Red eyeliner - Xiao
For the “That’s your boss!”, collab!
@tartagliadevotee
Xiao x fem! reader
Warnings: consensual non-consent/cnc, degradation, fingering, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, creampie, mating press, roughish sex, established relationship, sexual harassment that isn’t actually sexual harassment, the use of a safe word, mention alcohol use. This is ALL consensual and was talked about beforehand.
Disclaimer: If you ever do want to try this, please talk to your partner beforehand and make a safe word. Because in a situation like this, even though it is consensual, it can go downhill real fast. And saying ‘stop’ and ‘no’ just makes it like you’re playing your role, since like, it’s consensual non-consent. If it becomes too much, always use the safe word. And if you or your partner does not stop after it is said, then it’s not just rape-play anymore – it becomes real rape. Please be careful if you do try this out.
I put the warnings and if you continue to read after seeing them and complain about it, that’s on you. I did my job, and this is a piece of fiction. Do not react to this in the same manner that one albedo fic was. The warnings were all there and they still read it, so it was their fault and should have not reacted that way. I feel bad for the author since the internet is full of people like that.
Wordcount: 4090k
Unedited because I’m too lazy to read over 4k words that I typed out. Please read the author’s note at the end.
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You always wondered why your boss wears red eyeliner.
It made his sharp golden eyes look even sharper – sterner, even. Like a predator staring down its prey type of way, the same way he always looks at you. It…scares you, honestly. He made you feel less of a person and more like a prey. Stalking your every movement, eyes trailing every inch and curve of your body like you were some prize he wanted. A piece of meat meant to be eaten.
And it both horrifies and scares you.
Horrifies you because you’re his employee, someone who works for him. He’s your boss and you’re his employee, getting paid a little bit above minimum wage. A college student who’s trying to avoid debt, and maybe working at a tattoo shop wasn’t the best option, but it was the most flexible with your schedule. All you do, mostly, was clean the place up, welcome customers and charge them. You weren’t even that close to your boss, really.
Scares you because he is your boss – abuse of power is not unheard of, in general. He could fire you, if he wanted to. He can fire you he can blackmail you he can do anything to you, and every other place you applied to denied you. He was the only one who called back. The only one who gave you a chance. So, if he were to make any move and you were to refuse, who’s to say he won’t fire you?
You need the money.
Xiao was his name, a name you dreaded to hear or even see. Along with red eyeliner – it reminds you of him. Because he’s the only one who wears it so much, the only one who says that brand name whenever he was asked where he buys it from. The only one who wears it, not as a fashion statement, but as a warning.
It sends a shiver down your spine.
And you take that warning well. Because it was only meant for you, right here and right now. you came to hate the colors red and gold because of him. You came to hate that brand of makeup he uses, too. Because it all reminds you of him. And the worst part is that you can’t escape it, not when the colors are everywhere in Liyue, not when that makeup brand is a common and pretty popular one. You are stuck with it – with him.
And you hate it,
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“- and that will be 50.69 mora, sir,” you sate with s kind smile on your face, wanting to appear friendly to the customer. He was a tall ginger, with dull blue eyes that look they’ve seen too much – been through much. And the smile on his face looks practiced. It scares you. But not as much as your boss does. Nothing will ever scare you as much as Xiao does. You’re sure of it.
The man slides his card into the card reader, paying for the tattoo Xiao just gave him – a small whale on his arm. The area is wrapped up now, ink settling into his skin. “I’ll back again, with a friend next time. Your boss is really good at this, I’m actually a bit surprised, if I’m being honest!”
He smiles, and you give a friendly smile back. Every customer who was lucky enough to get Xiao to ink them says that. He was extremely skilled, but also…antisocial, in a way. He’ll do his job while being quiet for the majority of it, only answering questions he deemed important. And even with his rather blunt, yet verbally polite attitude. And the women were the worst part, really. They came to see him, not for tattoos.
“That’s my boss for you! He always wants the customer to be satisfied with the end result.” The words feel forced, mouth dry after saying them. You hate saying anything positive about your boss – he wasn’t a nice person. He wasn’t a good person, either. He’s like a creep, nom he is one. From the way his eyes linger on the curves of your body or lips, to the way his touch is always borderline sexual in private. And you’re the only one who knows this side of him – the real side of him.
It makes you sick to your stomach.
“Well, I should go now. Tell him I’ll be back with a friend!”
“Will do!”
The bell jingles when he opens the door, his back towards you. Even with that…eerie aura to him, it was better with him here. Because then you weren’t alone with your boss. Security cameras be dammed, he controls them. As for your other coworkers, there was only four of them – not a lot of people wanted to work with Xiao. And Aether, the other part-timer, his shift was the one you took over. He worked the day shift. You work the night one.
The sky outside was barely seeable through the small window on the door, and it was already dark outside. You glance at the clock, heart beating fast. 8:30pm. 30 more minutes in this hell hole. 30 more minutes with the devil himself. 30 more minutes alone with your predator.
You can do this. You always do.
But who’s to say he won’t try anything this time?
His touches have been bolder, as of late. His words have been more on the sexual side, too. Hidden innuendos that you catch on to, always sexual in nature. The look in his eye is more predatory too, the red eyeliner adding onto it. You felt like a small mouse compared to him. He was the hawk who plans on eating you whole. The question is when he’ll act out on his desires – or if you’ll be able to escape. But he won’t do anything like that…right?
Sitting on the stool behind the front desk, you take your phone. You raise your eyebrow when you see that you have a missed call from earlier. It’s from Xiao, and you merely sigh before exiting the app, going to Instagram instead. Liking a few posts here and there, seeing some with your boss in them. it’s only a few, the man being forced into taking them. His expression was always disinterested, eyes cast off to the side. You snort.
He wasn’t as imposing in pictures as he was in real life.
You pause when you see one taken from a few weeks ago. You were in it too, with his arm loosely wrapped around your waist. Your eye twitches, you don’t remember this. But from the flush on your face and the slightly annoyed look on his, you might have been drunk that day. So, you check the exact date, the caption and groan when you were proven correctly.
He was only holding you because you were about to fall onto your face. And then, you check the account who posted it. You weren’t surprised when it was Hu Tao’s, the prankster loving to stir trouble.
“Hu Tao…”
The picture makes your stomach churn. Especially sense your own arms were wrapped around his neck, a dazed look in your eyes. You hate that picture. You hate everything about the picture. You hate the fact you had clung to him while drunk, that he held you in such a sate. You hate that the picture was even taken, you hate that it was posted on social media. You hate that there were comments. Saying that the two of you would be a lovely couple.
You wouldn’t be.
Because he scares you.
“(name).”
Your entire body freezes once you hear it. Once you heard him. Eyes immediately land on his figure, the first thing catching your attention is the red eyeliner. It’s just so bright and eye-catching. You hate it. you hate the brand, you hate the color, you hate him. You hate the way he makes you curl into yourself, wanting to squirm away from him. You hate everything about this man. You hate how your body remembers that one night.
The night that started all of this.
It was just a tipsy kiss.
Your memories of that night are a bit blurry, but you think you can remember the taste of his lips. Sweet and soft, so very unlike him. Because Xiao is not a sweet person, he’s not a soft person either. He’s harsh and bitter.
“Yes?” comes your response, but he doesn’t answer you. Instead, he leans against the wall, looking at you. The eyeliner makes his eyes look bigger, sharper, and you find it hard to breathe while in his sights. “Boss?” you try again, hoping he’ll say something. Anything. The silence is harsher than his words, harsher than your heartbeat. Harsher and scarier than the man you fear. Because when he’s quiet, you don’t know what he’s thinking, or what he’s planning.
“Come with me,” he waves you over, and doesn’t wait for you to follow. Instead, he turns his back to you, walking to the break room. Your heart feels heavy, like it was about to break your ribcage. Your body doesn’t want to move. you don’t want to move, but you force yourself to, legs feeling heavy as you walk from behind the front desk, leaving it behind as you follow your short boss. You were an inch or two shorter than him, but even though the height difference is not big, it still makes you feel weaker than him,
And you probably are.
Shaking, your body is shaking with each step, with each breath you take. You’re nervous, you’re scared. More nervous than scared, for some reason, and you hate yourself for that. You’re going to be alone with the man who holds power over you. With the man who can manhandle you fairly easily with those toned arms of his. With the man who views you as prey rather than an employee. With the man who eyes you like you’re eye candy. Candy he wants to eat.
You see him by the break room, holding the door open, waiting for you. You freeze once more. If there was a pressing matter he needed to talk to you, then he could have said it in the front. Your eyes are attracted towards the red around his eyes again. And then (e/c) meets golden amber that looks a little darker than normal. Cloudier, even.
They’re drowning in lust.
You think you want to throw up.
You want to throw up because you’re nothing more than a warm body to him. You want to throw up because you can feel yourself getting wet, disgusted at yourself. Why would you get wet for this situation? For this man? He was nothing but a pervert, a nasty pervert who probably looks under your skirt when you’re not paying attention. You’re taken away from your thoughts when you hear him talk.
“Aren’t you going to go in?” His tone is normal, nothing unusual about it. you blink once before nodding your head. You’re scared, nervous. Scared because the moment you walk through the door, he closes it and locks it. Nervous because you can hear the sigh he lets out while rolling his sleeves up. You can hear him ruffle his hair, letting it loose from the ponytail he had it in earlier.
“Take your jacket off.”
“…what?”
Suddenly, the room feels a tad too bit cold, even with your jacket on. When you turn around to face him, he’s looking at you, expecting. You can the movement before you realize what you’re doing, bumping into the table behind you. Xiao just stands there, red eyeliner looking more and more like a warning before he walks towards you. You hold your breath in, letting out a gasp when he reaches you and lifts the hem of your skirt up.
He snorts when he sees the small wet patch in the middle of it.
“Are you actually getting turned on by this? Don’t tell me you’re actually into this.” It’s an insult, you know and it’s an insult and you hate the fact that your body responds to it positively. You hate the fact that your body remembers that one night you want to regret. You were drunk, he was tipsy, it was nothing but a mistake. Before you even started to work for him, actually. A night that spelt out your doom.
“T-that’s-! That’s not -!”
“Then why are you wet?” A finger makes contact with your clothed pussy, drawing a gasp from you. “…The stain just got bigger. My god, are you actually a whore? Then again, you probably are, considering you draped yourself all over me that one time you were tipsy. Or where you drunk? I honestly can’t remember.”
Your hands fly out to grab his arm, trying to pull it away from your nether regions. You can feel how his arm flexes in response, and how toned it is. Your grip does nothing against him, and you should have honestly known that before even trying. He’s stronger than you, meaner too with the way he clicks his tongue. Without much trouble, he turns you over, chest pressed against your back as he looks over you. One of his hands pins both of yours down to the table’s surface.
“So annoying. Just stay still for once, alright? Always walking around in short skirts,” he lifts the hem of your skirt up enough to see your underwear. The cotton cloth is the same color as his hair, a dark greenish color with teal stripes. You hear him chuckle. “And not to mention your pretty panties are the same color as my hair.”
He leans further in, whispering into your ear,
“It’s almost like you were waiting for this.”
You think you want to cry. Your throat feels tight, too tight – it’s hard to breathe. You stutter out your words, hating the way his free hand gropes at the flesh of your thighs. At how gentle he was being. Treating your body like you were his lover, even. It makes bile raise to your throat and yet…
“D-don’t touch there! Pervert, let go of me!”
“My name isn’t ‘pervert’. I have a name you can call out.” His lips ghost over the nape of your neck, free hand moving from your thighs to your head, moving your hair out of the way. The sensation makes you squirm, unknowingly rubbing your ass against his crotch. Your entire body jolts when he grinds against you, cock hardening inside his slacks. He growls into your ear, making you shiver.
You shouldn’t be enjoying this is what he says. Or at least you think he said that ears pumping with the sound of your blood rushing. It’s hard to think right now, especially when his fingers rub your clit through the soaked cotton. You don’t recognize the squeal as yours. But he does.
“Squealing just from that? How are you so sensitive?” He sounds smug, rubbing harder. You bite your lip, not wanting to let out any more lewd sounds. You shouldn’t be enjoying this. Your body shouldn’t want his touch, it shouldn’t be getting wet because of him. But your clit wants friction, it wants attention and he’s doing just that: giving it attention. Your legs tremble, slick ruining your panties and you think you can feel it running down your thighs.
“S-stop…d-don’t touch m-me th-there, you pervert…” you want to cover your mouth, you hate the whimper that manages to break through. “W-why…?” You sound pathetic it makes yourself cringe. His fingers halt, and his chin rests on your shoulder. His body feels too warm but if he moves away, you’ll feel lonely and cold.
You hate it.
“Why? Well…I’m not sure, actually. I guess you were asking for it.” You felt weird, when he said that. Like he wasn’t sure of himself. Like he was breaking character of sorts. Before you could ask what he meant, you choke on your words when he pulls your undies down enough to slip two fingers in at once. Your faces feels hotter when you realize your body easily took his digits in. Like it was waiting for it.
Like it was used to it.
“Fuck, you’re soaking wet. You really are a whore: enjoying this, liking the way I’m manhandling you. Do you like being hopeless and weak? Do you like the idea of getting fucked on this very table at your own job?” he snarls out, fingers curling before he starts to thrust them in and out. The pace is gentle, at first. Movements unsure, like he was nervous despite the tone of his voice.
“I-I don’t! So, stop! Please!” He almost slows down, a frown forming on his lips. You can feel the change of expression on your skin. But he doesn’t, instead going faster, harsher, a loud squelching sound filling the once silent room. Moans spilling from your lips, your hips rock in time with the movement of his hand. When he hits your g-spot, you squeal.
Why are you enjoying this?
“S-stop…ah! X-Xiao!” your jacket is just adding to the warmth, and so is his body. He’s pressed against you, not leaving any space between the two of you. You’re drooling now, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he keeps hitting your g-spot head on with each thrust of his finger. You shouldn’t be enjoying this, you shouldn’t be enjoying this, you shouldn’t be enjoying this –
“A-ah! Pervert, gross pervert, stop! Please, I promise I-I won’t, won’t tell a-anyone!” you sobbed out. You’re crying too, broken sobs getting in the way of your words. You actually sound like you’re being raped.
“Almond.”
You barely hear the safe word in your daze.
“Huh?” you dumbly ask, confusion settling in as your boss – and boyfriend – sighs and let’s go of you, fingers easily sliding out of your cunt. He fixes you up, pulling your panties up and kissing the nape of your neck before taking a seat in the booth. Wiping away your tears, you look at him before sitting on his lap, worry laced in your voice as you ask what’s wrong.
“I…I don’t think I can keep this up. I know we talked about this beforehand, and that you would use the safe word if it became too much but…what if you forget the word? I won’t have any way of knowing, especially since well…this is rape-play, and yelling ‘no’ is commonplace, so I wouldn’t be able to tell if you’re actually enjoying it or not.”
He sighs again before wrapping an arm around your waist. He looks guilty.
With a kiss to his cheek, you gently cup his cheek, wanting him to look at you. After a quick moment, he does. “It’s okay. It was my idea anyway. I should have stopped it once I noticed you breaking character. But I didn’t”
Without saying anything, he kisses your forehead and then rests his head on your chest. You run your hand through his messy locks as he listens to your heartbeat, content with how things are in the moment. He doesn’t like it when you pretend to hate him, he doesn’t like the idea od forcing himself on you like that. While he does like rough sex at times, he prefers it when you’re just as needy, and not playing as the victim.
He likes being able to tell if you’re actually scared or enjoying it.
And he also likes it when you’re not getting confused looks from everyone who knows about your relationship when you suddenly become distant.
Xiao hums, thumb stroking the bare skin of your thigh.
Let’s stop, for now. I don’t think I can get hard again right now.”
“Alright.”
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Xiao was your boss, having known him since high school. But he was also your boyfriend, iffy about hiring you when no-one else wouldn’t – not because he doubted your skills, but because he knew how you could get. Thankfully, you weren’t the clingy lover at work who gives him flirty smiles or a peck on the lips. Instead, you did your job during working hours, refraining from affection when you were on the clock.
He was grateful for that.
So, he decided to go along with an idea of yours, thinking he could handle it. But he couldn’t and that’s okay.
Especially since he was dicking you down real good right now, bed creaking with every movement. Your cunt kept greedily sucking him in, and his eyes zoomed in on where you two were connected. There was a white ring around the base of his cock, making you cream on him earlier. But you were a glutton for pleasure, once never enough for you. So, he always gave more.
“My god, you just came and you’re already begging for more?” you only sob, legs placed on his shoulders, feet hanging in the air. It just felt so good, the lewd expressions on your face making him want more of you. He wanted to see every expression, wanted to hear every moan and whimper. And when you cry out his name, he swears he could die happily.
“Fucking your own boss – just how low can you get? Do you like fucking your boss? What would the customers think, when they find out that sweet innocent (name) gets railed in her boss’ bed every single night because she’s such a slut, begging for his cock? What would they think when they find out you sucked him off in the break room after we closed up?”
One of his hands sneak down, rubbing at your clit in a hurried pace, making you sob again. You didn’t look scared, instead drooling and begging for more. “Ngh! Xiao, Xiao, please, please, fuck -! I’m so close, I’m so close, god, I’m so fucking close, please don’t stop!”
Xiao scoffs, but listens to your whims anyway. You were so wet around him, so warm and tight. His groans are low, almost silent. The sheets are stained with your juices, and whenever he pulls his hips back your cum clings to his skin, making a trail. You made such a mess, and whenever he thrusts back into you, you just make a bigger one. Sucking him back in like that, are you trying to break him?
Or is he about to break you?
Your cunt clenches around him, and he knows you’re close. From the way you’re chanting out his name like it’s a prayer, to how you’re gripping the bedsheets so tight that they’re about to rip. The way his hips snaps against yours just sends him to heaven, your usual proper self now reduced to a cock craving slut who can only think of him because of him. It makes him go mad, and he’s not sure if he’ll ever get over it.
“C-cumming, ‘m cumming, oh god, Xiao!”
And when you cum, you scream, back arching off the bed, heart in your eyes. It’s such a lewd and beautiful sight, he wished he took a picture of it. The sound of skin meeting skin only gets louder, the smell of sex in the air adding to his addiction that is you. He’s close, so fucking close.
His thrusts are rough and deep, getting faster and hitting every spot in your greedy pussy just right. Hair sticking to his skin, face flushed, and body covered in sweat, Xiao grabs your legs again, this time putting you into a mating press. “OH god, Xiao! Y-you’re gonna break me, you’re gonna break me, fuck! Breed me, cum in me, please-!”
“Such a fucking noisy whore…” he pants out, eyes closing in pure bliss. Just a little bit more and he’ll cum. “Begging for your boss to cum in you…fuck…”
He thinks he can feel a bulge whenever he presses on your stomach. Does he really go that deep in you?
With a bite to your collarbone, he cums, hips stilling against yours. He paints your insides white as ropes of cum fills your hole.
The red eyeliner he put on you is all smudge now. You hate the brand, you hate the color, because it reminds you of him. And it hurt when he left your hometown for a few years after graduating high school. The colors red and gold had hurt to look at, back then.
“I love you.”
But as he whispers those three words, you think the wait was worth it.
“I love you too, Xiao.”
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a/n: originally this was supposed to be a full on yandere fic that was completely noncon for practice but…It became this instead. Whenever there is a safe word to be used, it’s always the one receiving the rough treatment who says it. So, I thought, ‘What if the one giving the rough treatment wasn’t comfortable with treating their s/o in that manner?’ and ta-da, I made Xiao use it!
I hope you enjoyed this and thank you for letting me join!
