꒰ this is my submission piece for @anantaru + @bluexiao sweet + spice collab . . . fank yew for letting me join !!! ꒱ ♱ warnings — f!reader, pussyjobs, handjobs, my very :/ characterisation of bby heizou who i need to build, exhibitionism < 3
“o-oh my, that feels good—“ heizou gasps from where he’s laying under you while you straddle his lap, more than content with the way you’re currently rubbing your pussy along the length of his cock.
it wasn’t uncommon for you to spend his quieter days on the job in the same place you are right now, enjoying each other’s company under the same tree, in the beautiful scenic spot where your boyfriend used to come to read alone before he met you — it’s far enough from inazuma city for you both to remain undisturbed, but the same, comforting atmosphere still hangs calmly in the space where you both exhale.
however to spend it this way — your arms hooked around heizou’s shoulders while you rub your puffy folds along his cock, whispering and keening when you feel it throb and thicken against your clit, was not what you had planned.
it had started innocently at first, your legs hooked over his thighs as he read, letting his fingers trace shapes along your calves while you both basked in the serenity the shaded spot gave you. but then you shuffled closer and it was almost instinctive the way he guided you onto his lap, although he didn’t expect the familiar heat of your cunt over his clothed cock to make him quite as mindless so quickly.
“oh, my my—you’re really, mmm.. good at this.” heizou sighs as he lets his head fall back against the tree he’s currently propped up against, and his thigh tremble from where they’re pinned underneath you at the next hypnotic roll of your pussy along his cock.
you’re soft and warm, and his fingers squeeze into the dip of your waist as he helps to rock you along the length of him, a hushed groan vibrating behind his lips when he feels the bump of your clit graze along his swollen tip.
heizou feels your fingertips pet along his shoulders before they’re twisting in his hair and pulling, and call it.. intuition, or the way he can feel the way your slick is smearing along his cock and mixing with his pre-cum, but he knows you’re close. the mess between you both only easing every lewd swirl of your hips as you gasp and sigh, your pussy clenching so tight he can feel that too when he helps you grind against him.
for someone who’s job is using his brain, he can’t deny the way the push and pull of your body makes him unable to even think as his grip on your skin grows tighter. there’s a blush that feels fuzzy along his skin when he blinks up at you to give you a half-lidded look of carnal need, and his voice catches on his next groan before he’s meeting every grind of your hips with long thrusts of his own.
your toes flex from where they’re hooked over heizou’s thighs when you feel the blunt tip of his cock catch along your puffy clit, making your nails dig into his scalp and when the sensation mixes with the soft, bouncing motion of your body along his cock he almost feels delirious.
your body feels like silk along his, his cock glistening everytime you rock your hips back, and the sight alone makes his head spin when he sinks back deeper — watching your eyes flutter as your fingers trace down to wrap around the sensitive head of his cock and angle it higher, letting you hump your pussy along it so prettily, easing your movements while his hands wander and squeeze at your body.
“a-at this rate, i wont last long—mmmph!” heizou feels dizzy with every greedy swirl of your clit along the sensitive nerves of his cock as you gasp, and the way you moan for him doesn’t do him any favours when they drip through his spine, making his desperate, needy ruts against your body grow faster. it only takes a few more wet bounces of your pussy along his cock until your whole body slackens, and he pulls you against his chest when your orgasm makes you melt into him.
he can feel the way your slick is intensifying as you cum, your thighs twitching over his as he eases his cock through your folds — helping you ride out your orgasm as you slur praises and half hormone-drunken pants of his name into his ear. but every ethereal sound that falls from your lips only sends him closer to the edge of his own release, before you’re easing yourself back slightly to squeeze your fingers around his cock once more.
you hear heizou’s breathing hitch before he’s groans when you give his cock a few long, languid pumps with your palm — squeezing along the sensitive glands as you use the accumulated mix of your release and his pre-cum to ease your strokes. every twist of your wrist makes him breathless, panting as something delightful feels like it bursts down his thighs and he feels his abdomen flex on his next inhale—god, he’s going to cum.
“c-can—hnnmgh! can you kiss me?” he gasps, legs stiffening as his fingertips dig into your thighs and you continue to pump his cock, but he feels your lips curl with soft delight against his skin before you’re trailing kisses along his cheeks, sighing when your lips finally find his own just in time for you to swallow his shameless, low whine when he cums.
the first streak of his load is warm when it lands along your fingertips, the rest painting the flexing, toned muscles of his abdomen as he sucks languidly on your tongue. his mouth moving in messy tandem with your own, and heizou wishes he could remain here forever as his hand hooks along the back of your neck to pull you closer.
he only pulls away when he’s twitching from overstimulation, his lips curling into a softer sort of grin as his eyes close in a content sort of bliss. he feels drowsy when the remaining light from the sun feels like it warms you both, but he still finds the energy to stretch his arm behind his head before he’s pulling you closer to kiss you again with the other as he giggles.
“hmm.. i suppose we better get cleaned up, but i think we both deserve a rest together before then, don’t you?”
"you're a feisty one, aren't you?" he’s silent, childe is brushing his lips over your body, prodding his tongue out lightly to slide it across your sensitive skin which was already quivering from his touch alone, "yet don't push my buttons, you here me?" he's so angry right now, how dare you flirt with someone in front of him, not to mention so fucking bluntly, didn't he taught you better than this?
"just flirting like that in front of my poor poor eyes." ajax is getting harsher now, his growing erection throbbing against your cunt when he continued to rut himself against you. His mouth was brushing against your own, advancing forward to bite down on your lower lip while pulling back again. Your breathing is hitched, panting mess underneath the man above you. You could curse him, yet nothing escaped past your throat, unable to voice your annoyance. Childe was just way too attractive right now, handsome and the biggest tease you know. In a way it was almost adventurous to get on his nerves every now and then. You‘d never know how he‘d react since he‘s good at keeping his playful demeanor up. Yet today was one of those rare days where ajax actually voiced his concerns, just desperately showing just how crazy is over you.
❁ 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘
pantalone was hovering over your body like a mad man, examining your figure while tracing the soft curves of your hips. You're slowly unraveling underneath him, much to your disliking. Truth be told you couldn't stand him, yet how was he able to make you feel like this every single time. It always ended in the same way, meaning in you getting your brain fucked out by him. It was almost embarrassing in a way, you weren't able to decipher the feeling you were holding onto right now.
"don‘t do that anymore." he‘s silent, barely making his sentence hearable to your ears, "don‘t push my buttons." you‘re gulping out as he let go of the sentence with a click of his tongue. His body was now pressed hard on top of yours, throbbing cock straining hard against his dresspants as he started to hump himself against your warmth with lewd snaps forward of his body. Pantalone wasn‘t quite sure if you really deserved to be fucked by him right now, your obvious brattiness could be quite a sweet treat to the man, yet even he had a line that shouldn‘t be crossed at all times— you were very much aware of that. Your legs are rising up higher now so he‘d have a better opportunity to nestle himself comfortably in your thighs, movements never faltering on your clothed pussy as he continued to get himself off to you.
❁ 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘
scaramouche was guiding your head up and down his hard length— that was straining your throat with every thrust, "don‘t." he‘s cutting off his sentence with his own harsh panting against you, "don‘t push my buttons, i‘m warning you." he made sure that his voicing was threatening, deep and angry so you were aware that he wasn‘t in fact bluffing but taking said sentence very serious.
you weren't expecting him to shower you with words of encouragements anyways, yet even you couldn't help yourself and be a bit bratty when scaramouche wasn't exactly giving you much attention. You're picking up where you had left off while he was sitting back, your hand tight on his shaft and stroking painfully slow circling movements whenever your mouth would bob up his cock. You're hollowing your cheeks before pulling him back in, the vibrations of your faint moans around his girth was making it hard for scaramouche to remain a stoic expression. He didn't want to smirk or visualize that he was very much enjoying this right now, biting back yet another groan before thrusting his hips up your mouth again, toes curling while his goosebumps rose up his skin from the sudden approach of his orgasm.
❁ 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢
ayato pressed the tip of his tongue against your sobbing entrance— which was already coated with your sinful wetness. He‘s truly lost in your taste, it‘s so gooey and sweet around his tongue, lapping up the slick that you gave him generously while looking up at you through his lashes. Your whines were muffled by your hand, yet he could hear well enough to know you‘re obviously enjoying yourself.
your moans grew louder but sharply stopped once ayato refrained from your warmth, crawling over your body until his lips met your own, "stop doing that." his voice is hazy, yet it made you shiver slightly, digging your teeth against the plush of your underlip, "what?" truth be told you were aware on what he was pointing out towards. You were really outdoing yourself today, flirting with thoma in front of his eyes wasn‘t something you always did. Yet you figured, why not? it‘s only fun to see the oh so stoic yashiro commissioner become furious at the sight. "don‘t push my buttons." your trembling thighs tensed up once ayato spread them open further, his dress pants becoming stained with your slick yet he didn‘t care, only fantasizing about numerous ways to ruin you tonight. You‘re jerking your hips up after feeling his erection push against your cunt, ayato couldn‘t help it but grin hazily at you because of your current desperate state, truly nothing could beat this in his eyes.
category : 米哈游 原神 work title : mixing and matching each other’s clothes add. note : modern!au
it was absolute hell whenever you went out of town because of a business trip. it didn’t happen frequently, howbeit, when it did, it felt like forever waiting for you to come home. he wasn’t one to fuss over fickle matters like this since he is the kind of man who takes great pride in his independence, regardless of your long relationship.
he pines to prove that he is still his own person, that he can function in your absence, and that he inarguably didn’t miss you an hour after your departure. although, he sounds determined and the goals were simple, he soon realizes that it was easier to say than accomplish.
the first day wasn’t too terrible; he was able to attend to his duties and responsibilities for the day while you linger in the far corner of his mind. the second day could’ve been better; he had woken up cold and lonely and, alas, it set his mood for the following hours. he was grumpier than usual and his co-workers, especially his subordinates, felt it.
the third day was awful; there was no doubting that. he was tempted to phone you numerous times. still, with the bits of willpower remaining in his system, he stops himself from making a full-blown mockery of himself. the fourth day was miserable; he spent his free time doing nothing productive. he laid in bed, scrolling through his camera roll and admires the candid pictures he took of you.
and the fifth day was too crappy to even recount. his misery mercifully didn’t extend another day
you return home near dawn. the sun had not risen yet when you walk past your front door and throw your belongings on your living room coffee table. you were initially taken aback to see no one greet you. contrary to your boyfriend’s crabby attitude, he is a morning person, meaning he would’ve been up at this hour. brushing it off, you go to your bedroom.
one thing you were prepared to see once you open the door was another empty room with the lights off. at this point, you were certain he camped out at his office again because not a soul made a sound to indicate anyone was home. and to your shock, you were shown to be wrong when your eyes caught the sight of your boyfriend asleep and hugging your pillow close to his chest.
if only you stared for a second longer, you’d notice he held it the very same way he embraced you at night; your attention was immediately fixated on the garment he wore.
“is that… my shirt?” you ask yourself, and your eyes narrow at the design.
kunikuzushi typically wore a white or sometimes, grey shirt and a pair of sweats to bed; but today, he wore a random oversized baby blue shirt. you’d assume he just bought one similar to yours if it weren’t for the bold logo of your favorite childhood cartoon show at the front. yeah, it was definitely your shirt.
your heart aches at the scene. were you gone that long? did he miss you this much? question after question bombarded your mind and you were unwitting that the answer was yes, you were gone for a while and yes, he misses you so much.
after you left, he was dumbfounded at how cold and lifeless the house was without your company. every minute he had to endure alone made him feel ill at ease. there was this tiny nagging voice inside his head and it told him he was missing something, or perhaps, someone. it bruised his ego to understand it was because of you. of course, as much as he reassures himself that he didn’t need you at all times.
he did.
the past few days didn’t feel complete without you there. he was well-aware this was a cheesy conclusion, and he did roll his eyes when it clicked, but it was the truth.
“you’re home.” his voice was groggy. although it sounds like a question, you knew it was a comment that funnily enough mimics a sigh of relief.
“i am.” you nod, earning a low hum of “hurry up, get in bed,” from him, and it causes you to make haste and change into your sleepwear.
approaching the bed, it didn’t take long for you boyfriend to tug you towards where he laid. he locks you in his arms with him acting as the little spoon for once. he rests his face by your chest then drowsily replies with a yawn, “took you long enough.”
you didn’t know if he was referring to your return from your business trip or the bathroom; however, what you did know is that it was the first time he properly slept in a long time.
alarm rousing you awake, you didn’t hurry to leave your bed. instead you stare blankly at the ceiling for a moment or two before proceeding to do your daily routine. you brush your teeth, ate breakfast, bathed, dressed up, and left the house to grab a quick cup of iced coffee then headed to the office building. it became a regularity; there wasn’t a point where you went against the schedule.
well, none that you can recall.
as a petty result, you miss the curious nosy people toss you. from the lady at the reception desk to your co-workers who sat idle in the cubicles, they turn their heads when you walk by and gawked. it wasn’t discrete so how it flew right under your nose is a mystery.
first were their prying stares and followed were their hushed whispers. bit by bit, it gradually grew louder and harder to ignore. on your left, you can hear himiko from three cubicles down murmur to aoi about some long-sleeved maroon polo shirt. you brush it off. those two were obsessed about being at par with the latest fashion trends after all.
on your right, you catch yasuo from finance and his buddies chat about a rumored on-going office romance by the water cooler near the printer.
you try to shrug it off again and focus on your work, uttering every now and then that the sooner you get this done, the sooner you get to go home. it didn’t work. the whispers turn into full-blown chatter and it diverts your attention.from the unfinished document displayed on your computer. you stop bothering and hide in the office break room to unwind.
amidst prepping another cup of iced coffee, the door opens and you watch a familiar figure walk in from your peripheral. your grip on the coffee pot tightens. it was ajax.
your boss.
you wouldn’t have bat an eye if you weren’t roused with the memory of what transpired between you after the company christmas party. while he was your superior, he certainly didn’t act like it; and that could be attributed to the fact you share a close friend in your personal life.
other people might have gone crazy at the news of this, but zhongli — who withstood the slow burn of romantic tension unfolding in front of him — felt pure relief to know you both finally resolve it.
what you didn’t count on to blossom from that winter night you spent warming his bed is a relationship. a real one. thereafter, you find him trying to worm his way into your life and schedule. ajax wasn’t shy. he proudly announced that he was going to court you with a stupid grin over dinner out at your favorite restaurant one friday night.
you couldn’t resist him. although he can be wildly annoying, he was definitely the type of man you’d bring home to meet your parents. he was charming, smart, and great with kids; not to mention undeniably handsome too! it was game over for you when he flashed you a boyish grin.
obviously, such a relationship needed to be hidden. whether you like it or not, it had to kept a secret. whereas you did try to hide it, your boyfriend followed half-heartedly.
“well, if it isn’t my beautiful girlfriend!”
you nearly drop the coffee pot when you hear how close his voice was to your ear. you look up, holding onto the counter to prevent yourself from falling down. he was too near. your inquisitive eyes bore into his towering figure and from his perspective, you look like a scared little bunny in front of its predator. it was obvious you didn’t appreciate his advances right now in a place where people can walk in at any second or minute! what on earth was he on?
you were too preoccupied watching the door that you didn’t feel him toy with the maroon fabric of your sleeve.
“wait a minute… is that my shirt?” ajax lifted a brow at you. the corners of his mouth quirk up. oh, was he enjoying this.
“is it?” your eyes dart from him to the top you wore. it made sense, you guess, deeply thinking about it. you never saw it before or remember buying it.
“uh-huh!” he nods, rather enthusiastically. “it must’ve went to your pile by accident when we did our laundry together!” lies. he calculatedly placed it there because one, he wanted something of his to be with you and two, he needed a good excuse to visit your apartment.
“y-you can have it! it looks better on you than it did on me!” he blurts in no time, leaving you no room to even offer to go get it dry-cleaned and return it to him the next day.
your mouth opens in protest, however, that’s when it clicks inside your head. everything suddenly made sense! the strange glances… the loud whispers… himiko murmuring to aoi about a maroon shirt… yasuo theorizing about an office romance… they were all talking about you! you turn pale. it also means they’ve connected the dots.
uh, oh.
noticing the slight crinkle of your nose, your boyfriend holds your chin and tilts your face to meet his gaze. his thumb ran along under your bottom lip. “hm, what’s with the sour look, pretty girl?“
“i-i think they know… i think they know we’re dating! hello… how are you so calm? did you not hear what i just said?”
“i did… but will it really hurt to let them know?” ajax frowns. frankly, he was growing tired of pretending he wasn’t yours when other people were around.
you didn’t need to say it, your reaction did it for you.
“fine,” he huffs, frowning at you, “you leave the break room first, i’ll follow a few seconds later to not draw any attention towards us — okay?”
with a chaste peck on his lips, you do as he planned and bid him a soft goodbye before walking back to your cubicle. you force yourself to focus on your work; though, as you type on the keyboard, you felt the strong urge to look away from your screen. there, to your left, you see your boyfriend walk past your area, sending you a discrete wink.
♱ SUMMARY : a mere test subject he solely created to satisfy his lustful desires . . . why would he suddenly fall head over heels for something he already acquired?
♱ AN : sorry for being horny + this is my submission for an event collab held by @bluexiao and @anantaru <3
it was eerily silent as you were encompassed by the monotoned, tall, four walls. the glacial temperature traces goosebumps all over your naked skin, feeling somewhat numb until you felt the sudden urge to budge a movement.
a crease between your brows forms as you feel your limbs encaged by some unknown material that was preventing you from moving; that's when it finally sank in your mind to which your messy entangled thoughts release into straight lines. you were being used as a test subject for the doctor, with a project he wanted to do for so long but never got the chance to. it all changes today.
for the record, this was his first attempt. you groggily peel your eyes open to be welcomed by intricate designed ceilings of grayscales colors— what stands tall from both of your sides are numerous rolling cart drawers, each one containing a specific category of equipments to be used by the doctor. a short, fuzzy memory flashes in your mind, the voice was distinct but the image was blurry. a black silhouette forms against the dim lights, "refer to the doctor as my lord or you'll suffer a great consequence." was all you can remember as you were taken away by masked, armed soldiers.
"you're finally awake. i'll be back to check on your statistics." a deep, eloquent voice reverberates inside the quiet vicinity, words spoken with elegance and class. the tread of footsteps from the mysterious person echoes as he takes steps away from your numb body, it slowly dies down the further he got; his figure vanishing quickly. your eyes start to feel heavy as your lids roll down and before you knew it, you doze off into a deep slumber once again.
this time, the glacial temperatures no longer rake shivers running up and down your spine. your eyes flutter open as you were now awoken by the multiple sensations tracing circles on your skin. a hum of acknowledgement sounds, the harbinger picking up the fact that you were awake now. "your sensitivity was indeed heightened. i say from the experiment, i conclude this as a success." you anchor your attention to the bright arctic locks that tumbled way past the male's shoulders, especially narrowing your gaze at his beaked mask composing of neutral colors that covered the top portion of his face. as he does the littlest movements, the glowing aquamarine blue earring dangles towards the direction as well. if you could sum it all up in one word, his character appears bizarre.
"very well, you may sit up straight on your bed now." his husky voice chimes into your ears once again. for some reason, everytime he speaks to you, your body writhes from the chills he sends to your system. wasting no time, you follow suit to his orders and sit, the adamantine bindings previously prohibiting you from budging were now gone. instead, all you had on your body was a sheer white fabric reaching just above your knees. the doctor closes the proximity between your bodies, the point of his mask a mere hair thin apart from your face upon touching. "do you know your purpose? do you know why you're here, at my laboratory, looking rather helpless?" the doctor parts his lips open, strings of questions shooting in a short minute.
you respond, "no, my lord." a raspy chuckle was what you receive in exchange. you were suddenly taken aback as the turquoise haired's gloved hands inches forward your face, tucking your disheveled hair behind your right ear. "you're here for a sole reason. to quench my thirst for carnal desire." the leather gloves trail from your ears down to your neck, the doctor delineates the fine lines carved on your bare skin slowly with a sinister smile tugging on the corners of his lips.
a searing feeling of lust brews in your lower abdomen as his ephemeral touches leave an invisible heating mark on your body. you unknowingly yearn for more and fortunately, he doesn't stop there. his free hand now starts to explore your torso, slender tips fiddling with your now perked up nipples. the sensation was too extreme as he later pinched the very bud in harsh turns, a whimper then escapes from your lips. he twists the part depending on which direction you moan the most on, finding delirium from seeing you in a sticky situation.
"amusing. come on, let me hear a lot more." he expresses, now toying with your mounds with his two gloves hands. the doctor tightly grips your tits as he kneads your soft flesh, his movements were too pleasurable that you could draw a conclusion he's quite skilled at what he does. you bite back a moan daring to slip past anytime now but he was mindful of every little detail of your movements, he picked that up and clicked his tongue. "i told you, let me hear your undignified moans of satisfaction."
"y . . yes . . my lord." you pause in between syllables, now feeling a lukewarm sensation brush along your neck. your hands were unable to keep themselves, it's as if something was urging you to roam your touches on the doctor's body too. with wobbly arms encaging the harbinger's tall stature, there you only realized he wore a thin yet eye-catching garb of clothing, one that is worth of an archon's ransom.
pulling him closer to your heated body, you suppose you didn't commit any act of prying into his boundaries as he only continued to toy with your body freely. the kitty licks he gave your sensitive spot starts to broaden followed by quick, sharp pangs of throbbing pain remaining in the part. your legs flinch from the feeling and a yelp bubbles in your throat, "my lord . ."
dottore withdraws from your body and faces you completely. "entertain me, will you?" his looming figure towers over yours and you gulp the lump forming in your throat. hands still shaking from the sudden tension, you start little by little upon removing his layers of clothing. first was the fluffy coat jacket draped over his shoulders accentuated with snezhnayan's motifs from the dangling steeled chains and diamond shapes adorning it.
stripping each layer of exquisite fabric from the scientist, the feigned bravery you mustered paid well as you see his chiseled pecs and ab muscles tracing lines from his plain white long sleeved button down. you palm his well-sculpted body through the fabric, the lust brimming in your heart starts to make you feel a tad bit lethargic and fuzzy all at the same.
you work your way by unbuttoning his top one by one— the farther that you got, the more you see his fair skin gleam from the bright white lightings. he looked like a masterpiece of madness and beauty that you couldn't help but to adore. a toothy grin creeps up on the doctor's face, "in heat already?" abashedly nodding while averting your gaze to somewhere else, "then stroke my cock so i can finally fill you in."
unzipping his trousers, you could feel the huge bulge on his crotch from his clothed dick brushing past your skin. your cunt starts to throb as you got more access to his erection, finally letting it spring free of restriction. you gather your spit in your mouth in one spot and lubricate your hands with the viscous liquid to coat his twitching cock with.
carefully gliding your hands up and down, you could feel how it was veiny, big and lengthy that you're already imagining how it would feel once you're clamping around him. guttural moans escape dottore's lips as you pump him with two hands at the same time. fingers sloppily curling around his dick, you were taken aback to hear the harbinger swear under his breath, a low, husky one at that.
naughty noises reverberate inside the room the longer your stroked his girth from the crown down to the shaft. as it stands tall and hard before your body, you hear another order from the doctor. "enough. now, lay down on your stomach and stick your ass up like a slut."
once again obeying like a loyal dog to its master, you follow suit with what he tells you to do. you let go of his twitching cock and slowly let yourself feel familiar with the bedsheets and lay there, butt perked up with hands spreading your folds for the doctor's eyes to feast upon. "good girl." he muses and kneels on the small bed frame, positioning himself from your entrance. he pumps himself a couple times as he guides the tip of his dick right into your seeping wet folds. "you like it?" he kept rubbing the head on your pussy with teasing rhythms much to your dissatisfaction.
starting to wiggle your butt to feel more of his dick and create friction, it makes dottore's lust spike up a lot more. "whore." he sternly says as he finally pushes himself in, to which you mewl a lot from the unfamiliar feeling of being filled insides. "my lord!" you whimper once dottore rewards you with powerful thrusts, skin slapping upon his impact. the grasp he had on the plush of your ass was harsh and tight, making sure his hands would leave imprints as proof of posession of his test subject.
as he maintains a painfully fast tempo of pounding, dottore puts plenty of pressure on your lower back to make your stomach fully lay flat on the hospital bed. once finished with setting your body up like how he wants it, he continues to pounce into you like there was no tomorrow. your walls contract everytime he intrudes your slutty hole, clamping around his cock so they could mold into a shape dottore's dick can only fit in. you grip the sheets for dear life as you feel the tip of his dick kiss your cervix, he was far too deep in you that it made you feel light headed.
it aches, but it feels good as well. it feels rewarding to be fucked stupid by an honorable harbinger, the doctor by that. "satisfying results from extortion, i say. now i have a sex doll solely living to satisfy my lustful tendencies."
he revels in the heavenly sight of your now naked body and tight, wet walls. his crisp cerise eyes flicker from the ass of your cheeks bouncing along with his thrusts to your shameful expressions to which he can see by a mirror's reflection placed in front of your lustful bodies. "look at yourself, look at the pathetic faces you've been making." the doctor says as he leans forward, his gloved dominant hand grabbing ahold of your cheeks. his fingers were enormous in size and slender in shape, you could feel your face crush from his grip alone.
he forces you to open your eyes and look at the body length mirror in front of you, hair messy and unkempt, lips smeared with drool and tears from the way dottore has been treating you. somehow, it all felt good, everything felt good.
"i don't regret the lengths i took just to acquire you in my hands at all." amidst the slapping noises bouncing off the walls, you try your best to comprehend his sentences.
you hum even though you could not understand, "your pretty little cunt, your soft tits, your beautiful face i'd love to paint with buckets of my cum— i want to do it so bad to you."
much to your relief, he finally lets go of your chin to let your head rest on the soft cushions again. the intercourse was starting to get rougher judging from the pace dottore has been going at and the degrading words he's telling you. "i don't think i'll be able to let go of you. i don't think i can even share you with my subordinates or my comrades."
he's still continuing to spew his feelings out like he was an open book for the audience meanwhile you were eager to know more what he thinks of you, "hell, i could even destroy the world for you." your eyes although heavy lidded from the lust clouding your consciousness, they widen into two full moons once you hear the very last sentence.
"my lord . ." you pant heavily as moans of pleasure shortly follow, "i'm ahh— u— unworthy of . . . your protection." his solferino irises narrow, the next thing you know: he grabs a spare necktie strewn across the floor earlier and wraps it around his wrist like a madman. he starts to slap your ass cheeks with it. crisp whipping noises blend in with your endless moans of gratification, tears starting to well up in your eyes.
"when i say something, it's of certainty at all times. don't go backing out on me now, after all, you're mine."
you constantly cry out from the mixed feelings of lechery and pain.
"i own you, right?"
mewls and moans could only be heard as he asked, longing for an affirmation from his test's subjects own mouth.
dottore whips you once again with the neck tie, the part starting to grow sore and shades darker from your skin tone. "yes, my lord! you own me."
what he does next catches you rather off guard once he jackhammers into your pussy, gloved hands getting rid of his beak mask. with a blurry vision, you could just see the cold blood red of his eyes glinting from the white lights reflecting from the mirror— "i showed you my face, do you trust me now?"
you answer willingly as your tongue sticks out in dire need of some sort of hydration and company, "yes my lord."
the doctor hums as he sees you gasping for life, "you look like a pathetic thirsty bitch. here, drink some of these." he whips out several glass vials containing unknown colored liquids from his cabinet within his reach. he unscrews the cap and pours all of it on your face, the sticky liquids clings onto your skin but you desperately lick every droplet to ingest.
he watches you brazenly, gaze anchored at your pretty, fucked up features only. shortly after dottore feels his bliss of release coming to which he picks up the pace and pushes into you in an animalistic speed, biting his lower lip to focus and feed you with all of his pent up seed.
white liquids sprawl out on your lower back as he pulls his dick out, neverending strings of cum pooling on your skin. he lets out a demeaning chuckle and gathers all of his cum with his gloved fingers, proceeding to inch toward you and insert his digits into your wet, sticky mouth. "gobble it all up."
"of course my lord." words muffled from his gloved fingers shoved into your mouth, you gulp it all down like a good sex doll would.
CW: smut, a smidge of angst [hence the title], v. penetration, a big use of ‘little one’, names; sweetie, little one, a couple creampies, oral [m. receiving & f. receiving.], cum eating, hair pulling, one mention of spanking, implications of jealousy,
Heyo!! This is my work for the lovely sweet & spice event collab that @bluexiao and @anantaru are hosting! I’m very happy to be a part of this one!
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𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈
secretly doesn’t mean it. he says it when he’s having one of those rage moments he tends to have often. he doesn’t mean it when he slams you into the wall, his golden eyes burning into yours, his hands holding your hips forwards against the thigh he’s put between your legs. how he would be so mean but brush hair behind your ear, ‘you know it wouldn’t been better if you stayed away from me, you know that?’
even when he pushed away from you, continuing to walk down the hall he felt such guilt. but later that evening, when you slipped into his long coat that he’d left laying abandoned on a dining hall table, nothing under it then made your way into his private chambers, he couldn’t stay mad. you’d be on top of him, rocking your hips down against his cock as he’d be lightly bucking his up into you, letting his pretty, golden pubes grind and tickle your clit and thighs. ‘i can’t seem to stay mad at you.. especially when you pull little escapades like this, little one..’ oh how he would curse under this breath before laying down against the blankets, using his hands to continue your movements as you bounced on top of him, sliding his cock in and out, watching how it glistens as you get wetter and wetter with each thrust. ‘my dear.. where did all this come from? was i not scolding you hours ago? oh.. you liked it didn’t you.’ a deep, gravely chuckle would erupt from his throat, sending chills down your spine, just as he would grab at your hips to hold you down and still from moving. his entire cock sheathed balls deep inside you, stopped so he can feel you desperately trying to move and gain friction, he laughed again at the feeling of you clenching uncontrollably. ‘yeah you did..’
𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎
now listen, you were out on a walk on some trail in the deep forests of Inazuma and in your defense, you didn’t hear Itto behind you. truth be told, he’d been following you for some time, watching as you bent down in that dress.. to smell some flowers, touch the water of a pond or try to play with a small animal on the ground. but of course, he would make it all about him. ‘hey!’ his voice would scare you, causing you to jump a little. your back would press against a tree, wanting to turn around and run when you saw him but part of you was telling you to stay and see what he would do. ‘what are you doing out here all alone, little one?’ he wasn’t as scary as you remember him being, since you hadn’t seen him for years and years, he wasn’t a big as you remembered. taking a deep breath, you speak up. ‘why were you following me?’ you’d ask, watching his lil fangs show through that pretty smirk.. he’d laugh. ‘me?! following you!? HA! now sweetie, i thought i told you to stay away from me?’ hed walk closer, your hands placed on the tree right behind your back seemingly digging into the bark as he got so close his forehead might of well have been pressed against yours. he can tell by the way your eyes are blown wide and breath has hitched in your throat that you’re nervous. he’d bend down even more, the tip of his nose just barely brushing against yours. ‘have you got a little crush on me? hm?’ the way he would condescendingly shake his head while laughing, before placing his hands on the tree next to your head. ‘you do. then why haven’t you done something about it? hm little one? cant speak now?’ and just like that, in mere moments later Arataki Itto would have you pressed against the tree, on your knees while you kitten licked the tip of his thick cock, resisting the urge to press his hips forward and watch your eyes roll back as you gag on his length. ‘oh that’s it.. ya.. right there sweetie.. fffuuuck-’ his long nails would dig lightly into the back of your head, wanting you to take more into your mouth as his cock starts to twitch, but you just continue teasing the head. ‘little one.. look up here.’ his jaw would drop as he sees your mouth filled to the brim with his thick seed. ‘fuck it.. we need to act like i hate you, but look at me cutie, i don’t hate you. god i love this fucking mouth.. come with me tonight..’
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄
you’d always see him standing at the front of that bank, and yes he was extremely feared but it only grew your interest in him. and that’s why on that one night, you climbed out of your bedroom window, crossing the city and climbing some stairs before seeing him leaning against a railing talking to another, larger man. you peeked around the counter just as he looked past the man, spotting you with that look on his face, the one where he knew you weren’t supposed to be there and he loved it. he turned to the man again and looked as if he were saying goodbye. you turned the corner and started racing down the stairs as he starts chasing after you. the thrill of having his man running after you send a chill down your spine, but also a swarm of butterflies. you’d only spoken to him once, and it didn’t entirely go the best. ‘stop!’ he’d call out, making you turn your head to see him slowing his pace, turning into a walk. you did the same. ‘come here.’ hesitantly, you approached the man, that thrill still ringing throughout your body. and look at that? approaching the man has gotten you here, between the back of a building and the wall of rock that surrounds the city. he has you bent over, hands running up and down your spine as his hips rhythmically slap into yours, his balls slapping your clit and it sends a shock up your body each each slap. ‘oh yeah.. shit.. when i told you not to come near me.. or even look at me, this is where it would get you- fuck- and this is where we are. if you’d just been a good girl..’ he’d pause for a moment, pulling all the way out before grabbing your hair to pull you up, your back pressed against the slightly open shirt that’s covering his body. ‘you wouldn’t have me here like this.. but oh you love it don’t you? you fucking love the thrill of having me, one of the most feared of the Harbingers.. using your sweet pussy huh?’ he’d pull your head back more, arching your back so you could look back at him, that look in your eyes that makes his tummy churn. ‘yeah you fucking love this..’ he’d bring a hand back down, using it to push himself back inside you. as if he knew, he clamped a hand down over your mouth to keep you silent. it was hardly fair though, with how much he was grunting about how much he loved your sweet cunt, about how good it must feel to have his hot cum dripping out of you, leaking past your clit and onto your thighs, ultimately sliding down your legs as he drops your nightgown before pulling you into his arms. an oddly sweet gesture coming from the feared man, but quickly changes as he whispers, ‘it would’ve been better if you’d stayed away from me.. yeah?’
𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂
‘it would’ve been better if you’d just done as i said and stayed away from me for a while.’ you didn’t care. and truthfully, you didn’t know how it happened so quick. one day, the two of you were happily in love, sharing different experiences together, and he next his hatred is burning for you. was it perhaps he caught kaeya flirting with you? or was it when he saw you with your hand on the 11th Harbingers chest. either way, his mind was changed. pretty bitter of him, how cold he can turn so fast. but still.. all of that and here he is, still devouring your dripping cunt as if the two of you were still in love. you loved how his tongue was flicking against you, moving down to dive deep inside and pull out again. his words still floated around your mind.. how could he tell YOU to stay away from him when he knows he’s overreacting? doesn’t matter now.. what matters now and how he’s using his gloved thumb to spread your wetness across your thighs, looking up at you and the way your tits move with your movements. doesn’t matter really, you can tell by the end of this things will go back to the way they were before. often times, diluc will have a fit like this, a jealous fit in which he sees someone with you and then lashes out. you were tugging at his soft, red hair, pulling it until the hair tie came out, letting his hair fall past his shoulders and onto your thighs, tickling them and he didn’t care one bit. ‘i’m sorry.. i’m so sorry. i’m sorry for-’ a kiss to your clit. ‘acting like that.. i know your never do anything to disobey me, sweetheart.’ another softer kiss to your clit. oh but how fast is he able to get up onto his knees, pull your thighs over his to align his cock with your absolutely puffed and sensitive cunt? like that. ‘let me show you i’m not mad.’ and just like that, he would shove every inch deep inside you. despite that crazed, angry look upon his face, he isn’t going nearly as hard as you expected. he would drop his gaze, watching his abs flex as he pushes his hips forward and backwards from you, seeing that ring of cream start to gather at his base. he just couldn’t stay mad at you for long. he’d bring a hand up to your mouth, letting your teeth catch at his glove before telling you to leave it in your mouth, using that hand to start rub small circles on your clit, little tight ones that he knew would send you over within seconds. ‘dear.. heavens.. yeah just like that..’ he spoke out as you started bucking your hips up gently, rocking on and off of him. the sensation of you cumming around him sends him over, he’d hold tightly onto your thighs as he’d begin to twitch violently inside you. the pretty moans he would have, finally cumming after being pent up for the last few days. as he pulls out, he kisses your tummy, rubs his hand softly on your hips and helps pull you down. and of course, his eyes wouldn’t help but stay on where he was leaking out of you..
「 CWS : 」 reader n Kazuha have been fucking for a while now before the fic starts lmao, so mentions / aspects of overstimulation. established relationship. starts kinda soft w/ the reader needing a break !! which Kazuha provides ♡ then it gets spicy again lmao. use of baby, sweetheart, and love for the reader. rough sex towards the end. spanking. breathplay / choking. slight breeding kink. creampie / cumming inside. slight dacryphilia / crying during sex. everything is 100% safe sane & consensual ♡
Collab entry for my beloved @anantaru & @bluexiao ‘s Sweet N Spice collab ♡
Pls excuse if the pacing is off I haven’t written smut in a hot fucking second and the editing is like barely present lmao I forgot how to write smut alr im very rusty fucking sue me
Imagine getting fucked from behind by Kazuha, right. Like, getting your guts rearranged kinda fucked.
Your legs shake every time he thrusts into you, and your upper half is splayed on the table at this point, arms shaking too bad to keep you up.
Tears gather at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill, and you lips are parted with breathy ‘Ah-ah-ah’s every time he bottoms out into you. The grip he uses to pull you back deeper on his cock is tight enough that you just know there are gonna be bruises tomorrow.
Kazuha leans over you, his chest pressed against your back and his cock pushed so deep inside you, enough that you could feel him in your belly. “Baby,” he hums, breath caressing your ear. “Sit up.”
“Ca-an’t!” You gasp when he thrusts in again, your eyes rolling and your brain struggling to form words. “Please, please, I can’t— I’m too tired— ”
He sighs, his hips stilling with his cock only halfway inside you. Your eyes widen for fear that he’ll leave you like this— dangling on the edge with and needy. You desperately try to push yourself up like he wants, but your arms are like jelly from all the times he’s already made you cum. Overstimulation had made itself known a while ago. All you can barely manage is an inch off the table before falling back with a small ‘oof.’
“Poor baby,” Kazuha cooes, a calloused hand stroking up and down the length of your spine. A small whine leaves you. “Do you need some help?”
You nod slightly, still worried that he’ll leave you, and quietly mumble, “Uh-huh.”
A sudden rough spank on your ass makes you squeak and jolts you forward an inch or so off of his cock, your ass smarting. Shit, he really hadn’t held back with that one.
“Politely.”
You sniffle, and your hips twitch just the slightest bit, which earns you another hard spank. No sitting for you tomorrow, then.
But as much as you’d like to say something, anything— whether it be begging so politely for Kazuha to fill you back up, or to tell him to get on with it and stop fucking around already— nothing escapes you more than hard, ragged breaths and the occasional sniffle.
It’s all you can do to duck your face down into your arms, hiding yourself away.
“Sweetheart?” your boyfriend asks, his tone much gentler than before. There’s tangible worry in it. He wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you up to lean against him, your head still bowed but no longer obscured.
“Sweetheart,” Kazuha tries again, pressing his lips to your neck and holding you close. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Talk to me, love, please.”
You laugh breathlessly, though it comes out as more of a wheeze. How amusing— mere seconds ago, it had been you pleading so desperately.
“’m okay, Kazu,” you murmur. A hand of yours twitches, trying to raise, and Kazuha immediately twines his fingers with yours to give the back of it a kiss. “Sorry, I just… need to catch my breath.”
“No need to apologize.” He squeezes you reassuringly, resuming his soft kisses. “Do you want to stop?”
You shake your head. “Just need to breathe real quick,” you say. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head and rests his cheek on you, falling into comfortable (if not still a bit worried) silence. Kazuha holds you and draws circles on your skin, more soothing than sensual, and when you regain feeling in your arm, you take it and cup the side of his face, pulling him to where you can reach.
He stills, watching you with a half-lidded gaze as you press a fleeting kiss to his lips. “Good to go?”
You nod, less weary after a few moments of rest, and give him another quick smooch. Endearingly, he tries to chase it, and there’s a laugh caught in your throat. “Yes, please..”
He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Still want me to be rough with you?”
Again, you nod. You catch his gaze and give him your best pleading face— “Can you kiss me first, though?”
“So polite,” he murmurs, and a shiver travels up your spine. As you asked, he presses his lips to yours in the way that has your heart feeling like it’s about to burst, swallowing each whine and groan that escapes you.
His cock, no less harder than it had been earlier, twitches. As you kiss, he thrusts shallowly, accustoming you once more to his length. There’s no rush as he kisses you and works himself back into you, and after a while—
You fucking moan, eyes widening as the full length of his cock fucks its way into you. He stretches you so nicely, leaving you gasping as his hips pin yours down and you squirm.
You escape from the kiss to fall forward on the table, your thighs clenching as your moans and gasps start back up. Kazuha keeps fucking you like he never stopped— he pounds himself in and out of you, making you whine and groan and squeak every time he opens you up. A hand finds your thigh, the loud smack! of it echoing in the room. His hand digs into the meat of it, squeezing hard enough for you to gasp.
“What— ha— what do you want, baby?” Kazuha murmurs into your ear, draping himself across your back, making himself feel whole inches deeper inside you.
“Full—“ you whine, when he pushes back in and fucking grinds his hips against yours. “Wanna be full wanna— ah!— be stuffed wanna cum— Kazu I want you to fill me with your cum please please please—“
“Anything else?”
There’s barely anything in your head— just thoughts of his cock and his cum and how fucking deep he is. Tears form in your eyes and your legs tremble, but you have to at least try.
“Want you to breed me,” you gasp, pushing back the slightest bit, “I want your cum to drip out and —haah— want you to fuck it back inside. Wanna be choked. Please.”
Kazuha groans, his one hand finding its way from your thigh and around your neck. “Breathe in for me, baby. Now exhale— good, ” he says before it tightens around the sides of your throat, effectively giving you the lightheadedness you so desire.
You squirm in his hold, a hand wrapping around his wrist, just holding. When he flexes his grip, he doesn’t miss how your insides tighten.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, baby. Gonna breed you until you’re nice and full,” Kazuha says, drawing his hips back then fucking back into you all at once, pulling you back onto his cock until you see stars. The pace he sets has you shaking in his hold, your eyes rolling back with every rough thrust of his hips. Whines and gasps force their way around the hold on your throat, and wet sobs of “Kazuha, Kazuha— ah! Kazu, please,” each time he stretches you out with his cock and brushes the deepest part of you. If he cums that deep inside, you think hazily, you’re going to be so full.
With Kazuha’s pace stirring up the overstim from your past orgasms, your release comes within sight in no time. Each of his thrusts hits exactly where you need it to have your spine feel like gelatin and your toes curling. Tears of pleasure gather and spill past your lashes as you lose yourself, getting closer and closer to coming undone on his cock.
“You’re breathtaking when you cry,” a kiss is pressed to your cheek, so tender and at odds with how his cock buried inside of you has your legs shaking. The hand around your neck squeezes, enough to have you gasp, as he draws himself out of you until only the head of his cock remains before pulling you into his next thrust.
“You want to cum right, baby? Go ahead then— I’ll fill you up right after, I promise.” And oh the way he says it is so sweet, and the clench around the sides of your neck makes you lightheaded and tunnel visions you on how full you feel and how good your boyfriend fucks you that it all comes to a head.
With a whine of his name, you shut your eyes and cum— so hard, you might as well have blacked out then and there. Kazuha rubs your back with his free hand, murmuring how you’re so good for him, how you’re squeezing his cock so well and right and making him feel so good. Do you know how good you’re making him feel, baby? There’s a hitch in his breath, a strangled moan, before he spills his cum inside of you, filling you up to the brim and making you feel so warm and full.
Kazuha swears under his breath as he eases you off his cock, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of his cum spilling out from your hole and down your thighs. Your legs still twitch from the remnants of your orgasm, paired with all the ones before it.
“You did well taking all my cum,” he says softly, easing you off the table and into his arms, careful not to jostle your exhausted state.
You’re drowsy— eyes barely able to stay open. Things are a blur from there— sometime between point A and point B, you find yourself in your bed, swaddled in blankets, so warm and comfortable. You feel Kazuha press a kiss to your temple, and before you fall into a deep sleep, the last thing you hear is— “Rest well, sweetheart. I love you.”
SUMMARY. prompt 1: "can you kiss me?" — such a simple request they are all too ready to fulfill.
CHARACTERS. ayato, kazuha, childe, thoma.
GENRE. cotton candy fluff, established relationship.
CW. use of pet names.
THOUGHTS. my entry for the sweet 'n spice collab by @bluexiao and @anantaru <3 + so tempted to make a part two of this and include all the other men like a two-part multi post.... hmm. (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )
✰ masterlist.
AYATO can't resist the amused chuckles fleeing his lips. My my, such boldness that he feels the need to add an abundance more instead of that one kiss you've so politely asked for. But you can already feel it; that playful smile of his that is begging to show itself. You huff, "I want just one kiss please, thank you." And that's when Ayato finally lets loose of his restraints, chuckling delightedly to his heart's content. "Oh? I haven't uttered a word yet, my love," he smiles. But you've loved him long enough to know his mind like the back of your hand, and he's loved you long enough to know that you're right.
KAZUHA smiles as if he has been waiting for your command. "If you'd allow me," he holds you so gently you could've mistaken yourself as a precious item in his hands that he wishes not to break at all costs. And you're right, Kazuha kisses you as if you were the treasure he has spent years searching for because that's exactly what you are. Sweet, sweet treasure he keeps in his heart and with his lips, shall he declare his love for you.
CHILDE never misses the chance to turn it into a little game. Say no more, it's a game of whack-a-mole to him and those giggles trickling from your lips are the rewards he obtains in success. "Tartaglia, you're tickling me," you push his face away, but the way you laugh only further betrays your attempted indignance. "That's the point, silly," he leans into your hand that rests on his cheek with a winning grin. Tartaglia gets the rewards he wished for and that exasperated yet fond smile on your face makes them all worth it.
THOMA extends his arms towards you, an open invitation into his embrace. When it comes to you, saying no is barely an option for him. Yet, as you dive into his arms, Thoma can't help but wonder; as he asks, "Did I do something today?" Was the dinner he made last night exceptionally good? Or was it for folding your clothes this morning? But there is no need to thank him— "No, I just wanted to kiss you," you mutter. Ah, his heart flutters as realization dawns, "Aha, you're being too cute right now." Yes, his heart is still running a mile but that's alright.
prompt 9. (sfw/suggestive moments) “enjoying the view?”
xiao + heizou + kazuha
typical evenings between you and xiao usually contained some sort of training. wether it be xiao helping you or sparing, there was always something to practice with him. as this evening you’d been watching xiao practice his movements in combat. how swiftly he swung his polearm and how quickly he moved, it was honestly mesmerizing. while you were most impressed with his abilities in combat, really just his appearance was enough to get you feeling soft for him. his green strands collecting sweat on his face. his toned, muscular torso which could be easily seen through the tight white shirt he wore. his panting form which showed his half lidded eyes and open mouth. the sight was something out of a dream, such a beautiful being xiao was and all for you to enjoy seeing. he began to notice your silence and eyes penetrating his being which caused him to turn to you.
“are you enjoying this view? the sunsets in liyue are always a sight”
while it took everything inside you not to giggle at his unaware and oblivious comment, you just smiled sweetly at him.
“of course xiao, but truth be told..”
you get up and walk over to his wavering form, gently brushing a few strands of his green hair out of his face.
“i enjoy this view much more”
xiao couldn’t hold back his embarrassment and practically hid his face to avoid anymore confrontation. so sweet for someone so stoic.
・
heizou was always direct with his intentions. whether that applied to his job as a detective or his relationship with you, he made sure to give full direction. heizou would often come home from work tired mentally and wanting a bit of peace with you. typically this meant him laying on your chest (preferably between your boobs) and fingers threaded through his hair. it’s really what he looked forward to when he arrived home. although, this particular evening heizou was in a more energetic mood. the routine of his head rubbing on your chest was suddenly switched to him on top of you. kissing and nipping at your skin, he continued messily till he felt your soft finger tips reach in the side of his shirt. pulling it up briefly to take a look at his slim yet fit figure. a smile which turned into a smirk fell on his lips and he couldn’t help but to tease.
“enjoying the view huh?”
you quickly shut him up with a swift kiss on the lips and he chuckled at this.
“let me treat you, you’ve done more than enough for me this evening”
・
as you walked into your share home with kazuha, you were immediately met with a soft fragrance and a beautiful sight. a seating area with a table in the middle and kazuha who had shed his haori and let his luscious hair down. it truly was a beautiful sight. along with the background of an inazuman evening sunset and gentle breeze. kazuha soon noticed you like he was awaiting your arrival.
“welcome home love, this view is wonderful don’t you agree?”
it took you a moment to process all of the scene in front of you which led to a mumbled comment falling from your lips.
“oh i’m enjoying something alright..”
kazuha turned his head in confusion at your mumbling before you laughed it off nervously.
“here, why don’t you accompany me, i’d be more than welcome to alleviate your stress”
you practically melted on the spot at how caring and conscientious kazuha always was. knowing how hard you’ve been working and still treating you. you practically fell into his arms as he took you close to his chest.
