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And that, she thinks as the orgasm crashes into her with the force of a tidal wave and pulls her down to the bottom of an ocean of bliss, is one of the grand benefits of dating a martial god. So strong even without a lick of spiritual power.
“Ha. Lick,” she mumbles in the haze of her delirium, only realising that she said it out loud when Pei Su fucking giggles into her cunt.

or: Ban Yue and Pei Su have a very good time and maybe also break a bedpost in the process.

Notes:

posting my first ever explicit work to really kick off the year with a BANG haha pls laugh

can be read as a standalone

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Ban Yue takes in the sight of him, worked up and panting beneath her, his eyes glazed over with lust, and feels the heat pool inside her, ghost body be damned. She traces a cool finger along the pretty blush that spreads from Pei Su’s chest all the way up to his ears and dusts his cheek bones a rosy pink.

“Alright?” she asks, contrasting the gentleness of her voice with a cruel twist of the hand she has on his dick.

The moan it elicits is music to her ears.

“Mn, I’m great,” Pei Su pants, head thrown back against the sheets, his neck stretched out alluringly. The way his muscles flex beneath the sun-kissed skin is mouth-watering and Ban Yue licks her lips salaciously before dipping down to nip at the spot right above his jugular. It garners her a breathless gasp and a stuttered, “No- not fair!”

Worth it. She kisses softly over the mark, then moves further down to bite down even harder at the junction between Pei Su’s neck and shoulder.

He groans and arches into her, hands grasping desperately at the bedpost they’re tied to. Ban Yue has half a mind to tell him off, warn him not to break that poor bedpost again, but the thought disperses into thin air when Pei Su rolls his hips up into her hand.

“Haven’t you- ugh, haven’t you teased enough?” Pei Su whines, desperately seeking more friction against his arousal. Ban Yue snorts and lets go of his neck to look up into pleading brown eyes.

Heavens, how she loves this sight.

“Tell me what you want, gege,” she mutters, pressing a kiss against his jaw as she trails her thumb over the crown of his cock. Her free hand ghosts over the hard lines of his body, moves appreciatively over his straining biceps, squeezes at his pecs hard enough to bruise.

“Suck me off,” Pei Su responds without an ounce of hesitation. He shoots Ban Yue a heated look as she turns to him again, bends his head forward as much as it will go with his arms tied behind him in a clear demand for a kiss.

Ban Yue indulges him, presses her lips to his, melts into the contact. His tongue swipes out against her lips, presses into her mouth, moves so boldly against her own that Ban Yue finds herself gasping for a breath she doesn’t need.

Another twist of the hand she has between his thighs and Pei Su moans, loud and lewd, into her mouth. The wood of the bed post creaks miserably under his grip, sounding like it doesn’t have much longer to last. Ban Yue pays it no mind and pushes two fingers of her free hand into Pei Su’s mouth, past the blood red of his lips and pressing down onto his tongue.

“Show me,” she rasps, and before the words are even fully out, Pei Su is sucking on her fingers hard enough to pop them out of their sockets. He looks up at her through thick lashes as his tongue drags over her knuckles, slow and powerful and deliberate.

Ban Yue can hear her stomach growl.

“Like that,” Pei Su says, popping off her fingers and letting his head drop back to the bed. His flushed face is framed by the inky waves of his hair, beautiful and dangerous like the satisfied little smile he wears. “And afterwards, you sit on my face and I eat you out.”

Ban Yue feels her lips curl up in a smirk and she gives his dick another tug just to see the smug expression on Pei Su’s face crumble on a needy gasp.

“Sounds like a deal.”

She presses one last kiss to Pei Su’s spit-slicked lips, then starts to move down his body, stopping at his neck, his nipples, his abs, to lick and bite greedily at the exposed skin.

“So pretty, gege,” she mutters into the skin below his navel, shooting a look up to savour the sight of Pei Su’s arms trembling in their restraints. Her right hand stays still on his dick, feeling it pulse, painfully hard, in her fist. With the other, she grips his thigh and pushes it up on the bed, fingers digging meanly into the rock-hard muscle. “You’re truly a heavenly sight.”

Pei Su huffs a laugh, bright and melodious in the heavy air of their bedroom. It’s a good sound, better even than his breathless cries. It reminds her of the good days of her childhood, the ones spent playing with him on the streets, showing off whatever new song or dance General Hua had taught her. It’s a sound that is paired with that big, toothy smile of his, the same one he wears when she praises his cooking or jumps into his arms.

Ban Yue drinks in the view for another moment, euphoric and addictive like a potent drug. Then she moves down the last short distance and takes him into her mouth.

Ah!” Pei Su sobs and Ban Yue can feel him straining not to thrust into her mouth. It’s a small kindness that she repays by sucking on his cock as hard as he did on her fingers.

“Ban Yue- ah, Ban- Ban Yue!”

She presses his hips down into the bed to avoid any accidents, heavy and hard, enough to leave marks. The pressure draws a pitiful whimper out of Pei Su, one that has Ban Yue redoubling her efforts.

Then, she remembers something.

“Hmph!” She pops off his dick and looks wide-eyed up at Pei Su. Her voice is hoarse when she asks, embarrassingly eagerly, “Ge, do you want my fingers?”

Pei Su looks like he’s mere seconds away from losing his mind, eyes rolling so far back into his head that he must be able to see his brain’s higher functions shutting off in rapid succession.

“God, yes,” he groans, face turning the shade of a sunset. “Yes, please, you know I can’t turn that down.”

“Alright, hang on, let me get the oil,” Ban Yue responds. She sits up from the nest she’s made for herself between Pei Su’s legs and pretends the sound he lets out in protest of her absence does not affect her.

The heat in her crotch calls her a liar.

Ban Yue finds the oil quickly enough, carefully hidden away under some papers in the second drawer of their nightstand because both of them like to forget that there is nobody to intrude on them in their own home. She slicks two fingers of her right hand, then promptly returns to the warm space between Pei Su’s thighs and starts teasing his opening.

Sometime this month, she wants to draw it out long enough for Pei Su to beg and shiver and let her have him whatever way she wants. Right now, though, her own needs protest that idea and she pushes a finger into him the moment she feels the muscle give.

Pei Su keens and arches off the bed, hands clenching around the bed post, muscles flexing all across his torso. Ban Yue pushes down against the sharp V of his hips again and wraps her lips around the tip of his cock, sucking gently in sync with the pumps of her finger.

It’s satisfying, really, seeing this big and mighty martial god fall apart beneath her. It’s gratifying, even, the way he looks over at her like she’s his entire world, the same way he looks whenever he watches her smile or sees her dropping the eggs he picked up in town yet again. After two hundred years of looking at her with only guilt and longing in his eyes, she prays to all the gods and ghosts she knows of that Pei Su’s smile will never fade.

To show her appreciation, Ban Yue curls her finger up inside him and bops down the length of his dick until his coarse hair tickles against the tip of her nose. The sounds that pulls from his pretty red lips could be a ballad all on their own.

“Oh, fuck!” he shouts and the entire bed frame creaks in agreement. “If you do that, I won’t- ah- won’t last much longer-“

Ban Yue hums happily around her mouthful, popping off just to give the shaft a solid lick before moving back to suck on it properly. She teases her middle finger around Pei Su’s asshole, thrusting steadily inside him with her index. He’s hot and leaking inside her mouth, pulsing against her tongue and pushing up against the tight grip she has on his hip. The heat emanating from him is somehow even more overwhelming than the desert sun she grew up under, engulfing her with the might of a sandstorm.

She hums again, deep and smug, knowing he’ll feel every single vibration, then pushes in the second finger and thrusts up until she hits his prostate.

Pei Su moans loud enough for the entire village to hear, his entire body tensing up and curling in on itself, and the bedpost finally splinters and gives in. The solid piece of wood breaks achingly off the rest of the bed frame and flies away with the rope binding it to Pei Su’s wrists, only narrowly avoiding both their heads before landing to the side.

They pause to stare at each other in silence, Pei Su wide-eyed and sweating, Ban Yue trying desperately not to start laughing on his cock.

“I’m sorry,” he says, smiling sheepishly down at her. “I’ll fix it tomorrow.”

Ban Yue huffs a laugh through her nose and gives a hard suck in a show of agreement, fingers working to underline her point. Pei Su reaches down desperately, hands still bound together and lugging the broken piece of wood behind, and digs his fingers into her hair, pulling lightly on it in warning.

A couple more thrusts and a good show of what Ban Yue’s mouth can do and then Pei Su is cumming down her throat and letting out the most fucked out little gasps she’s heard him make since…

Well, since last time. He’s quite vocal and predictable if Ban Yue’s being honest.

“Fuck, ah- yes- hmn-“

Ban Yue keeps sucking him off lightly, careful not to be too rough with him now, swallowing down his load and massaging gently where her fingers are still pressed up inside him. The calloused pads of Pei Su’s fingers card between the strands of her hair, slow and appreciative, as he rides the waves of his orgasm.

“Like that. Ah, enough, enough…” He pulls her off gently as pleasure gives way to hypersensitivity. “Give me- just give me a second.”

Pei Su collapses onto the bed like a limp sack of rice, entirely boneless and whining only slightly when Ban Yue pulls her fingers out of him. She moves out from her seat between his thighs and hovers over him carefully, pressing a kiss lightly against his lips.

“Was that fine, Pei Su-gege?” she asks angelically, pulling away just enough so she can look down at the blissful expression on his face, tinted with a rosy flush and framed within his sweaty bangs. Ban Yue is distinctly aware that she has never seen a portrait more beautiful than the man she gets to lay her eyes on every day.

“‘Fine’ is a bit of an understatement if you ask me,” Pei Su responds, a lazy grin pulling at his pretty mouth. “If you keep fucking me this good, I might just tear down the entire house by accident.”

Ban Yue squints at him skeptically, fighting back a smile, and flicks him over the forehead.

“You know you don’t have to be tied up, right?”

“But I want to.”

That is accompanied by a pout, very much akin to a child who’s been denied dessert. It’s enough to make Ban Yue roll her eyes and dip down to kiss him again, lips moving against his in slow, deliberate movements.

“Mn.” Pei Su pushes her away lightly, which is not the easiest thing to do when his wrists are still bound to each other and a broken bedpost, but he manages nonetheless. “Your turn.”

Ban Yue smirks and shifts to straddle his waist, taking his hand in her lap and beginning to untie the rope.

“How kind of you, gege,” she says, pulling out the broken bedpost and flicking it over her shoulder. It hits something behind her, possibly a pot, and she cringes before turning a guilty smile towards Pei Su. “Sorry. I hope that wasn’t important.”

Pei Su just shrugs, not seeming to care much about one more broken thing. His eyes are glued to Ban Yue’s form, full of adoration, so he probably didn’t see what it was either.

“It can’t be as important as you,” he says, so warm beneath her that he might just start a fire. His wrists are rubbed red where the rope comes off, but he doesn’t seem to care. “Just one more thing to fix tomorrow, I suppose.”

It’s sweet, the way he likes to push everything off just to have one moment longer with Ban Yue. It makes her feel like the centre of the universe, albeit a very small one, a tiny moon circled by its blazing, fated star.

She smiles at him and takes his wrists carefully within her hands, massages tenderly against the damaged skin, her own fingers as cold as the rest of her body against his. They balance each other out, somehow, this moon and her star, this sun and his moon. A long time passed during which their orbits fell out of plane with each other, crossing only rarely and briefly in some lonely two hundred years.

“I love you,” Pei Su whispers, hands cradled in hers, their paths realigned and eternal.

Ban Yue raises his hands to her lips, presses gentle kisses against the red lines of his wrists. Between touches, she looks at him intently and says, “I love you, too.”

They indulge each other like this for a bit, Pei Su watching bemusedly until Ban Yue decides that he’s been kissed better sufficiently and she can place his hands carefully next to him on the bed.

“Ready?” Pei Su asks with a charming smile and a look that could make any person swoon.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?” Ban Yue laughs, moving further up over his body and only stopping when she’s bracketed Pei Su’s ears with her calves.

“Oh, I’m ready alright,” Pei Su shoots back, suave and seductive.

Before Ban Yue can even think of a response, he’s already reached up his hands to grip her thighs, head tilted upwards to lick against her folds.

A full-body shiver hits her, from where Pei Su’s tongue is lapping lazily at her up through her spine and down into her legs. Ban Yue has to brace her hands against the wall in front of her to keep from dropping down on his face and breaking his neck.

It would be… unfortunate, considering his admirable skillset.

“Ge…” Ban Yue protests when Pei Su, seemingly unbothered by the possibility of his own demise, wraps his hands more tightly around her thighs and pulls her down, insistently, until she is fully seated on his face.

Then he starts licking into her in earnest and oh god, Ban Yue can’t decide what’s better, the sound, the view, or the feeling.

Fuck, he looks good like this, laid out beneath her, his mouth and nose coated in spit and slick as he eats her out with the conviction of a starving man. He’s slurping and sucking and thrusting his tongue into her, digging his fingers into the flesh of her thighs and moaning more than she does.

“Deeper,” Ban Yue gasps and Pei Su obliges like the divine being he is, his face pressed so far into her pussy that she doubts he can still breathe. He licks over her clit, then pushes in as far as his tongue will go and curls it up against her walls, dedicated like a believer on a pilgrimage. He kindles a blaze inside her, hot, heavy, engulfing all of her until she can feel it all the way inside her cold bones, and she barely manages to choke out a simple but loaded, “Good.

And Pei Su fucking keens underneath her, loud and throaty and pleased to no ends. He pulls her so far down that Ban Yue fears she’ll crush his face, but heavens does he look gorgeous between her thighs, so flushed and messy and eager, his brows drawn together in devoted concentration.

Ban Yue keeps her hands braced against the wall as Pei Su keeps sucking and licking and lapping at her pussy until the muscles in her arms finally give, and then he’s holding her up by her thighs alone, so effortlessly as if she weighs nothing.

And that, she thinks as the orgasm crashes into her with the force of a tidal wave and pulls her down to the bottom of an ocean of bliss — that is one of the grand benefits of dating a martial god. So strong even without a lick of spiritual power.

“Ha. Lick,” she mumbles in the haze of her delirium, only realising that she said it out loud when Pei Su fucking giggles into her cunt.

Okay, that’s enough. Time for cuddling before she says anything even dumber.

“We should clean up,” Ban Yue says as she climbs off Pei Su’s face and settles down next to him, her words spaced far apart to avoid another mishap. She lies down on her side and pillows her head on his chest, adding unnecessarily, “We’re both gross and sweaty.”

“Mn, we are,” Pei Su agrees, a little hoarsely, wrapping his arms around Ban Yue and drawing her closer before he pulls the blanket up to cover the both of them up. “Absolutely disgusting, in fact. We shouldn’t go to sleep like this.”

“Hm, we shouldn’t. Goodnight, gege.”

A kiss against her temples, followed by a quiet and satisfied exhale.

“Goodnight, my love.”

And so they fall asleep.

Notes:

thanks for reading my brainrot, i really needed this out of my system. i appreciate any kudos and comments, and am open to constructive criticism ❤️

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