped your cheek, “Heh, what's the matter? Is it too much for you?”
You said nothing, feeling to cock hungry to even form a sentence. You wanted him so bad, you didn't even care how loud you were being, you just wanted him. He ceased with his teasing, pulling you in for another sweet kiss as he smiled, slamming his hips against your body as your hands held onto his body in such a tight embrace.
You let out a sob, “Right there! Please!” He nodded, sucking on your neck to leave a bruise you knew you'd kill him for the next day. As his hips stuttered, he could feel your eyes flutter shut, convulsing a bit as his seed was released inside of you, lurching you both forward as your bodies trembled.
He held you in place, groaning as you could feel his grip on your ass tighten while he released inside of you. He sighed, feeling you lay your head on his chest, his hands instinctively playing with your tangled hair. “So…”
“Don't.”
He snorted, “What? It's now hitting you?”
“Yes.” You frowned, hiding yourself in the corner of his neck as he snuggled into your body. He kissed your warm ear, smiling to himself victoriously, “Good. We should probably get out soon though. Party is starting to die down.” You groaned, his hands moving up and down your back which could put you to sleep. “Ugh…”
“Round two at my place?”
“And what? Make this a regular thing?”
He shrugged, “You've already made one bad decision today. Why not make another?” You laughed, kissing the top of his nose. Stumbling your way off of him, you tossed him his clothes as he sat up and watched you get dressed, “I guess I can't argue with that. Race you there.”