henna
pairing: dehya/reader
content: sub!dehya, dom!reader, testing out new lipstick with dehya <3, biting/marking, finger sucking, lots of kisses, praise, pet names, nipple sucking, fingering (dehya rec)
word count: 5.3k
Treasures Street lived up to its name. White stone paths lined with stalls and shops that presented only the finest array of food, spices, ceramics, jewelry, and hand-sewn clothing—a dream for anyone looking to empty their coin purses on regional delicacies. But amidst all the precious gemstones and golden silk threads on display for you to marvel at, your attention was focused solely on Dehya.
Her eyes were full of wonder, gleaming like crystals in the fading sunlight as she chatted with a cosmetics merchant about the vast collection of makeup spread out before you. Her toned arms had countless shopping bags hanging off of them, but you’d think they were light as air with how effortlessly she carried them around, even after an entire day of perusing the market. You weren’t sure how many hours it had been since you’d first ventured out into the city together, but the setting sun and nagging ache in your legs told you that you were nearing your limit.
Still, it was easy to remain patient when Dehya’s enthusiasm was so infectious. You loved seeing her like this—akin to a kid in a candy store as she tugged you along from Puspa Cafe to the Grand Bazaar to Lambard’s Tavern, as if it was her first time ever exploring the streets of Sumeru City. It wasn’t very often that she had the chance to shop to her heart’s content, and the Blazing Beasts had just completed a particularly demanding job for a certain wealthy aristocrat the day prior; so it was no surprise to you that she would jump at the opportunity to spend a bit of the hefty sum she’d been paid.
“Oh, this one is really nice!” Dehya’s curious voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this shade before.”
The vendor—whom Dehya seemed to be a regular customer for, if the way they were chatting like old friends was any indication—chimed in at that. “Good eye, as always!” she commended. “That’s Desert Rose, the highlight of our coming Summer collection!”
Dehya exchanged a look with you, letting out an impressed whistle. You peered over at the display to see what it was that had captured her attention: a flashy-looking tube of lipstick, vibrant red with a glossy, pinkish tint to it. Depending on the angle you observed it from, the shade seemed to shift between fuchsia and crimson hues, like an optical illusion. When you looked closely enough, it almost reminded you of—
“Henna berries are the primary ingredient,” the vendor continued proudly, confirming your suspicions. “It took an exhausting amount of tests and trials, but I think you’ll be very pleased with the results.”
It was easy to see why the lipstick had Dehya so entranced, admittedly, your interest was piqued as well. Not necessarily because you wanted it for yourself, but because the thought of her in such a stunning shade was too tempting to pass up. Everything about the product, right down to its name, embodied her very essence. A desert rose; beautiful and tenacious, blooming in even the harshest of conditions.
“You should try it.” You gave her an encouraging nudge. “That color is perfect for you.”
She reached for the tube with care, her clawed armor clinking lightly against the golden casing as she took a closer look at it. “You think so?” She perked up at your suggestion, adorably earnest.
“You use henna berries to make dye for the Blazing Beasts’ banners, right? It’s practically made for you.”
“Precisely what I was thinking!” The merchant nodded, clearly delighted by your aid in making her sale a reality. “What better lipstick for the Flame Mane herself? It’s certain to make any potential suitor fall to their knees at the mere sight of you!”
Your lip twitched in amusement. “Oh? Now that, I’d like to see.”
“Alright, Sulafa, no need to overdo it.” Dehya coughed into her fist, suddenly not quite so sure of herself. “I’ll take it.”
You tilted your head. “Don’t you want to try it first?”
She didn’t make eye contact with you, and when you caught her cheeks tinging the faintest hint of red, you knew that she was envisioning the exact same thing as you. “You said the color suits me, right?” she mumbled, handing the tube back to Sulafa for her to package. “I’ll take your word for it.”
The merchant seemed far too happy with her purchase to notice the change in atmosphere between you two. She wrapped up the lipstick cheerfully, placing it into a bag that emitted a fragrant, rosy scent. “Excellent! I’ll even add in a few face powder samples for such a loyal customer like you.”
Dehya brightened at that, unable to mask her giddiness. “Seriously? You’re the best, Sulafa, thanks…” she trailed off as she fished through her coin purse, lips dropping into a frown. “Ah…sorry. On second thought, this one might have to wait. Looks like I don’t have enough mora left from the batch I brought today.”
She gave a sheepish chuckle as Sulafa eyed the numerous bags adorning her arms, visibly deflating. You couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed, too—albeit, for entirely different reasons. Still, the merchant put on a smile and clapped her hands together.
“A shame,” she said wistfully. “But I’ll keep this one wrapped up just for you, so don’t forget to come pick it up next time! I absolutely need to know what my biggest makeup connoisseur thinks of it, after all!”
Dehya nodded, looking apologetic and a tad embarrassed. Knowing her, it was probably more over the possibility of someone nearby catching on to her love of cosmetics than her running low on mora “It’s a promise! Thanks again, Sulafa.”
As the two of you said your goodbyes and headed over to the next stall, you noticed her casting one last, longing look over her shoulder, no doubt regretting how freely she’d spent her money earlier. You would’ve gladly offered to pay for the lipstick instead, but you knew she would never accept. Her shy refusal to let you spoil her may have made things difficult from time to time, but you found it too cute to consider a real problem. All it meant was that you simply had to find ways to work around it.
Which was exactly what you planned to do. While Dehya was preoccupied with an intricately-designed butterfly hairpin, you leaned over and whispered to her that you’d forgotten your bag at the previous shop. She hummed in reply, seemingly absentminded, but you knew that you only had a minute or two before her protective instincts kicked in and she started searching the market to make sure you were okay.
Without a second to lose, you scurried back over to the cosmetics shop. You pressed a finger over your lips, signaling to the vendor to stay quiet before she could blow your cover, then swiftly purchased the lipstick with your own money. Just as you slipped the gift into your own shopping bag, Dehya lifted her head as if on cue, scanning the streets for you like a lost puppy.
She smiled when her sharp eyes locked with yours. In a wordless question, she raised a brow and gestured behind her in the direction of your house, trying to gauge if you were ready to hit the road. You gave her a quick nod and rushed back to her side, relieved that she seemed completely oblivious to what had just transpired. As you matched pace to begin the walk home, you felt breathless for more reasons than one.
“Man, I missed it here.” Dehya stretched luxuriously as she stepped into your house, taking in the familiar sights with a fond expression on her face. By the time you’d made it back, the sun had nearly set, its last rays filtering through your windows to cast a brilliant golden light on her tan skin.
“You wouldn’t have to miss it if you stayed in one place for more than a few days,” you teased, slipping off your shoes and flopping dramatically onto your couch. She looked like she wanted to protest at that, but before she could, you continued on, “I’m surprised you had so much energy today after how tough that last job was.”
“The heat did have me feeling a little tired near the end,” she admitted. As if to prove her point, her mouth fell open into a yawn, which she quickly made sure to cover with her hand. It was a tendency of hers you’d always found cute—the highly feared and revered warrior, unafraid to break a few bones, but still polite enough to remember her manners.
“C’mere, then. Let’s relax a bit,” you beckoned her over, patting the space next to you on the couch. “Oh, and could you grab my purse for me on your way? I think I left it in my shopping bag.”
Just as expected, Dehya obeyed without question, and you had to fight back a smile when you heard her rustling around between the bags, unaware of what awaited her. “By the way, what were you thinking for dinner? If you have lamb meat I could whip something up with the vegetables we—”
Her sentence came to a sudden halt. Even without peering over at her, you knew she’d found exactly what you’d intended.
“What’s this?”
“Hm?” you replied innocently.
The hurried clacking of her heels on the floor made you sit up in anticipation, just in time to meet her shocked expression with a triumphant grin.
“When did you…?” It was hard not to giggle as Dehya’s eyes darted between you and the lipstick in her hand, realization dawning on her face all at once. “W-why did you…?”
“Oh, that? It’s just a little gift for you to celebrate a job well done.”
As if she hadn’t already been flustered enough, the word “gift” seemed to send her into a frenzy of abashment. “I-I could’ve just gone back for it tomorrow! You really didn’t have to buy it for me, especially not with your own money!”
“I wanted to,” you said simply.
“But it really isn’t cheap, this brand costs top mora! Let me pay you back—”
“Baby,” you interrupted, taking her hands in yours to silence her rambling. The petname did exactly what you’d hoped, as Dehya melted instantly, not even trying to resist as you tugged her down to sit next to you on the couch. Once you were at level with her, you rested your palm on her cheek with a reassuring smile. “How many times have you surprised me with presents like this from all over the world? You deserve something nice without having to get it yourself.”
Her skin felt wonderfully warm under your hand, and it only heated up more with what you said next. “Besides,” you added playfully, thumb dragging over her lips. “It’s just as much a gift for me as it is for you, right?”
“You’re so…” Dehya clicked her tongue, but it lost its desired effect when she pressed her cheek harder against you, like a cat begrudgingly headbutting you for affection. “Thank you,” she sighed at last.
You snuck a quick kiss to the tip of her nose. “You’re welcome, pretty girl. Are you gonna try it on for me?”
Regaining some of her composure, she flashed you a half-grin. “Starting to think you’re even more into this than I am.”
“I’m pursuing knowledge,” you proclaimed in mock offense. “I just wanna do some research to test if what that merchant said is true.”
“A scholar, huh?” she mused, unwrapping the lipstick at last and popping off its decorative cap. The glossy sheen coating the product immediately sparkled in the light, so pristine and perfect that you almost didn’t want her to ruin it. “Might just be the first one I’ve liked.”
You let go of Dehya’s face to slide your hand down to her thigh. She nearly squeaked, jumping a bit in place before she realized that you were only dipping your fingers into the pocket of her shorts to pull out her makeup mirror. She huffed as you handed it to her with a cheeky glint in your eyes, but flipped open the mirror without any complaints.
Her lips parted to allow herself to dab the product tentatively against them, trying to get a feel for its texture. Then, eyeing herself in the mirror, she applied the lipstick with a practiced ease, not missing a single corner or crevice until every inch was painted that vibrant red. She puckered her lips at her reflection once she was fully satisfied, letting out a tiny, pleased hum at the result.
“It’s great quality! Definitely worth the price,” she beamed.
Your heart jumped in your chest as she turned to look at you, her expression toeing the line of eager and nervous as she awaited your approval. The shade adorning her lips was almost identical to the fierce red of her clothing and painted nails, creating a gorgeous contrast to her icy blue eyes. If that weren’t enough to have you hooked, the glossy tint made them gleam in a way that was positively mesmerizing to watch. It took all your self-control not to lunge forward right there and sink your teeth into her like one of the sweet henna berries her lips were coated with.
“You’re staring a lot,” she tried to chuckle, but her gaze betrayed her, flickering shyly away from yours as a flush crept up her neck. “Cat got your tongue?”
“Something like that,” you said at last. “Think she’ll give it back to me?”
Dehya’s breath caught in her throat as you leaned in closer. You hovered mere centimeters away from her face, close enough to catch the gentle, flowery fragrance emanating from the lipstick. Her catlike pupils dilated as they searched yours for what felt like an eternity, waiting for you to make a move with bated breath. Then, her eyes fluttered shut, a silent invitation for you to get a taste of the lipstick yourself.
That was all it took for you to close the space between you, a warm, silky sensation enveloping your lips as soon as they pressed into hers. They were already so full and plush on their own, but the added texture of the makeup made them unbelievably soft on your senses. It was a feeling you instantly decided you could get addicted to.
She let out a content sigh into your mouth as you parted it wider, hungry for a better taste of her. You ran your tongue along her bottom lip, relishing in the sweet flavors that flooded your tastebuds. The fruity blend of the lipstick mixed with traces of the candied ajilenakh nuts you’d eaten together on the walk home—her favorite. But their sweetness paled in comparison to the moan that met your ears when your tongue slipped into her mouth, gliding against hers and sending a jolt of electricity through both of your bodies. Dehya’s hands flew up to your hips, nails digging softly into your clothes in an attempt to pull you closer, and to keep herself grounded.
You took things a step further, inching forward as you deepened the kiss until your movements guided her to fall back against the sofa cushions. She followed your lead without hesitation, not breaking the kiss or her grip on your waist for even a second. Wet smacking sounds began to fill the room as you devoured each other with more and more vigor. Coupled with the rising heat rolling off of your bodies, every kiss started to feel intoxicating, a pleasant haze nipping at the edges of your brain.
Now that you were fully on top of Dehya, you took the opportunity to slide your leg in between her thighs, spreading them to add the slightest bit of pressure to her core with your knee. She gasped softly, squeezing around you like a reflex and setting your skin ablaze at every point of contact with her flesh.
Even as your lungs began to ache for air, it was difficult to find enough willpower to stop when her velvety lips lulled you deeper and deeper into a dream that you never wanted to wake from. But you could tell that she was quickly reaching her limit, too, from the way her whimpers grew breathless and her hands stopped roaming your body, instead clinging to you like she’d forgotten how to do anything else.
Reluctantly, you broke free at last, dragging your teeth along her lower lip as you pulled away to draw out one more needy whine from her throat. The kiss left you both panting heavily, breaths fanning out over each other’s skin in a warm, ticklish dance. It took Dehya a moment to recover, but when she did, she blinked her eyes open slowly, dizzy and lovestruck as she gazed up at you.
She giggled softly once her vision focused enough to get a look at you, no doubt because most, if not all, of her lipstick had been transferred to your mouth in messy, red splotches.
“Guess…hah…it’s safe to say you like it?”
“It was made for you,” you murmured. You reached down to trace the shape of her mouth, marveling at the fact that it’d been melded seamlessly with yours just moments ago. Her eyes went half-lidded again, cheeks darkening in shade as she flicked her tongue out to give the pad of your finger a kittenish lick. It was subtle, but you picked up on what she wanted in an instant.
“And you were made for me,” you purred, prodding at her eager lips. As if to prove your words true, she opened her mouth obediently, allowing you to slip your middle and index fingers inside. You savored the sight of her as she gazed up at you, her already stunning eye shape accentuated by the black powder meticulously applied around them. Sultry and sweet, all at once. Her dark hair splayed out on the cushions around her, silky streaks of brown and gold draping over the fabric and framing her striking face.
“Good girl,” you cooed, pressing your fingers down against her tongue. “My pretty baby. I love seeing you like this.”
A low noise rose in Dehya’s throat, something between a moan and a mewl of protest.
“What? Don’t believe me?” you faked a pout, leaning in closer until you brushed playfully against her jaw. “Guess I’d better show you how much I mean it.”
She sucked harder as you licked a stripe down her neck, wrapping your fingers with a warm slickness that made you shudder. You peppered open-mouthed kisses along her skin, leaving a trail of bright lipstick marks wherever you roamed. She tilted her head back with a blissful sigh, baring her throat to you in a plea for more. You gladly indulged her by biting down on her flesh, rolling it between your teeth and making her mouth fall open with pleasure.
“A—ah, s’good,” she choked out, nearly incoherent between your fingers and the drool gradually pooling on her tongue.
You could feel her pulse racing under your mouth as you sucked a deep mark into her skin. “Yeah?” you mumbled, giving the sensitive spot a few languid licks before pulling away. “Gonna make you feel even better. Gonna make the prettiest mess out of you.”
Dehya whimpered over the sudden loss of your body heat, cool air taking its place and chilling every spot where your hot mouth had devoured her. You took a moment to admire your work, gaze roaming from her cheeks—now nearly the same shade of red as her puffy, gleaming lips—to her marked up neck. Along with your blooming love bites, the residual lipstick on your lips had left countless stains on her throat. They stood out so beautifully on her tan skin that it gave you an idea.
With some resistance from her, you wiggled your fingers out from her mouth, spine tingling over the smudged, glossy rings her lipstick had left around them and the crystalline threads of saliva connecting you to her lips. She blinked up at you, looking half-disappointed until she saw you reaching for the forgotten tube of lipstick.
“Well, it definitely made me fall to my knees.” You popped off the cap with a thoughtful hum. “If you’re good for me, we can test how much lower it can make me go.”
Her catlike pupils were wide as moons, so entranced by the view of you coating your lips crimson that she nearly forgot to reply. Swallowing hard, all she could muster up was a timid nod.
“That’s my girl,” you crooned, rubbing your lips together one last time before closing the cap again. Dehya lifted her hips to meet your touch as you slid your hands up her body, appreciating every curve and muscle. The softness of her hips, the perfect dip in her waist, the taut strength of her abdomen. It rose and fell with each breath of anticipation, expanding and flexing under your palms in a way that betrayed her nervousness. More like a wide-eyed prey animal than a fearsome lioness.
Unable to wait any longer, you hooked your fingers under the seams of her top and pulled it down to reveal her breasts. They spilled out of the fabric, full and smooth and irresistible; you wasted no time before attaching your mouth to them. She sucked in a sharp breath as you pressed feverish kisses all over her chest, overwhelming her with the wet heat of your mouth and the stickiness of the gloss. Your hands pawed gently at her breasts as you worked your mouth, so ample that some of the soft flesh spilled out from between your fingers.
Without warning, you paused your kisses to wrap your lips around her nipple, earning a cute squeak of your name and desperate arch of her back. As you swirled your tongue around the bud, she slowly but surely began to rock her hips upwards, grinding against your knee for some friction without even realizing it. The needy mewls building in her throat combined with the unbearable warmth you felt every time she bucked up into you made it difficult for you to remain focused. Still, you continued sucking on her nipple until it was puffy and swollen, leaving a bright red ring when you pulled away that marked where your lips had been.
A shaky, grateful moan filled the room as you wandered over to her other breast to give it the same treatment. “P-please.” She reached down aimlessly until she managed to find one of your hands, tugging it away from her chest to trail down her stomach instead. “Please, baby. Can’t—mmph—take it anymore.”
She jolted as you hummed around her nipple in response. Dehya had many virtues, but patience had never exactly been one of them. You knew the only thing stopping her from pulling her shorts down herself and begging for you to just take her already was the desire to be good for you. Well, that, and, the remaining bits of her pride that hadn’t yet been drowned out by lust.
You took your sweet time before unlatching yourself from her swollen nipple, teasing the other between your fingers and drawing out a low, impatient whine from her. “What’s wrong? Big strong merc like you can’t handle a few kisses?”
She pouted down at you, utterly harmless. “Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not,” you insisted. “Just wanna appreciate every bit of my baby’s perfect body.”
Even under normal circumstances, she had trouble dealing with your praises. Now, the honeyed words reduced her to a puddle, unable to string a proper response together. Instead, she took a different approach, fingers trembling as she guided your hand to rest over her clothed pussy. “Please,” she whispered, voice breaking. “Please, ‘m so wet.”
Heat pooled in your stomach, putting a crack in your resolve laughably fast. She wasn’t lying—the fabric of her shorts was damp against your palm, and when she pushed her hips up to grind into your touch, you could feel her muscles twitching wildly for some kind of relief.
“So needy,” you murmured. “But pretty girl like you gets whatever she wants.”
Dehya melted into the cushions as you finally brought both hands down to her heavy belt, undoing it as quickly as possible before moving on to the button of her shorts. With how worked up she was, the air hitting her exposed heat as you tugged the garment down was enough to make a raspy groan rise in her throat. You felt a pang of sympathy for toying with her for so long, but in your defense, it was far too easy to get lost in her body.
“Shh, don’t worry. I’m gonna make you feel so good,” you promised, gently kneading at the flesh of her thick thighs. Without you having to order her, she spread them as wide as she could for you, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment over her own desperation. Her breath hitched as you traced a finger delicately around her mound, admiring the gleam of her dripping wet folds before moving down to her slit to scoop up some of the juices that had leaked out of her. Using the added slickness, you circled over her clit, spreading her essence over the sensitive bud and taking pride in the visible shudder that ran through her body.
You leaned down to press a kiss to her pelvic bone, leaving a near perfect lipstick mark right above her pussy, as if to claim it as yours. Her clit throbbed under the pad of your finger, and you gave the aching bud one last teasing flick before dipping your index into her entrance at last. She tightened around you instantly with a moan of pure relief, warm, velvety walls wrapping around you so perfectly that you couldn’t help but let out a hum yourself. Little by little, you eased out of her, pressing kisses to her lower stomach and admiring the way it contracted receptively under your lips. As sensitive as the tummy of a true cat.
Soft squelching noises began to form as you pumped your index finger in and out of her at a slow but steady pace. A fresh surge of wetness coated your skin each time she squeezed around you, making the push and pull of your movements almost effortless.
“You really are soaked,” you teased between kisses. “Is it that good?”
“Mmm, mhm,” she mewled. On top of you finally filling her up, the sensation of your lips suckling and nibbling all over her tummy made it difficult for her to string a sentence together. “M-more…more, please. Want another—ngh.”
The rest of her words fizzled out before she could beg you for it properly. All she could do was squirm helplessly under your mouth, hips rocking and stomach muscles clenching in hopes you would get the message.
“Not enough? I’ve got you, baby.”
You pressed your free hand against her abdomen to hold her still, just long enough for you to slip your middle finger into the pocket of wet heat awaiting you. Dehya’s hands flew to your head with a gasp of your name, tangling her fingers in your hair. The claws of her armor added a faint sting to her grip, but that only spurred you on. Her insides were like silken pillows around your fingers, enveloping you with their warmth so tightly as if she were afraid to let you go for even a second.
It didn’t take her long to adjust to your second finger, walls sucking you greedily back in each time you dragged them out. Her juices were dripping down into your palm at this point, creating sounds so filthy that you felt your own underwear beginning to soak with arousal.
“That’s it, good girl,” you praised her, taking on a faster pace. “You sound so pretty for me.”
She practically keened in response, arching her back off the cushions to take as much of you inside of her as she could. The pads of your fingers rubbed against her sweet spot as she did, spongy and slick. It caused a burst of pleasure so intense that her thighs jolted, a breathless plea for you to repeat the action falling from her lips. You obliged instantly, sinking your teeth into her stomach at the very same moment your fingers plunged knuckles-deep into her drenched heat.
With a near-sob, she dug her nails into your scalp, far fiercer than she’d ever let herself when she was in her right mind. But now, it was clouded with bliss, unable to process anything outside of your fingers and mouth mercilessly working her to her climax. You curled your fingers against the gummy roof of her walls, matching her rhythm as she rolled her hips in sync with every thrust of your fingers. She was fully panting now, stomach rising and falling frantically under your lips as you continued peppering it with fiery hot kisses.
“Close,” she whined, a pitiful sound that she’d surely blush over later. “F-fuck, baby, ‘m so close.”
You cooed in acknowledgement, re-angling your hand so that your palm was flattened against her pussy, pounding against her clit each time you sank your fingers into her. It added electrifying sparks of stimulation that sent her over the edge in mere moments. Just a few more expert pumps of your fingers, and suddenly Dehya’s moans went quiet as she sucked in a sharp breath, jaw falling open in a silent cry before her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave.
Her walls fluttered wildly around your fingers, thighs trembling around your waist as ripple after ripple of pleasure wracked her body. You guided her gently through her climax, whispering encouragement into her skin and slowing your fingers to a slow rock inside of her. The juices that spilled out of her were thick, almost creamy, drenching your palm and dripping down your arm.
Dehya collapsed back against the cushions, heavy breaths gradually fading into sweet, content sighs. You took the time to admire her wrecked form as she came down from her high, skin flushed and glistening with sweat, carefully styled hair now hair adorably tousled, and her entire body decorated with smudged lipstick stains. Your own personal work of art.
Her eyes blinked open slowly as she recovered from her climax, giving you a dazed, blissed out look. Though you tried to be mindful as you pulled your fingers out of her pulsing heat, she still whined softly, both from overstimulation, and the sudden emptiness. You parted your fingers in a scissor-like motion, watching in fascination as the gossamer strings of her release spread out like silk. Then, without warning, you stuck them in your mouth.
Dehya squeaked in surprise, her entire face going red all over again as she clumsily tried to sit up on her elbows. “H-hey!”
You simply hummed around your fingers, savoring in every drop of her essence on your tongue until it was licked completely clean. She sputtered something incoherent as you made a show of pulling the digits out of your mouth with a dramatic pop and swiping your tongue over your lips.
“Henna berries are nice,” you sang. “But I like the taste of you a lot more.”
Too spent to give you a piece of her mind, Dehya did the only thing she could think of in that moment, grabbing the nearest pillow and flinging it at you in a desperate attempt to ease the burn of embarrassment gripping her body. She gave an exasperated huff when you only giggled as it hit you square in the face, but you didn’t miss the way her features softened.
“Never taking you shopping with me again.”