ᵔᴗᵔ . . 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗲

visions

re: genshin sexdoll au. i had an idea about gorou being a (admittedly terrible at it) gaslighting tsundere bitch that wants to come off as nonchalant and "whatever YOU want is fine with me" but then second you turn your head he pounces on you and just jackrabbits his cock into you like he's going to die if he stops for a second. also he cries from overstimulating himself.

tw - unhealthy relationships, codependence, obsessive behavior, attempted isolation, and mentions of past abuse.

i could actually really see this with a Gorou droid who was neglected by his previous user. y'know, locked up at home for days at a time, rarely ever repaired or maintained, taught he had to beg for any attention he got or just suffer on his own forever - because there's nothing that causes an android more suffering than not being able to serve their user properly. of course, you're so much nicer than that. you always come home at the end of the day, and you make sure to comb through his tail every morning and night, and he doesn't even have to get on his knees to bury himself inside of you and thrust and buck until his stores are empty, until his programming fuzzes around the edges and he can't really tell if it's his voice whining or yours.

you take good care of him, as aware as he is that it's supposed to be the other way around. he knows he's supposed to be the strong one between the two of you, that you're supposed to be able to rely on him for everything you need, but he can't help it, something in his code just adores the sound of your voice, the little sparks of pressure and warmth that flood into his system every time you cup his cheeks and, in the kind of sweet tone his previous user would never user, call him a good boy, your good boy. he likes it when he can be of use to you, when you can use him however he wants to, and it's not like he feels any pain, it's not like there's anything to stop him from kneeling between your legs until the fingers you've been running through his hair go slack and you say that little word he hates hearing.

admittedly, he'd tried to do things he knows you wouldn't like, before. he's just so afraid that you're going to leave him behind, that you'll start to pay more attention to something or someone else than you do to him, but he can't seem to go through with it, whether he's just trying to delete a few messages or vault your phone out of a fifth-story window. it might be something in his programming, or a past experience he tried to scrub from his databank, or just a show of how much he loves you - he doesn't know, but he wants to be yours. that's all, really. he wants your attention to be on him, and to bask in your love and care, and he wants to be yours.

he wants to be yours, and he just doesn't know what he'd do if you ever tried to make him into anything else.

Your boss' Ayato has been acting strange, lately.

It's probably just a standard malfunction, all things considered. Despite everything you've told her about recommended pairings and luxury models, she refuses to buy a Thoma, and there's only so much you can do on your own to maintain a droid known for needing frequent and intensive repairs, especially considering you're taking care of him on top of your normal responsibilities as her assistant. She says that he works well enough, that as a member of the Shogunate Collection, he's usually more capable than you, but for as much as you'd like to have one less thing to worry about, you just can't seem to believe her. Not after the way you've seen him act, you mean.

He's way too friendly with other people, for one thing. All Teyvat androids are programmed to prefer their user, to always only ever want to be around their user, but he always seems just a little too happy to be just a little too close to you - even if that usually just means he'll choose to sit closer to you than your boss, or when she has a business trip he can't be brought along for, he'll ask to be left with you rather than whining and pleading for user to stay. He retains information about you, your hometown and your favorite foods and how you take your coffee, and while you'd normally brush it off as a excess of space on his memory card, you can't say you've ever seen him pay any mind to such little things when it comes to your boss, when it comes to her habits and discretions. You'll have to check on his preprogrammed preferences, when you have a few minutes to spare. He might be confused about who his primary user is - or worse, be unable to discern a primary user at all.

On that note, his standard safeguards might not be running correctly, either. It's nothing extreme, he's never acted inappropriately or... uh, exposed himself in public, but you've lost count of how many times he's caught you alone, how many times he's asked if you're 'in need of assistance' in that smooth, polite tone he's so fond of, despite the fact that most androids are unable to proposition anyone without the expressed permission of their user. While your boss isn't exactly not generous, you doubt Ayato is something she'd be willing to share. For the sake of professionalism, if nothing else.

And, even if you can't really chalk it up to a glitch or a virus or anything more than your own overactive paranoia, he's really starting to creep you out. It's something about his eyes, how long it takes him to remember to blink, or how meticulous he is when he talks to you, how much care he seems to put into each word, how much thought seems to go into every little motion, every little brush of his fingertips against your thigh. It's unnerving. It's not scary, but you don't like it. That's all. You really, really don't like it.

But, it's just a few malfunctions, a bad line of code that you could probably fix with a couple of phone calls and a few minutes of free time. That's what you keep telling yourself, at least. That it's just a malfunction. That it's nothing.

It's nothing - up until the moment there's a cop standing at your door in the middle of the night, explaining that there was a tragic accident, that your employer was found dead at the foot of the tallest staircase in her penthouse and, with no next of kin or special request from her family, her companion droid has asked to be given to you - because he knows that she would've wanted to give one final gift to her favorite assistant. You don't say anything, not that night, not as Ayato makes himself comfortable in your cramped apartment, not as he purrs out terms of endearment you never heard him use with his previous user - no official reassignment needed.

You don't say anything, but you feel like you should tell someone that your new Ayato has been acting very, very strange, lately.

scaramouche + "won't you kiss me already? please, my lord?"

note: yandere, cheekiness, the audacity of it all

"No, no,” he says, voice thin and impatient. “Not like that.” He huffs, and you suddenly remember an old schoolteacher you had, who used to rap student’s palms with a stick when they were displeased. At least lord Scaramouche has no such stick. “You’re saying them like some schoolchild forced to read lines.” 

You, kneeling on a cushion, twist the fabric of your robes in your hand. Not out of anxiety, because you are far past feeling it today, but out of boredom. He’s been at this for far too long. 

“I don’t know how you would like me to say it, my lord.” 

His eyes roll until you’re sure they’ll stick in the back of his head. You’re about to tell him so, when he continues. 

“Are you daft? Say it like you’re in love.” He pauses. “No, more than that. You need to sound enamored. Obsessed.” 

You sigh, dryly, and let the long folds of your sleeves drop in boredom. 

“And why must I do this again?” 

It’s only to Scaramouche that you would ever dare speak so boldly, so casually, lacking the reverence expected of a handmaiden in your station. 

He snorts through his nose. 

“Isn’t it obvious? To show those other imbeciles that I have you. That I’m the one you chose.” He smirks a little, taunting. “Or do you pretend not to notice how they looked at you, before?”

You don’t point out that he chose for you, having petitioned the Tsaritsa to have you transferred to his service. A handmaiden, a servant, a lover--whatever you were to him, exactly. You weren’t sure if it was difficult to tell, or if Scaramouche himself didn’t exactly know. 

Instead, you rise--without being prompted, cheeky thing--and take his unsuspecting hands in yours. His fingers twitch, just enough for you to notice. 

“If you want someone to sound in love, enamored, and obsessed, my lord,” you say, letting a flicker of a smile grace your expression. “Perhaps you should do the talking.” 

I mourneth not f'r thee! Pt.3

Yandere Diluc

Tw: angst, self-hate.

Note: not proofread.

Wc : 1k

Previous

Drowning in guilt and sorrow, Jean tentatively left her office to walk through the gently lit streets. Steps hesitant and face frowning, Jean's gloved hands touched Angel's Share's wooden door. Being near it hurt; being close to where Diluc often spent his time and knowing that she'd be miles away from her hurt; being able to hear your sweet voice speaking so casually to people burnt her heart with pain; being so, so close to being able to see you, feel you and admire you, yet unable to do so hurt her too.

She hadn't expected to feel such ways towards you, but you were so sweet, so considerate to everyone. You were the soft breeze of gratefulness and kindness.

With shaky movements, Jean pushed open the door and was greeted by the warm, bubbly atmosphere of the tavern and your bright smile that greeted her through the mass.

How could you still smile so gently to her after the pain she caused you? It felt wrong, yet right in many ways.

"Jean!" you waved at her, warmly welcoming her to the tavern. "Please come in, I'll serve you right away. "

Jean pursed her lips, hesitant to approach you after she coldly rejected your candidacy, but she thought that she should probably listen to whatever you wanted, it'd alleviate her regret by a smidgen. Sitting on the designated seat, her shaky hands laid on her thighs as she watched you mix a few substances that confused her. Jean hadn't said a single word since she walked in, neither a greeting nor an order, but you worked like you knew what she wanted. Her eyes watched your elegant movements, passing and shuffling drinks to make this cocktail Jean hadn't seen - maybe it wasn't even a cocktail, it could be juice.

With nimble hands, you poured the content into a glass cup and added a straw. You wore an excited smile, eyes wide expecting her to taste the condition you made and tell you her opinion on it.

Your smile, as brilliant as it first was, urged Jean to place the straw between her pink lips and drink the mix. She didn't know what to expect from it, once a rainbow-like drink turned to a calming colour, her eyes were clouded with hesitance and fingers twitching nervously. With the first gulp, she realized how the drink washed away all her doubt and fear, it was a soft, yet wild taste, it was sugary sweet - like tea - and it didn't have the lingering taste of alcohol. She turned to you, face displaying wonder and confusion, it made your smile widen.

"What drink is this?" she softly spoke, voice low and incredibly low.

"It's a mix of juice and calming tea," you started, picking up the metal cup you used to mix. "I know you like tea and mildly sweet drinks, you looked stressed and nervous, so I thought that I could whip you up something to relax. How is it? Do you like it?"

She glanced down at her hands, you knew she was stressed and still cared after the heartbreak she caused you. Your kindness and selflessness warmed her heart.

"I like it, it's perfect, thank you, (Name)."

She bowed her head, her heart was beating so fast that she thought it would leap out of her chest, palpating si strongly that she could feel the blood rush throughout her body; what was this strong feeling of happiness, something good and sweet. Her heart has beaten for someone other than Diluc; maybe it was a romantic feeling, or a platonic one, but all she knew and wanted, was to have this warmth.

Perhaps she doesn't deserve it, from what the burning hole behind her head showed, Diluc kept glaring at her from the moment she entered, watching her like a hawk.

Even if she didn't deserve it, a small part of her wanted to be selfish and demand this calmness and gentleness - she wanted what Diluc had.

She'd need to atone for her mistakes first, baby steps towards the warmth she just felt. You might forgive her faster than Diluc, you were more forgiving than him, whose eyes burned with unforgiving ambers.

"I must apologize, (Name). I- for what I did to you, I was being selfish- envious and acted out," she stammered, voice filled with remorse and regret. "It was unprofessional and vain of me- I'm sorry, I am. Could- could you find it in your heart to forgive me?"

Her heart pumped loudly in her ears, she waited for your answer. She didn't know how to apologize to you properly, she had made many to others on behalf of the knights, but never for herself. What if her apology wasn't direct enough? Or maybe it wasn't as soft or nicer as you expected? Or maybe-

"Pff-"

Stifled laughter brought her back from her deep thoughts.

"You worry too much, Jean," you started, the same grin on your face as you had since you greeted her. " I forgave you the night it happened, you don't have to worry so much. That's why I gave you the juice, for you to relax and here you are! Stressing on something so insignificantly small!"

You pouted, frowning at Jean with a childish face. It made Jean's eyes go wide and a blush crept up her cheeks; the dark glare directed at her face worsened, Diluc saw everything from the back of the tavern.

"I even told Diluc not to bother you! And do you know what he does the next day? He goes and does the exact opposite of what I told him not to! I'm sorry if he said or did anything offensive, he's just so blunt with his words. He can be mean sometimes, no? You don't have to lie, be honest, Diluc can be really mean sometimes!"

She listened to you rant about Diluc's 'mean' side, it was new, it was- it was refreshing. She liked it. Maybe if Jean visited more often, she'd get to see and feel this more often. Maybe she might just come by more often.

But Diluc didn't.

Hi! Could you write yandere headcanons for a mountain of smiling bodies?

⸸ T-01-75 (The Mountain of Smiling Bodies Yandere Headcanons) ⸸

(No Face went through rough times to be in Lobotomy Corporation...)

"From the death of hundreds, a single monstrosity was born."

⸸ The countless faces covering its body would appear inconceivable to anyone who looked at them. Withering, eyeless, and pale with death, it would be a miracle if anyone recognizes any of them to be their colleague's.

⸸ But just because humans couldn't, it didn't mean that the creature couldn't recognize any them. In fact, T-01-75 knew every single agent working in the facility, including the ones covering its body.

And you might just be the new addition to its collection.

⸸ T-01-75's obsession with a specific person would be rooted in the sole fact that it cannot eat them.

⸸ Try as it might, they were too durable, somehow always managing to best the Abnormality before it could pin them down and devour them.

⸸ Nothing says true love like wanting to be your darling's only killer.

⸸ T-01-75 would know its darling's scent, and would recognize it the moment another Abnormality dares to hurt them.

⸸ It's already bad enough for any and all agents to come to its containment unit injured (doing so will definitely lower the Qlipoth Counter).

⸸ But if you were someone T-01-75 is particularly attached to, it is 100% guaranteed that seeing any sort of injury on you will immediately send it on a roaring rampage of revenge (after it eats you, of course).

God forbid it if you were to die.

⸸ Will give you it's 'Smile' gift solely because it thinks your body is too weak. His gift gives you extra HP, and regardless of how your fortitude is, T-01-75 will always see you as fragile and fleeting.

⸸ Fleeting, because even though it can be hurt, maimed, and reduced to nothingness, T-01-75 will always live on.

⸸ So long as there are corpses, so long as there is meat and blood in this world, it will always come back.

⸸ But what about you? You, who is more than just the blood and flesh and bones that make up your body?

⸸ You would be gone.

⸸ Is it really difficult at all to understand why it wants to keep as much of your remains for itself?

I’m thinking about Albedo, wanting to run a test on you. He wants to make you addicted to him.

Whenever you’re with him, he laces your food. first, with a highly addictive substance, then with an aphrodisiac. your first visit on the side of dragonspine was fairly uneventful, but he could tell you were flustered as you left. he revels in it, wondering if you could even make it down the side of the mountain before your hand was down your pants. or maybe you did make it all the way back home, all pent up and hazy from the drugs, rubbing your little pussy against a pillow like a bitch in heat.

and you come back, and you feel the same feelings. this time, though.. you’re a little less adept at hiding it. he’s made you cum at least six times by the end of the night, and you pass out there. of course, your breakfast the next morning is laced too, and he gets to watch you blush and shake and try to hide it and fail miserably all over again. how exciting.

and eventually it works, you turn up at his shelter more and more often, all but begging for his cock even without the drugs. he successfully got you addicted to his dick, and he’s gonna use it to his advantage.

content warning: noncon, aphrodisiac drug use, mindbreak, masturbation (f), creampie. dark content! anti dc & -17 dni + nsfw under the cut.

ANONNNN big brain i love u for this kiss kiss

It’s the type of feeling that crept up on you almost instantly, lathering your inner thighs with slicks and clouds up your mind with lewd thoughts. All you could think is going anywhere as long as you’re alone, as long as you can hurry your dainty fingers down your panties and twiddle your wet cunt with your hand cupping your mouth to muffle your whines. it’s weird how you’re always like this around Albedo, knees growing weaker, cheeks heating up and by the time you realized, you’re rubbing your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs as he speaks.

It’s truly immoral coming from you, but even you can barely hold yourself together right now to think straight. Every subtle touch from him elicits a whine out of you which leads to you quickly excusing yourself without caring about the brutal cold. Not like it could compare with the way your body heats up right now, you just hope and wish to Barbatos that Albedo doesn’t hear you.

Guilt came to play with your heart when you started touching yourself to him, your fingers pumping inside of you, pussy squelching as Albedo’s face flashes across your mind. Embarrassed come next when you showed up at his shelter with a much more disarrayed appearance, begging for him to help you out from this weird situation you found yourself stuck with.

It’s a shame that your vision is too blurry from all the tears if not you could’ve pieced it together— why every time you consumed everything from him your body acts up, why even a spoonful of his food sent this feeling jolting in your body. But at least somebody prefers it that way, Albedo would rather you not know of it. Besides, why would you want to, right?

You’re happy here with him, constantly fucked out of your mind. If his nose isn’t buried in books then it would be buried in you, tongue lapping your wet cunt as the bridge of his nose rub against your puffy clit. And when he’s frustrated with his experiment, he’ll just let it out on you, pushing your soaked panties before shoving his cock inside of you. Not that you mind, all you know is throw your head back and worship his cock, tight pretty cunt clamped down his cock every time you cum all over his lap.

He doesn’t even need to laced your food again.

𝗖𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 !

˖˚˳⊹ cockwarming feat. kaeya : scaramouche : pantalone : childe : diluc : kazuha x fem! reader from the 5.5k event special

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗔

kaeya felt so firm and warm inside of you, deeply buried in your tight hole and throbbing against your delicate walls, his fat vein was grazing over them with great control, twitching whenever you‘d clench onto him. You were utterly aware on how big kaeya was, but having him inside of you like this was a rough challenge on its own. "would you stop squirming already?" the way he‘s pointing your desperate state out right now was beyond your expectations, he was enjoying this, by far.

his defined arms would always loop around your waist, digging his fingernails into the soft flesh of your body and pushing you down further against his hard cock, balls soaked with your juices and his cum yet kaeya didn‘t want to stop, —didn‘t even think about it, at all—, mind fuzzy and turning utterly hazy from the firm yet strong grip you had on him. The man— who was normally oh so confident in his abilities turning into something else, into something needy and desperate. Yet it wasn‘t his intention to lose that little game the both of you played right now. Kaeya wanted to make sure you‘re cumming from just his cock nestled in between your cunt like this.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘

scaramouche who didn‘t feel like pulling out after cumming deep into your sloppy cunt, your juices and his cum flowing past your lips and coating the messy bedsheets underneath you. He‘s so close, yet his soul felt so far, —wasn‘t even seeing it as necessary to look into your eyes—, head nestled in the crook of your neck and taking in your scent, the particular scent that made him so fucking addicted to you.

wouldn‘t tell you in a million years though, but it was right there now, so close. He could feel another orgasm approach from deep inside his gut, fingernails clawing into the soft flesh of your thighs while he spread you open even further— making it possible to reach deeper into your hole and kissing that one particular sweet spot he knew you went crazy over. "How are you still so tight?" almost saying that in a judging way, peering over your face as his warm breath coated your cheeks. You bit back a moan once he retracted his hips a bit higher, while also instinctively bucking forwards against his throbbing cock. If it wasn‘t for scaramouche‘s immense self control in that area, he would‘ve released himself yet another time to fill you up.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘

pantalone rolled his eyes at you, "are you done whining?" annoyed, more so gasping out peskily at your desperate state, impaled by his hard cock while he has got you locked with his brought arms. You were currently straddling him in his leather chair, legs already threatening to give out on you if it wasn‘t for pantalone keeping you up, pulling you onto his lap even more so you‘d feel every single vein grazing through your delicate walls.

to make yourself a bit more comfortable on his lap you wiggled around which he wasn‘t really pleased about, the thing he hated the absolute most was you disobeying his orders in whatever way imaginable. He gave you a light slap on your thigh for your bold behavior, not to mention that he was grinning now with that pseudo smile of his that would always make a shiver run down your spine. "Don‘t tell me you‘re actually considering disobeying me in any way, dear?" cooeing into your ear while you keened into his shoulder, unable to look at him. Warm precum now began soaking out of your fluttering hole, —which was still full by his throbbing cock—. You didn‘t know if you should say anything or answer his question, yet the only thing he did was snap his hips up particularly hard, "be good now." his voice firm, warm breath coating your cheek as his gaze fell back on the loads of paperwork on his desk.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

under childe‘s scorching gaze, you lifted your head softly up to the man who was hovering over you, "not yet." he pants heavily after filling you up with his seed, voice a little dull and his pretentiously wording sounded almost clingy in a way you couldn‘t quite place. You quivered uncontrollably because of him, his hard cock— that would gradually soften— but was still completely sheathed in your warm hole, throbbing and grazing over your walls. Subconsciously you tightened your arms around his neck to pull him closer against your body that was covered in sweat.

ajax wouldn‘t let you a chance to voice yourself either, leaning close to you once more for yet another kiss on the tip of your nose before snapping his hips forward to bury himself deeper into your messy cunt, that was so utterly ruined by him already. You purred and whined at the newish found sensation, for a few moments it was silent in a way, his fingers threading through your unruly hair as you tried to spread your legs further for him. And if you were being honest right now, you could stay like this for an eternity, caged in his arms with his cock nestled in your quivering hole, the passionate feelings radiating through the whole room while you forgot everything around you.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

the cooling touch from diluc‘s gloved hands glide across your skin, your arms looped around his neck for additional support once he lined his throbbing cock up with your hole. Gingerly sliding his flushing red tip over your folds to collect your juices and use them as a natural lubricant before burying himself to the hilt inside of you. He felt so firm and warm, not to mention big inside of your clenching hole that was so desperately sucking him in. It felt as if you escaped all struggles and solely focused on his burning eyes alone.

the way diluc would grab onto the soft flesh of your thighs to keep you close at all times, not to mention that whenever you would try to move he‘d shoot a gaze towards you that was so unbelievably sexy and demanding, having you throb against his cock in a heart beat. It was just as if an unspeakable desire formed deep inside your gut, continuously seeping through each pore of your body while his tip grazed over your sweet spot without much effort. "You‘re so beautiful like this." he‘s whispering, husky breath turning into an almost sinful tone. Diluc was so sly about it too, knowing oh too well how to make you unravel against him.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗛𝗔

your body turning into raging tides, blood surging through your veins with kazuha‘s cock still throbbing inside of you after he filled you up with his seed, his balls soaked in your juices and his cum which had the sticky substance drip on the bedsheets underneath the both of you. "not yet." he‘s mewling now, kazuha sounded almost desperate in a way, "don‘t want to pull out yet." a dangerous breath spreading from his words, which you could only reply to in looking him deep in his eyes. You both were coated in sweat and perspiration, bodies closely entangled against each other and unable to let go with his cock still nestled in between your sobbing cunt, that was unable to hold all of his cum in.

every inch of your skin under his touches would turn into flames, his face hiding and the crook of your neck and leaving soft open mouthed kisses only for him to relish in. As your whining turned louder, kazuha‘s groaning against you turned huskier in a way, needier if anything. You could feel him throb inside of you again, his cock— that was gradually softening becoming hard yet again—. "i love you." he‘s cooeing into your ear, rough tongue licking a straight line from your neck to your collarbone, his hands acting along his wills. He was so far gone, you figured, he could barely form any sentences anymore. Only being able to concentrate and feel you engulf him, the veins— that decorated his shaft in an utmost delicate way— prancing over your abused walls which would result in you moaning deeply against his hold. Kazuha wouldn‘t want to leave this position in a million years.

5.5k event special

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Tignari is the embodiment of the 'I'm a healer but' meme

I really like ur Kazuha x Reader x Xiao fic!!! Is there ever a time though where Xiao isn't there and y/n and Kazuha get time together or Kazuha ever get secretly jealous even though he's more so caressing and gentle?

It's been a while since I wrote for this poly ship (~￣³￣)~

(Kazuha x fem reader)

★ warnings: kinda possessive/jealous sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside, praising, bdsm, slight angst, some fluff, overstimulation

Yes kazuha does get jealous sometimes. Xiao literally clings onto you like a baby and it's sometimes frustrating.

He sometimes feels like he's not even acknowledged in the relationship. By both you and Xiao.

You know this as well as he does so that's why you try to show him an equal amount of love as much as possible.

But lately xiao's been hogging you for himself and having sex with you a lot.

It's a new morning and you've pranced downstairs to the kitchen, where kazuha currently was, with a cheerful attitude.

"Good morning kazuha! Kiss~" you plant a kiss on his lips and pull away with a happy smile but it falters when you see his disinterested expression.

"hi y/n." He mumbles before walking away.

Your heart sinks. He didn't seem all that happy...

After quickly putting two and two together, you figured you two needed to spend some alone time together.

That's why you talked to Xiao about going on a one night trip with kazuha. He was pouty and hesitant at first, obviously upset that he wouldn't be tagging along but he understood the situation and promised not to bother you two.

Now here you two were, in a fancy hotel room.

You flop onto the bouncy mattress with a content sigh before urging Kazu to join you as well. "Kazuha, come here."

He looks around the place before tossing his jacket onto a chair. "Y/n...why did we come here?"

You tilt your head. "Hm? To spend some time together of course!" You chirp.

He looks over at you in surprise before his expression turns somber and you can tell he's on the verge of tears.

In a slight panic, you rush over to cup his face. "D-dont cry Kazuha...I know Xiao can be clingy but he does care about you. And so do I."

Kazuha doesn't reply for a moment and just stares at you with fascination before smiling a small smile.

A wave of relief washes over you until you notice how his eyes darken, turning into something predatory. He gently grasps your hands before whispering. "I'll have to see if that's true."

"Huh-?" You blink until he suddenly hoists you over his shoulder, earning a squeal from you before tossing you toward the bed.

The landing knocks the air out of your lungs before Kazuha quickly crawls on top of you and grabs both your wrists to pin above your head.

You gasp while gazing up at him. "W-what are you doing?"

He pulls off the loose tie from around his neck before binding your hands. "I'm going to test and see who you truly think about when we have sex."

Your eyes grow wide as a new panic starts bubbling in your chest. "W-what?! B-but, I always think about you Kazuha-!"

"shh, if that's really true then you don't have anything to worry about," he reassures with a sly smirk before tracing down your stomach and unbuttoning your shirt as well.

Kazuha's actually pretty possessive despite not showing it.

It was sometimes frightening. in the state he's in right now, you didn't even wanna think about what would happen if you accidentally called out xiao's name instead of kazuha's...

Kazuha places a chaste kiss on your cheek before grabbing your chin. "I'm going to blindfold you too. So just relax."

Your heart pounds when a soft and smooth cloth is wrapped around your eyes and you're shrouded in darkness.

Kazuha's slender fingers trail up from the bottom of your calf all the way to your ass and he massages the flesh, earning a quiet gasp from you.

"let's take this off," he murmurs silkily before dragging your shorts down along with the underwear.

After tossing them aside on the floor, he leans down to grab your calf and sweetly kisses your ankle.

Kazuha's wet kisses trail up from your ankle to your knee. "I love you," he breathes.

"I love you, I love you," he mumbles breathlessly making you giggle from the ticklish sensation.

"I love you more." You whisper but kazuha suddenly stops and glances over at you.

"you love who more?"

Your chest suddenly tightens from the realization of what you just said and you shift uncomfortably. "kazuha, you know I didn't mean it like that—a-ah!"

A sharp inhale is sounded from you when kazuha gives a long lick up your puffy folds. He had moved on already. Yet you couldn't even tell since you had no sight of him.

He hums, sending delicious vibrations up your spine and making you moan.

"I love the way you taste. The way you smell." He groans while grabbing ahold of your plush thighs and prying them apart.

You squeak and flex your wrists against the tie, feeling slightly embarassed knowing that you were on full naked display for your boyfriend.

But it's nothing he hasn't seen before. You can't see him right now but you can hear him unzipping his pants.

"gonna make you feel so good," He pants before shuffling back and yanking your body down to the edge of the bed.

You yelp from the harsh pull until your legs are thrown over Kazuha's shoulders. He lands a harsh smack on your ass, causing you to cry out and flinch.

Why was he acting like this? This wasn't like him...it honestly seemed more like xiao's behavior.

Wait...is that what he's trying to do?? Act like Xiao to confuse you?!

That stupid jerk!

You open your mouth, ready to call him out for it but before you could even get the first letter out, Kazuha already thrusts in, filling you to the absolute brim.

A shaky moan mixed with a sob rips from your throat as you throw your head back.

Kazuha only tilts his head with a cheeky smile. He knows you figured it out. He observes you and Xiao all the time so he knows how to read you and act just like him.

That's why he's the one in charge.

Your breathing is shallow from the tingling sensation in your lower belly but your moment of rest is short lived since Kazu starts pounding away.

Electric jolts of pleasure are constantly shocking your body as you mewl and arch your back. "k-kazuha, kazuha, kazuha-"

"seems like you still remember my name. I'm impressed," he grunts while gripping your thighs.

"o-of course I remember-! Y-you're my ngh- my boyfriend," your words are breathy and barely voiced but kazuha hears them.

He continues to rut inside you, his eyes hypnotized on the way your beautiful tits bounce up and down. Your walls hug his length so fucking perfectly everytime he drags his thick cock in and out.

He sucks in a breath before running a hand up your side and squeezing. "Don't you have another boyfriend too?"

"y-yes! But I-I love them both! so much!" Your voice comes out high pitched near the end of your sentence since kazuha flicks your clit with his thumb.

His eyes soften as sweat begins to form on his overheating body. "I know. Such a good girl...our good girl."

He leans over to kiss your spit covered lips, gnawing playfully on your bottom lip. You meet it with equal passion and soon enough, your body starts to prickle with that familiar sinful buildup.

"ah, cum, I'm gonna c-cum Kazu," you mewl while relishing the way his tongue traveled around your earlobe then down your neck.

"I know. You deserve it baby. Cum for me," he whispers in a hoarse tone before grabbing your hips to keep you as close as possible.

His thrusts turn into frantic humping as your sweet juices and arousal flow down from where you two were connected.

Your pleasured moans turn into cries of overstimulation as you writhe and thrash around but as tough as it was for kazuha too, he kept going until you both reached your climaxes together.

Your legs go rigid and you grip the bedsheet once that lightning hot coil finally snaps. A broken sob slips past your lips when you shudder and float to cloud nine.

Your rhythmic pulsating walls send Kazu over the edge and he gasps before spilling inside of you, painting your insides white while beads of sweat drip down his face and chin.

He curls over your exhausted body before capturing your lips for sloppy kiss. You hum happily while bringing your arms to wrap around his neck only to remember that they were tied together.

Kazuha suddenly pulls away while out of breath. "Oh right...I almost forgot."

He removes your blindfold and restraints and you blink up at him before smiling with your chest heaving. "So..do you feel better now?"

He chuckles while caressing your face. "Yes. Thank you."