Pov: You're Getting Rejected (again)

───⋆ LOVE UNTOLD.

SYNOPSIS

yn hasn’t talked to hyunjin since their breakup — because one, she doesn’t think she’s quite over him yet, and two, she has zero reason to speak to him !, things get more complicated when y/n and hyunjin have to be mc’s together…..

PAIRING

idol!hyunjin x idol!fem reader.

FEATURES

minnie from the g idle as yn, all itzy and stray kids members, lily and haewon from nmixx, yeonjun from txt, + other idols.

GENRE

smau + written parts, fluff, angst, humor exs to lovers .

WARNINGS

cursing, some kms jokes, angst, heartbreak, others will be added each chapter.

STATUS

STARTING : August 9th, 2023

ENDING : n/a

TAGLIST @nobuttpics

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PROFILES. WE GETTING LOCO 🤪 | HOMELESS KIDS 🐺🔥 | OTHERS.

ONE … YN EMPLOYED ERA 🔥

Rich boy gojo latest obsession: Spider woman aka you

Gojo Satoru was everything you weren’t. Wealthy, popular, and effortlessly charismatic, he ruled the school like a king. Girls wanted him, guys wanted to be him, and he basked in the attention without a care in the world. You, on the other hand, were invisible. Quiet, studious, and focused solely on your dream of becoming a mechanical engineer, you kept to yourself. You had no time for the drama or distractions of high school life—not that anyone tried to drag you into it.

For years, Gojo hadn’t even known you existed, too busy dating every pretty girl in school and living his high-society life. But you didn’t care. As long as you had your books, your love of science, and a clear path to graduation, you were content.

Then, everything changed the night you got bitten.

It happened as you walked home from the library, your bag heavy with notes and textbooks. A sharp sting on your hand made you pause, and when you looked down, you saw it: a spider, glowing faintly with an otherworldly hue. You brushed it off, thinking nothing of it at the time. But by morning, your entire world had turned upside down.

The changes were drastic, to say the least. It felt like you had the strength of five men combined. You could climb walls, stick to surfaces, and—most astonishingly—shoot webs. At first, it was chaos. You’d knock over furniture without meaning to, stick to walls by accident, and fire webs at the worst possible times. Balancing your new abilities with the demands of high school was a nightmare. And then there were your parents, who couldn’t understand why you suddenly seemed so…different.

Eventually, though, you got the hang of it. Slowly but surely, you found a rhythm. By day, you were the quiet girl no one noticed, slipping through the halls like a ghost. By night, you were Spider-Woman, swinging through the city, saving lives, and trying to make a difference.

One of those lives, unfortunately, was Gojo’s.

You’d saved him multiple times—once from a mugger in a dark alley, another time from a runaway car. Each time, you prayed he wouldn’t recognize you under the mask. But Gojo, being Gojo, became utterly and completely obsessed. He couldn’t stop talking about Spider-Woman. It was Spider-Woman this, Spider-Woman that. She was all he thought about, all he cared about. He’d defend her fiercely to anyone who dared criticize her, becoming your personal lawyer without even realizing it.

When the media started painting Spider-Woman as a delinquent—a vigilante who caused more harm than good—Gojo was furious. He went so far as to call his dad, threatening to sue the newspaper that ran the story. How dare they? Didn’t they know how much Spider-Woman sacrificed to keep the city safe? The idea of anyone tarnishing her name was enough to make his blood boil.

Then came the night at the nightclub. Gojo, carefree as ever, found himself cornered in a dark alley, moments away from being robbed. You swooped in, taking out the muggers with ease. But before you could leave, he stopped you.

“Wait!” he called out, breathless and his sky blue eye wide. “I… I just wanted to say thank you. For everything.”

For a split second, you hesitated. His voice, so familiar yet so different, made your heart skip a beat. But you couldn’t risk it—not with how obsessed he was. Without a word, you shot a web to the nearest building and disappeared into the night, leaving Gojo standing there, more intrigued than ever.

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The cafeteria buzzed with chatter as students clustered at their usual tables. Sitting alone with your tray of food and your notes, you tuned out the noise. Behind you, however, the loudest group in school had taken their seats—Gojo Satoru and his friends.

“Dude, I’m telling you—she totally recognized me,” Gojo said, his voice carrying across the room as he threw his hands up in frustration.

“Satoru, you’re delusional,” Geto drawled, brushing his long hair behind his ear as he gave his best friend a look of pity. “You know how many people she saves, right? Why would she only recognize you?”

“Because I’m pretty, that’s why,” Gojo shot back, leaning uncomfortably close to Geto’s face, his striking blue eyes glinting with mock indignation. “Who could ever forget this face, huh? I’m too handsome.”

Geto blinked at him, unimpressed. “You’re beyond saving.”

“He’s right,” Shoko chimed in dryly from across the table, casually popping a fry into her mouth. “You need professional help, Satoru.”

But Gojo wasn’t listening. He leaned back in his chair, dramatically running a hand through his white hair as though to emphasize his point. “I’m serious, guys! She’s so cool—like, way cooler than anyone else in this school. I have to meet her. But she doesn’t have an agent or an email or…anything! How am I supposed to contact her? Ugh, it’s torture.”

“You’re not supposed to contact her,” Shoko replied, not even looking up from her fries.

“Wait, wait,” Gojo interrupted, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Do you think she’d date me if I offered her money?” He turned to Geto and Shoko, searching for validation.

The two stared at him like he’d grown a second head.

“Money? Really?” Shoko snorted, clearly unimpressed. “Satoru, she’s a superhero, not a gold digger.”

Geto sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, and even if she was into money, why would she pick you? You’d probably get robbed while on a date with her.”

“Hey!” Gojo huffed, crossing his arms. “She saved me multiple times. Okay, a lot actually . That means something!”

Shoko raised an eyebrow. “It means you’re really bad at staying out of trouble.”

Behind them, you fought the urge to roll your eyes. It was bad enough Gojo was obsessed with Spider-Woman, but to hear him talk about her with such unfiltered arrogance made your food taste worse. If only he knew how much effort it took to not acknowledge him during every rescue.

Still, you couldn’t deny the small flicker of amusement at the thought. Gojo Satoru, the most confident guy in school, practically pining over you without even knowing it.

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Gojo Satoru thought he was a genius. Actually, scratch that—he knew he was a genius. After all, if Spider-Woman was going to save him every time he found himself in trouble, then logically, he just needed to get into more trouble. That way, she’d have no choice but to keep saving him, which meant he’d get to see her more often.

“Wow,” he muttered to himself one day as he stared at his reflection in a classroom window. “I scare myself sometimes with how brilliant I am.”

And so, his master plan began. Every day, without fail, he’d find himself in increasingly dangerous situations. Whether it was wandering down shady alleys, conveniently “forgetting” his wallet in sketchy neighborhoods, or trying to provoke muggers by flashing his expensive watch in public, Gojo made sure to play the role of helpless rich boy perfectly.

And every single time, you were there. Swinging in at the last possible second, rolling your eyes behind your mask as you pulled him out of harm’s way.

For two weeks, this went on. Two excruciating weeks.

“Are you serious right now?” you snapped one night as you yanked him out of the path of an oncoming car he’d nearly walked in front of. “sir, What were you even doing in the middle of the street?” Your trying to make your voice deeper so he couldn't recognise it.

“Me?” he asked innocently, flashing you a grin that somehow managed to be both charming and infuriating. “I was just testing how fast that car was going. You know, for science.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “You’re unbelievable.” you whispered. You didn't want to talk to him too much and feed his delusion that he is somehow special to you.

“Thank you,” he replied, as if it were a compliment. “So, what’s your name? Your real name, I mean. Do you like movies? Dinner? Long walks in the rain?”

You ignored him, as usual, swinging away before he could say anything else. But Gojo was nothing if not persistent.

The final straw came on a rainy night after an already horrible day. You’d had a blowout argument with your mom that morning, and the weight of your double life was catching up to you. Your grades were slipping, exhaustion was eating away at you, and the constant pressure of keeping the city safe was unbearable. To top it all off, Gojo’s ridiculous antics were only making things worse.

So when you find him once again—this time standing at the edge of a rooftop of the hotel his rich father owns, "balancing practicing"—you snapped.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you shouted, storming toward him as the rain poured down. Your mask was soaked, and your voice shook with frustration and fatigue. “Do you have a death wish? Or are you just this desperate for attention?”

Gojo turned, his soaked white hair plastered to his forehead, and gave you that same infuriating grin. “Hey, Spider-Woman! Took you long enough. I was starting to think you didn’t care.”

You grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back from the edge, your patience completely gone. “Listen, rich boy,” you hissed, your voice trembling with anger. “I don’t know what kind of game you think this is, but I am not playing. You don’t get to make my life harder just because you’re bored or obsessed or whatever this is.”

For the first time, Gojo seemed taken aback. His grin faltered, and his usually sparkling blue eyes softened. “Wait, are you okay?”

You froze, caught off guard by the genuine concern in his voice. For a fleeting moment, the usual arrogance in his tone was replaced by something softer—something real. But the dam inside you had already broken.

“No, I’m not okay,” you admitted, your voice cracking under the weight of everything. “I’m also a human, you know. I get tired too... I—”

You stopped yourself mid-sentence, biting your lip hard enough to hurt. No. You’d already said too much. Letting him see even this much vulnerability was dangerous—too dangerous. You didn’t owe him an explanation.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you grabbed him by the arm and picked him up effortlessly, carrying him away from the edge of the rooftop. You set him down on stable ground, saying nothing as you turned to leave.

“Wait,” he called after you, his voice trembling slightly. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Okay? Please, just listen to me.”

You hesitated, your back still to him.

“I didn’t mean to make things harder for you,” he said, his usual confidence completely gone. “I was just... I thought I was being clever, but I wasn’t thinking about what it was doing to you. I just... I wanted to see you. To talk to you.”

His words hung in the air, raw and honest, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around. The rain poured down harder, mingling with the tears that began streaming down your face. You clenched your fists, willing yourself not to break down completely in front of him.

“It doesn’t matter,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “Just... stay out of trouble. Please.”

You swung away without looking back, leaving him standing there in the rain, his figure growing smaller and smaller until it disappeared from view.

As the wind whipped past you, the tears kept coming. The frustration, the exhaustion, the overwhelming loneliness—it all spilled out in the safety of the storm. For the first time in a long time, you let yourself cry.

And behind you, on that rooftop, Gojo Satoru stood drenched and motionless, staring after you with an ache in his chest he didn’t fully understand. He had never seen you like that before—so human, so tired, so vulnerable.

And for the first time, he realized just how much he’d taken you for granted.

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For two whole days, you slept. The world kept spinning, but you didn’t care. You were beyond exhausted—mentally, physically, emotionally. It felt like your body was trying to shut itself down for repairs, and honestly, you welcomed it. After all, who cared about you? Why should you care about the world when no one seemed to care about you?

Meanwhile, Gojo was in his own spiral of chaos. The guilt gnawed at him relentlessly. He couldn’t shake the image of your trembling voice, your soaked figure disappearing into the rain. He knew he’d messed up—badly. He wanted to apologize, to tell you how sorry he was for being selfish, for not thinking about what you were going through. But... how? How was he even supposed to find you? It was like you’d vanished into thin air.

To make matters worse, there was the looming deadline for his big mechanical engineering project. Normally, he wouldn’t be too concerned. He was Gojo Satoru—charming, brilliant, and capable of pulling off a miracle at the last second. But this time, there was a twist. His professor had assigned him a partner: Y/N L/N.

He didn’t even know who that was. Sure, he’d heard the name in passing, but it wasn’t like he paid attention to anyone who wasn’t in his usual circle of admirers or friends. Now, in the middle of his existential guilt-fueled meltdown, he had to deal with the stress of finding a partner he probably wouldn’t recognize if they stood right in front of him.

His friends noticed immediately that something was off. Gojo was usually the epitome of confidence, breezing through life without a care in the world. But now, he was pacing, muttering to himself, and radiating the kind of energy that screamed, I’ve screwed up.

“Okay, what’s going on with you?” Shoko finally asked, leaning back in her chair and eyeing him suspiciously.

“Yeah, you’ve been weird for days,” Geto added, sipping his coffee. “This is, like, the longest you’ve gone without flirting with someone or bragging about yourself. Should we be worried?”

Gojo ran a hand through his damp hair, tugging at the roots in frustration. “It’s Spider-Woman,” he admitted, slumping into a chair.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Shoko groaned, rolling her eyes. “What did you do now?”

“I think I—no, I know I messed up,” Gojo said, groaning into his hands. “I was being an idiot, okay? I kept getting myself into trouble so she’d save me, and... well, she finally snapped.”

“Wait,” Geto said, raising an eyebrow. “Are you telling me Spider-Woman, the literal superhero, got mad at you? What the hell did you do?”

Gojo waved his hands wildly, exasperated. “I just wanted to talk to her! Is that so bad?!”

“Yes,” Shoko and Geto said in unison.

“Ugh, whatever,” Gojo grumbled, burying his face in his arms. “She disappeared after that night. I don’t even know where to find her now.”

“Maybe you should stop obsessing over her and focus on that project,” Shoko suggested, popping a fry into her mouth. “What’s the name of your partner again?”

“Y/N L/N or something,” Gojo said absentmindedly, frowning at the table.

Shoko froze mid-chew, exchanging a quick glance with Geto.

“You’re kidding me, right?” Geto said, trying to suppress a grin.

Gojo blinked at them, confused. “What?”

“Y/N L/N,” Shoko said slowly, smirking. “You mean the quiet girl who never talks to anyone? The one who’s always in the library?”

Gojo’s jaw dropped. “Wait, what? No way. why godddd." he dropped his head to the table and started banging his head.

“Yep,” Shoko said, crossing her arms. “That’s your partner. Good luck, lover boy.”

Now, not only did Gojo have to figure out how to apologize to Spider-Woman, but he also had to track down his elusive project partner—

And honestly? He wasn’t sure which task was going to be harder.

angel

character: shinichiro

content: fluff, oh so fluffy, use of female pronouns, shin being soft and a simp, this takes place in the past when emma and mikey are still little children

synopsis: shinichiro finally gets a girlfriend but no one seems to believe him so what does he do? show you off of course!

word count: 1.5k

ive been meaning to write a shin fic for a while now and here we are hehe this is for all my shin simps <3

tagging: @softshiin @sanzuchi @shinscig

Shinichiro was a hopeless romantic, having rejected 20 times, one would think that he would never have any luck getting one to call his own. But one day, a higher being seemed to have heard his prayers when his eyes fell upon your angelic form, he swore he could hear chime bells ringing when he first saw you pass by his bike shop. Scrambling to his feet, he hurries to you to try and get your number, he was honestly expecting you to reject him there and then, but surprisingly, you agreed with that pretty grin on your face - one which he forever etched in his memory - and the rest was history. 

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I wonder what song they are listening to.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍!

ft. shinichiro, kakucho, inui, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, m!oral, cursing, dirty talk, praise, secondhand embarrassment, fingering, f!oral, cockwarming, pussy drunk boyo, needy boyo, soft dom! w/ sub! reader

an. sometimes the pussy is just too much <3

𖦹 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

shinichiro lives for the moment when he finds your body nestled between his legs, cock perfectly placed in your hands and the tip melting on your tongue. the length throbs when your mouth engulfs him, swallowing his cock practically whole and the tip being met with the back of your throat, “god—s’good for me” shinichiro slurs, fingers digging into your scalp and his digits twitching when you only can gag around him. he doesn’t understand why you sucking him off feels so good today—better than it normally does. and shinichiro can’t control the way his hips buck into your face, slamming you down on his cock—or the cum shooting straight down your pretty little throat. shinichiro gasps, whimpering when your lips catch the sensitive head as you pull from his lap, “d-did you really just cum?” you question—meet with your boyfriend’s bright red face and avoiding eye contact, “i am so sorry princess, i-i just thought about how much i love the way you suck my cock and—shit” shinichiro hisses when your face bends back down to his crotch, tongue swirling around the length, “i’ll cum again you know? i bet my pretty girl wants another load huh?”

+ how does he make it up to you?

the only way shinichiro knows how, making you sit on his face and cumming on his tongue over and over. he really does feel bad for earlier but maybe if you’re so high on the bliss of his tongue prodding deep in your hole—you won’t mind <3

𖦹 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎

doesn’t grasp true reality right now when you’ve got kakucho lying on his back while you fuck his cock however you want. he likes the angle, the effortless beauty captures through each sway of your hips bouncing on his length and the way you’re taking charge, fucking him into oblivion—kakucho has self control, he knows when to clench from the waves of bliss rolling through his body but this time it’s different, “ridin’ this cock so well angel, i’m all yours, keep goin’.” but it’s better said than done because another movement of your body and everything feels—like it shouldn’t. kakucho letting a broken moan erupt through his lips, fingers pulsing through your hips and the willpower he had was filling your hole and eyes rolled white as kakucho dwindles through his high. before you can even talk he’s throwing a hand over your mouth, arm wrapped around your waist and bringing you down to his level, “just give me a minute, just give me a fucking minute” kakucho mumbles in your neck, the swell of his cock throbbing through your clenching walls. “proud ain’t ya princess? making me cum so quick” kakucho mumbles into the skin, though you can’t see his face—you’re sure he’s blushing through and through.

+ how does he make it up to you?

kakucho let’s the embarrassment wear off before he’s on you again, this time he’s the one fucking you into a limitless void of toes curling, moans spilling and his thighs splattered with a mixture of his seed and your juices—yeah, so what if he came early? not going to stop kakucho from fucking you until you’re dripping from his from his cum for days.

𖦹 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈

lives for the moment when he makes you feel so fucking good—if it’s the amount of squelching sounds radiating the room or the pure filfth of your juices coating his balls—inui puts your pleasure above his own, every single time. “cum for me, angel” inui whispers against your ear, hot breath creeping onto the shell while he lingers nimble fingers down to your puffy clit. inui watches the blossoming effect his cock has on you, splitting your pussy in half whilst his fingers bring your orgasm to the surface. your spasms coat his length, eyes screwing shut while you feel the orgasm brushing through your body—within a reach of paradise it’s abruptly cut short when inui lets a high pitch groan shrill your ears, panting above you and almost buckling over from his orgasm—your eyes sneer red. without another word spoken inui runs to the bathroom—bashful tones whimpering from his voice when he tells you he’s sorry, you almost want to be angry if it wasn’t for the way inui looked almost angelic crumbling to your pussy.

+ how does he make it up to you?

inui might of came too quick but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let it get the best of him— asking you to sit in his lap while he slowly rubs small circles against your clit. overstimming you until you can’t even remember why you were mad at him to begin with <3

𖦹 𝐑𝐀𝐍

with his tongue swirling on your clit, hips bucking against the sheets as your hands bring ran even closer to your throbbing heat—it doesn’t get much better than this. ran mindlessly licks and spits into your soaking cunt, groans vibrating through your core when another orgasm taints his tongue—ran has already spent an hour between your legs, he thinks what’s another more? but you’re on edge, wanting something thicker than two fingers curling along your walls and the soft whines of his name drags ran from his realm of your dripping cunt to your perfect face, capturing your lips on his and the taste of yourself spent in his mouth seeps through to your tongue. “you taste so good for me” ran moans against your lips, spreading your legs wide and motioning his cock into your hole but the overwhelming heat, silky juices from your pussy become so much ran is helpless succumbing to his ecstasy, spilling his load in a one single stroke. “you didn’t just fucking cum” you hiss, and ran drops his face into your neck, slowly reeling his hips before ramming his cock back deeper inside you, “i have no idea what you’re talking about pretty girl, i’m just getting started.” ran haitani has never lied to you but tonight, he had—a little white lie, that you totally don’t know anything about.

+ how does he make it up to you?

ran? cum? too fast? he says you’re just imagining things, he’d never do anything that embarrassing—maybe if you’re too caught up in his brutal thrusts, fingers mercifully swipes to your clit, you’ll completely ignore the fact he came inside you like it was his first time.

𖦹 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

rindou doesn’t have time to fuck you, he’s on a tight schedule for work so maybe just pulling you in his car while he rolls his clothed bluge against your fabric covered cunt will do. maybe was what rindou thought but as hands tugged against his colored strands, coats of whines cascaded over his ear and the sheen patch of your slick stained his pants has rindou struggling. “wanna fuck this pretty pussy so fucking bad baby, just need to fill this hole” rindou pants against your mouth, needily bringing his hips down to grind against your core and he’s keeping the coil deep in his gut stagnant, hoping—praying nothing will come out of this but your panties being ruined. yet the ache grows by the minute especially when he feels your hand rub on his bulge, fingers working through to his sensitive head. a hiss bleeds through rindou’s teeth till white stars dance across his vision and rindou throws his head up, whimpering when you feel a wet patch scold his pressed pants. “did you just—” you look up at him and rindou looks the other way, biting down on his bottom lip, “do not look at me, if you do anything—don’t look at me, i am so pathetic.”

+ how does he make it up to you?

doesn’t make eye contact for a week afterwards but rest assured you sit rindou down and explain to him that mistakes happen and he’s more than happy to show you how much he needs you—he got what he wanted, filling your messy hole but rindou never says how long that’ll take. <3

𖦹 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

it feels like an eternity since sanzu has fucked you and maybe that’s why everything feels like the first time all over again. his strokes are shallow, shaky breaths expelled from his lips and even the slightest gaze upon your naked body makes him shiver. “missed you so much, princess” sanzu mumbles against your lips, tracing the curves on your body with his calloused fingers while his tongue dips into your warm mouth. sanzu could last forever just like this, the swell of his cock sweetly nestled inside you, soft hands cupping his warm cheeks and a singe of pleasure jolting up his spine. sanzu ignores it at first, he’s too caught up in the way you make him feel, alive—burning from combustion and craving more. “fuck i think i’m gonna cum” sanzu gasps and normally that’d be okay but time has slowed down and sanzu has only been inside you for a minute. “s-seriously?” you squeak back, noticing his lashes fluttering closed and your thighs slathers warm. “i can’t help it, fuck—” sanzu pumps another load inside you and his hands weakly fisting the sheets beside your head, “you’re gonna cum tonight, j-just let me use this hole, o-okay?”

+ how does he make it up to you?

cockwarm your precious boyfriend, that’s what sanzu wants and needs besides it keeps his cum in and the way your cunt clenches as he makes you cream on his length is a win-win situation <3

the daddyfication of ran haitani (part 2)

a/n: thank you for the love on part 1!!!!!!! i hope i wrapped this lil story up okay, feedback is so welcome and appreciated please enjoy!!!

content: pregnant reader, mentions of drug use sanzu does some coke oop, angst, angst, angst, comfort!

word count: 2.6k

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part 1

the car ride home from the hospital is tense. ran tries to speak but you shut him down with one word answers or by not responding at all. you feel yourself slipping into a foul mood and desperately want to fight against it so it won't be such an awkward drive, but you can't help it.

you accidentally make it worse by asking, "can you drop me off at my apartment?"

ran gives you a look like you're insane.

in the last few weeks you've only been to your apartment once and it was just to drop off your rent check. you'd slowly started spending more and more time at ran's, moving clothes and items over so that you practically lived there with him. he was too proud (and nervous) to ask you to move in properly, so he did it by suggesting you take more drawers in his closet, bring over more necessities so you'd feel more comfortable at his place. your asking to go there suddenly and without reason felt like a punishment to him.

"why?" he responds simply, eyes fixed to the road again. you watch him adjust his grip on the steering wheel.

"i just... ran, i don't want you to be upset, okay?" you mumble, wringing your hands in your lap. his jaw tightens, "that's not a fuckin' answer."

"please don't be upset," you huff. "i just want to be alone tonight. i feel like shit."

he pulls up to a red light and then turns to you, "you really want that?"

any time he looks at you, and you don't see the mischievous twinkle in his eye or the teasing smirk on his lips, your heart sinks. this time is no different. "yes," you force out. "just for the night. please, please try to understand where i'm coming from."

the light changes. he nods once at you and redirects his attention back to driving. your chest aches knowing that he's hurt, but you need some time on your own to take in everything that's happened today. you needed privacy to receive the doctor's phone call and maybe to buy a fucking drugstore pregnancy test, too. everything still felt like some kind of sick prank.

it wasn't like you'd never thought about having kids before. and after almost a year of being with ran, you'd definitely had your share of wonderings and daydreams about him as a father, of raising a cute little kid together with your eyes and his charming smile. you just hadn't expected to have to confront these imaginings so suddenly.

the rest of the drive is silent. ran pulls up outside your place and says nothing. "ran," you squeak, hoping he'll look at you. when he glances over, his well rehearsed facade is up, smirk and all.

"get inside quick, baby," he jerks his head toward the door. "it's cold."

you can't help but frown at the way he's bounced back so quickly, how he's so unaffected while you feel like you're crumbling. he puts a hand behind your neck and drags you toward him to plant a kiss to your forehead, "love you."

"love you, too," you give him a weak smile that doesn't even last until you get out of the car.

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the ding of your phone's timer makes you nearly jump out of your skin. it's the next day, and you're sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, leg shaking anxiously, staring at the little plastic wand on the counter. part of you doesn't want to look at the test at all. it would be much less stressful to toss the thing in the trash without checking the results, wash your hands, and pretend this whole ordeal was just a bad dream. but the vomiting had been real. the emergency room, the dizziness, the sobbing in ran's arms, the doctor's words.

that had all been very real.

you force yourself to your get to your feet and pick up the white and pink stick with trembling fingers. before you can muster the courage to look at it, you bring your attention back to the box the test came in.

one line, not pregnant. two lines, pregnant. simple.

you squeeze your eyes shut and hold the test in front of you. counting backwards from 3, you suck in a shaky break. 2, you grit your teeth. 1, your eyes crack open.

two lines.

two fucking lines. clear as day, there was no mistaking it.

you meet your reflection in the mirror and see that you're crying. you turn away and head into your bedroom, climbing into bed and making the decision to sleep for the rest of the day. ------------------------------------------------------------------

across town, ran is sitting in the back office of sanzu's strip club with sanzu, kokonoi, rindou, and kakucho, waiting for koko to finish looking over sanzu's books so they could all get to the restaurant where they were planning to eat.

"did you have to do this now?" kakucho groans as koko turns another page then turns it back to double check his own work. "i'm fuckin' hungry!"

"i told you we were working," koko replies without looking up.

rindou rolls his eyes, scrolling on his phone. ran is leaned back in a chair, absentmindedly watching sanzu do coke off a mirrored tray on the other side of the desk from kokonoi.

his pink haired head pops up after a line. "stop whining," he sniffs, dabbing at his nose with his sleeve. "i'm runnin' a fuckin' business here."

ran's phone vibrates in his pocket, distracting him momentarily from the euphoria episode unfolding in the stuffy office.

"ran haitani," he answers formally.

a moment later he's on his feet, "uh, yes...but that's not–okay... mhm.... yes.... i understand."

in true ran fashion, he starts to pace down to the far side of the office and back. "i'll call back," he grumbles, the professionalism all but gone from his tone. "right... thank you..."

for a few seconds, nobody says anything. ran's back is to the others, his grip tightening around his phone in his hand.

"you good, haitani?" kakucho's voice startles him. when he turns back to the group, he's wearing an unreadable expression.

"that was the doctor," he's stunned to the point of being unable to produce any emotion at all. "apparently my girl's pregnant."

the responses come all at once, blurted in shock and sympathy:

"shit, dude..."

"i'm sorry, man..."

"wow, what the fuck."

"what the hell are you gonna do?"

ran's staring down at his phone with unfocused eyes, "i have no fuckin' clue."

ran feels a bit stupid. he feels like he should've fuckin' known. the random bi– sorry, moodiness–, crying over anything, the vomiting, the fucking jeans that didn't fit and made you cry... how had he not realized??

admittedly, ran had gotten girls pregnant before. he'd even told you about it vaguely, never wanting to hide who he was from you, who he used to be. receiving an “i’m pregnant” text used to hardly even phase him. each time, he would simply shell out some money to make sure they'd handle it, then promptly ghost them and move the fuck on. the situation had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience, a problem neither him nor any of the women he'd been sleeping with had any difference in opinion about how to deal with.

but now he was with you. and he wasn't so sure that he wanted to do away with this like he had been so used to doing. and, more importantly, what did you want to do? the doctor said she'd told you already it was 99% sure, so why the fuck hadn't you said anything to him?? he didn't want to face the most obvious answer.

you obviously didn't want that with him.

"i'm gonna go," ran croaks, throat suddenly tight and dry. without waiting for any acknowledgement, he disappears out of the office and leaves the club through the back door.

ran would never admit it, but he had spent many nights lying awake thinking about the future he hoped to have with you. getting married, buying a house, growing old together... a huge part of it always included having a kid with you. he loved imagining how you’d be as a mother. he was sure the kindness and patience you showed him on a daily basis would only increase for your child. sure you loved him, but it almost made him jealous sometimes to imagine how much you'd love that fuckin' kid.

sitting in his car, ran realizes the reality of your pregnancy is not anything like he'd imagined. he's not feeling overjoyed. he's not rushing over to kiss you and celebrate. instead, you're hiding the pregnancy from him, alone at your apartment instead of with him at his and he's sitting in his car outside sanzu's fucking strip club. ran feels cheated somehow. why didn't you tell him?

of course he understood if you didn't want to have his baby, as much as that would tear him up inside. he knew he wasn't dad material; his business was dangerous, the lifestyle he'd led for so long was definitely not suited for children. as many nights as he'd spent imagining being a dad, he'd spent just as many worrying about not being good at it.

what would he do if he ended up being a shitty dad like his own had been?

you were his complete opposite: soft, understanding, empathetic. you'd be an incredible parent, you'd make it look effortless. and he would probably just fuck his kid up or leave.

ran presses his fingers against his temples, as if trying to physically work the thoughts out of his head. one thing was clear, he needed to talk to you. soon. immediately. before he can talk himself out of it, he turns on his car and zooms over to your place. ------------------------------------------------------------------

you try your best to ignore the knocking at your front door but the sound won't let up. dragging yourself out of bed, you shuffle through your apartment and open the front door without checking who it is.

"i think you owe me an explanation, sweetheart."

the words are said so calmly but they still make you want to physically leap away. ran looks disheveled, frustrated, and honestly, close to tears. he's watching you with a blank expression but you know him well enough to see the hurt in his eyes.

"come inside," you mumble, leading him toward the couch. he follows wordlessly and the two of you sit on opposite sides, facing each other.

"why didn't you tell me you're pregnant?" he asks, getting straight to the point.

you pull your knees up to your chest, hugging them tightly, "i don't know."

"that's a shit answer and you know it," he snarls.

"i don't know!" you repeat, louder. "i panicked, honestly. i still don't know how i feel about it, and i didn't know how you were going to react..."

"but you should have told me, baby," ran's fists are clenched at his sides as he tries to keep himself calm. "we don't keep shit from each other especially not important shit like this!"

"don't yell at me!" you feel tears prickle in your eyes. "i got fucking scared of what you might think. and i had to know what i wanted before i talked to you. and, honestly, i figured i could probably guess what you'd want right now and that it was not being a father. sorry if that was so wrong."

"i can be a fuckin' father."

"well, just because you can doesn't mean you should."

the words strike him like a slap in the face. "i see."

"ran," you regret the words the moment they're out of your mouth. "i don't mean that. i just, i'm so fuckin' confused, i don't mean to–"

"nah, you don't sound confused," he smiles darkly, condescending. "it sounds like you know exactly what the fuck you want."

"don't do that," you cross your arms tightly over your chest. "don't make me the fuckin' bad guy just for being scared."

"you? scared??" ran asks incredulously, sarcasm dripping from his words. "of what?"

"um, i don't know, of growing a fucking human being?" you sputter. "of having to clothe it, and feed it, and raise it to help it become an actual person without fucking it up??"

"oh, please, you're gonna be fuckin' mother of the year and raise the happiest, smartest, most well adjusted little brat in history."

"but you don't know that."

"i do," he bites back. "and so do you. fuckin' admit it, you're scared you might be stuck with a guy who's gonna fuck up your kid."

"ran!" you recoil in shock at his words. "is that really what you think??"

he lays his head back against the couch cushion, deflating, "it's obvious. why else would you hide it?"

you watch him sink back into the couch, notice how his jaw clenches and unclenches under the skin of his face. he's so tense you can practically feel it radiate off of him.

"can i–?" you start to move toward him. he's tired himself out now, said everything he needed to say. he nods in defeat and you climb onto his lap.

you tuck your head under his chin, curling up against his chest. just having you in his arms– having your body so close to his– calms him down significantly. ran has always said that none of the bonten men would ever believe how quickly he loses fights when they're with you. the man who would be excited to take on an entire gang on his own and maybe even actually stand a chance of winning, folds immediately at the hands of one woman.

your hand cups his cheek tenderly. he leans into the touch, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "you know i love you more than anything, right?"

he's surprised by the words, especially right now. he felt the same way about you, but doesn't usually think about or assume that it's reciprocated. god forbid he got too comfortable and something happened to prove him wrong.

"you have so much love to give, ran," you hug yourself closer to him. "you protect the people you love with everything you have. our kid is gonna be so lucky to have you as a dad."

he's silent for a few moments, then groans out a soft "fuck" that almost makes you laugh.

"you were caught off guard, too," his voice is low, the words are coming out slowly, like he's analyzing each one individually.

"i made it about my fuckin' self when you were just... also scared. jesus christ.

"mhm," you mumble. he rubs your back as he senses you aren't mad at him, "why do i do that shit? i almost fuckin' blew it."

"no, baby," you reassure him. "you didn't. and i obviously wouldn't let you get away that easily."

"oh yeah?" he smirks, heart soaring with the chance to speak normally with you for the first time in what has felt like many weeks. "think you've got me locked down now that you're my baby mama?"

"shut up," you burst out laughing. he kisses your forehead lovingly.

"you know, if it's not the right time now, we don't have to rush it," he tucks your head under his chin. "we can try again when we're ready."

"maybe we're ready now," you say softly. ran doesn't reply. he must've misheard you.

"now?" he repeats.

"you're gonna be good at this," you turn your body to straddle his waist. "our kid is gonna love you so much."

ran takes a shaky breath as he smiles at you. "you think?"

"obviously," you nod enthusiastically. "because i'm the one cooking him and i love you so much."

"there's a lot i'd like to unpack there."

"too bad," you giggle, hopping off his lap. "i'm hungry and you were mean to me."

ran reaches for his phone to order dinner, "yes, mrs. haitani."

"not quite."

"not yet."

"okay, honey. one thing at a time."

kissing the homies goodnight 😚 especially kaveh

PLAYING FAVORITE.

In which, Diluc and Kaeya make sporadic visits to the Dawn Winery just to fuck their favorite maid: you.

VERSION HIGHLIGHTS + 3.2k — f!reader. reader calls diluc and kaeya ‘master’ since it is the term used by npcs working in dawn winery to address the two. in this context, it is not meant to be demeaning. diluc and kaeya take turns. pure filth + self-indulgent. kaeya & lots of dirty talking + fingering + exhibition teasing. diluc & his raging breeding kink <3. creampies. diluc cleaning his cum off of you with his mouth. doggy + prone bonez. slight mindbreak. drool + tears + overstimming. oral (m & f!receiving). use of the word pussy, like a lot.

× : RETURN TO HOME.

“Master Kaeya… I don’t think we should… do this here.” Cheeks hot like coals, you squirmed, eyes darting here and there as your heart hoofed like crazy in your chest.

The Cavalry Captain only sighed, puffing an almost frustrated sound. “You just have to bend over and let me fuck this cock into you. That isn’t hard, is it?”

“Adelinde… might see us… the others might wake up…” You shuddered, pushing your back into his chest, afraid of the scant light emitted by the candles on tabletops surrounding you. Kaeya utilized the moment by reaching for the hem of your maid dress, and tugging the fabric up until your skin was exposed to the night air. You shot up a hand to cover your mouth, holding down his wrist timidly.

Because Kaeya had a penchant for fucking you in open spaces around the Winery: the living room, the kitchen, and outside with the vast stretch of grapevines witnessing your wits getting fucked out of your brains by the Captain.

“Hm?” Kaeya hummed while kissing your ear with his wet mouth. “You whine so much, but you took your underwear off before coming down here.” The length of his middle finger rubbed along your exposed slit, with Kaeya coating said finger with your slick before raising it to your face. “See? Your pussy’s thrilled that I’m going to fuck you here, where anyone could walk in on you taking my cock like a good girl.”

Rolling your lip between your teeth, shame burned in your stomach while watching his skin glint with your arousal. “That’s not true… I don’t want anyone to see us…”

At your weak response, Kaeya cackled throatily behind you.

“You’re adorable when in denial,” said he, big hand crawling inside your dress up to your breast, therefore displaying more of your skin and cunt. “Even your nipple’s hard. And you’re drooling here—” He stroked your slit again, teasing to fill your hole with his finger while pinching your nipple.

You wished he’d be done right with it. You wished that he would shove his fingers in, fill you, and make your head dizzy of your climax as soon as possible before anyone in the Winery decides to wake up for a glass of water. But Kaeya had never been one to rush things— especially not the fucking part.

“Master Kaeya—”

“Only Kaeya,” he gruffly whispered, biting your ear while rubbing your clit, his other hand still massaging the soft muscle of your breast and occasionally twiddling his fingers around the tight bud.

The way he played with your body sent forth an amount of clear slick to bubble out of your hole. He echoed a pleased hum, reveling at the quick way your body responded even after all those weeks since the last he fucked you dumb.

Tonight, Elzer’s desk inside the mansion had poked Kaeya’s fancy. He pulled you to the sturdy desk to sit, and sit you did with one last worried glance behind you.

“Kaeya…” you and your heart stuttered with anxiety.

Kaeya’s mouth trailed down your jaw, a hot and breathless chuckle fanning your skin, while he busied his fingers undoing the first buttons of your dress. “C’mon, don’t rush. You rarely visit me in the Headquarters. I get so lonely without you around,” said his mouth. My cock gets so lonely without you around, said his eye when he pulled back to stroke your cheek.

At your exposed chest, light crosses Kaeya’s uncovered eye. “Look at these tits. They’ve gotten bigger since the last time. Diluc likes to fondle them, I suppose?” he teased, pinching both your nipples and tugging lightly.

Your toes curled at his unhurried touches. More so when he took your nipple inside his mouth, languidly licking and taking his time sucking. As if your skin had been laced with something honeyed.

His mouth was warm, and the soft muscle of his tongue circling the bud felt too good. You almost didn’t notice the wet patch on his pants— right to where his cock was restrained— because of the feeling. He was rock-hard for you. Such an enticing sight that made your clit beat sporadically, therefore soiling the desk with your clear arousal.

There was nothing more left to deny that you wanted Kaeya’s cock ramming into you, too. You wanted him to completely obliterate your senses with it, give you something new to feel. A new memory to touch yourself to in the quiet confines of your bedroom once he’s gone.

With the look you gave him, every drop of pent-up desire took over Kaeya’s mind. It happened so fast that you barely had time to react, let alone breathe properly when he bent you over the table and popped his already wet and leaking cock into your trembling cunt.

“K… kaeya!” you gasped, palms sliding over the wooden desk as you struggled to find a niche to brace yourself with.

In a minute of pure silence, Kaeya hunched over your back, feeling his cock throb against the warmth of your walls with a familiarity that made his cocktip ache. “Archons,” he whispered, tipping his head close to your ear, “I’ve missed your pussy I could cry.”

Everything became a blur after that statement. And you didn’t think you’d ever been fucked that hard by him before, to the point where the desk kept being pushed forward because of the ferocity. Certainly, Kaeya had it in him to leave your legs trembling for a couple more minutes after pulling out, but this time was different. He would ruin you and you’d love every second of it.

Because after so many nights of emptying his balls, desperate hands pumping his cock up and down, Kaeya knew he wouldn’t stop even if he saw Adelinde from a distance.

“Don’t squeeze too hard,” Kaeya hissed, milking himself dry and grunting at the sound of creamy squelching. “I don’t want to come yet.”

But he’d come soon, you believed. He’d come by the way he was practically mounting you, propping his one leg up to the nearest chair so he could fuck his cock to your velvet spot until his slit becomes raw and you turn a mess of drool underneath him.

The smacking sounds were loud. Heavy slam after heavy slam, your butt and his pelvis met.

Losing a bit of himself after each thrust, Kaeya perspired like he’d ran a mile, cursing and grunting while watching the angry veins of his cock in and out of your twitchy hole.

What a fucking sight, he thought to himself.

“There’s just something about you and your pussy, huh?” he struggled to say through the tight lock in his chest due to your pussy squeezing his shaft. “Something that could make a madman out of a gentleman, salivating for a piece of it.”

Your slick languidly trickled down the carpeted floor while Kaeya pounded the daylights out of you. His penetration had rendered you with an open mouth, drooling on Elzer’s desk.

“Gonna cum,” Kaeya groaned, movement becoming more erratic. “I’m gonna cum.”

You pushed a hand to your mouth, letting out a helpless squeal when he mounded the soft flesh of your hips and fucked his cock into you to the base. He throbbed inside your walls— too intense that you felt it all over your body.

Kaeya tried to chase his high with jagged breathing and curses, but even he had been left weak by the amount of cum he’d ram inside your womb. A creamy glob slid together with his pulling out, which drove him into a slight panic.

Kaeya cupped your pussy from the back to stop the leakage. “Need to keep it inside, pretty,” he murmured, fingering the thick liquid back into you carefully.

And you, quivering on the table, exerted yourself in picking bits and pieces of your sanity back. His sticky cum was felt all over your pussy lips, making the skin tight with each second that you remained bare. It took Kaeya to gently pull you so you could stand on your own again.

“You never change.” He caressed your cheek softly before buttoning up your dress. “And that’s what I…” whispered he, pushing his face close to yours, “… love about you.”

He’d kiss you, just like he always did before. He’d kiss you and whisper how good you were for him. And again, you’d fall into his trap like a helpless mouse. Because you have yet to learn how to escape Kaeya’s claws.

“What a surprise. I wouldn’t have expected to see you both awake.”

Intense goosebumps bolted up your spine at the voice. You wouldn’t have found the strength to break free from being dumbstruck had panic not coerced you to.

“Master Diluc…” you stammered, smoothing out your dress and stealing a glance at Kaeya, who stood unperturbed by Diluc’s presence.

“Diluc. Adelinde failed to disclose your arrival,” he said, amused.

Diluc’s carmine eyes glinted in the candlelight. He sighed, loosening his gloves as he advanced. “I told her to keep my arrival in strict confidentiality. It is not of import, anyway.”

“Master Diluc… let me help you…” You reached for his coat, offering your help with your eyes cast downwards. There was not any strength left in you to face him. The atmosphere was far too oppressive.

“It’s alright,” Diluc replied. “Will you bring me a glass to my quarters? The journey rendered my throat parched.”

“At once, Master Diluc,” you murmured. You felt two pairs of eyes on your back as you ambled towards the kitchen, leaving them both to share the cumbersome air.

While pouring him a glass did it only strike you: Diluc was back. After so many months of traveling overseas, he was here. Finally. The thought captured your heart with excitement. Excitement that you reined in, lest you risk having Kaeya’s cum trailing down your thighs.

“No…” you began to sob in embarrassment at the feel of his load teasing your hole. He had come too much for your little cunt to handle.

Inhaling, you made haste toward Diluc’s chamber. Kaeya was nowhere in the living room when you knocked on the young master’s door.

“Come in,” echoed his voice from the other side.

Diluc was occupied in sliding out of his coat, giving you a charming view of his back and shoulders flexing at his movement.

You gulped and spoke before you could empty the glass yourself, “Master Diluc, here’s the water you—”

“Kaeya fucked you, didn’t he?” he intervened, flawlessly pulling his hair tie to free his hair from the bind.

Bind that you instead felt around your chest at his question. Now, you knew very well the hostility between Diluc and Kaeya. The young master had been harboring animosity for the latter ever since that night when you witnessed them fight to the death. Or at least, that was what Diluc allowed anyone to believe.

You wished not to create a further rift between the two. And lying was the only right choice.

Shaking your head in denial, you replied, “N… no. Kaeya asked me to bring him something to eat. That’s the sole reason I was with him.”

Diluc proceeded to discard his upper clothes, together with the straps around his chest. He swiveled to face you, saying too much by not saying anything at all.

“Sit down.” He motioned at the edge of his bed with a light tilt of his chin.

After placing the glass on his bedside table, you rubbed your palms together and sat, wincing inwardly at the magnified dampness between your legs.

“Let me see it.” Diluc lilt was low and smoky. When you looked up at him, confused and lost, he took your chin. “Your cunt, let me see it.”

“Master Diluc… I…” You searched for words but found none.

Diluc cambered his head to the side, waiting for the dissent that never came. His eyes darkened when you lifted your skirt. Gasping when the young master parted your legs with his knee, leaned in, and pushed a finger inside. He clicked his tongue but said nothing.

“You’ve been very bad while I was away, have you not?” He unbuckled his pants, freeing his already proud and standing cock. The whiff of all man and desire filled your nose. Scent that he had consumed you with when he guided his shaft to your cheek. “I’m, without a doubt, upset by this display of indecent behavior. What do we do, I wonder?”

“I… I couldn’t say no, Master Diluc. It was Kaeya… and I figured… the young master wouldn’t have minded if—”

Diluc pushed his tip against your lips. “Hm, what do we do with a lying mouth? I think it needs to open up.”

Your eyelids lowered as you widen your mouth, tasting the salty pre-ejaculate smeared across his cocktip.

Diluc sighed, undeniably satisfied as he shoved his length down your throat while your pussy gushed out Kaeya’s fresh and hot cum with each twitch of your hole. He took both of your hands and place them on his hips, locking them with his big ones before thrusting.

Reveling in his virility, you shut your eyes and let him fuck your mouth at a pace he was comfortable. Swirling your tongue, swathing his whole girth with saliva, sighing as Diluc’s scent filled all your senses.

You’d remember the days where you’d kneel, hiding behind his desk while you suck him off, relieving a bit of his stress brought about by work.

He once said that your mouth would’ve been unrivaled if your pussy did not exist. Pussy that he’d think about whenever he was away. Pussy that occupied his imagination while lying on a creaky bed somewhere in a nameless inn. Pussy that he never once forget to convey his deep adoration to in his letters only made for you.

Diluc pulled out when your drool pooled under your chin. “Lay on your stomach in bed,” he whispered. You did as you were told without raising any fuss, heart pulsing in your ears when Diluc crawled behind you. “Higher,” he curtly commanded, spreading the meaty cheeks of your butt to get a better look at your hypnotizing cunt.

Curving your lower body up to give him access, Diluc gritted as he lined himself up to your hole, wiping the slit up and down with his tip a couple of times before shoving his length inside.

You cried in pleasure, insides trembling at the sheer girth rammed inside your already fucked out cunt. There was something different in Diluc’s cock that clouds your mind with nothingness. A tight fit, but a perfect one nonetheless.

He echoed a moan before pushing his fists on both sides of your body, poised to give you a merciless pounding. The bed squeaked together with you when he moved— all trained muscles and vigor, pummeling through your cunt hole hard.

Your brain turned into mush instantly, sight spinning. And you were nothing but a bubble of mess, blabbering how you missed him fucking you like that. Because you did miss this Diluc: the one who fucks hard and without inhibitions.

The Diluc who’d put you in a headlock while deliriously confessing his unfiltered thoughts of you. The one who’d say, “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be pregnant once I’m done with you. That way, Kaeya would fuck off, at last.”

Such raw confession unfit for the gentleman persona he cultivated as a façade. Such words had you brimming with tears because no one would ever experience being fucked like that by Diluc but you. So you’d answer him, laying all your feelings, “Make me pregnant, Diluc, please!”

“Ask for it,” he’d teased.

“Give me your cum,” you’d respond.

Four words that would drive him to insanity. Until all his words had turned to curses or helpless cries— as if he was wounded, as if he was gutted— while fucking his leaking cock and his cum back to your cunt. Again and again and again.

And it wouldn’t be enough, because Diluc had to taste you. He had to lick your cunt up, lapping and sucking on it, tasting himself in the process. Never had it bothered him. How could it? When you tremble and twitch as he sucks on your pussy lips, screaming his name and begging him for more until you are gushing on his tongue, mind breaking from the overstimulation.

The after sex, where you lie in his bed with him striving to clean you up before tucking you in, would be the best part. Diluc found nothing more beautiful than your face when you sleep peacefully beside him. It was a sight he always looks forward to seeing whenever it was time to come home. Because after his father’s death, Dawn Winery only felt like home if you were in it.

—

“You’re still here?” was the question raised by Diluc over breakfast when Kaeya descended from his room to eat.

The latter merely flapped his hand to the air. “I’m staying over for a few days just to unwind. Surely, you don’t mind?” asked he, eyes veering off in your direction while you poured Diluc a glass of grape juice.

Diluc did not look up from the stacks of letters placed beside his plate. “The Windblume Festival is fast approaching. Who overlooks the preparation, then?”

The air was stifling, and it didn’t help that you were still in the remnants of last night’s occurrences to function properly. You couldn’t even look at them both, not even when you poured Kaeya his glass of water.

“The Acting Grand Maester and the Sisters, who else?” he retorted before muttering a silent thank you to you, ascertaining that he had raked your body from head to toe.

“And as Cavalry Captain, your presence is not needed.” Diluc’s tone was taunting, laced with an edge of curiosity.

“Diluc, such bitterness is not to be shown over breakfast. I have finished my work before traveling here. Now, am I allowed to stay?” Kaeya repeated.

His intonation had you exchanging glances with Adelinde. It had been a while since Kaeya returned home. All of you were testing the waters and the day hadn’t fully yet begun.

“Suit yourself,” was Diluc’s reply before taking a sip from his glass.

The conversation ended as well as the brief breakfast.

At luncheon, when it was time to summon Kaeya, you found him reading a book on his desk inside his chamber. Nothing changed in its interior, but his closet had been emptied. You’d still clean and dust the shelves now and then for when he decided to visit. Every night, you’d come looking at your window, waiting for him to knock. After all these years, you believed that everyone had given up on waiting. But not you, never you.

“Kaeya, I missed seeing you around here.” Your cheeks burned at once when you heard yourself blurt out. It was full of longing.

If he was surprised, he didn’t show it. He wore his signature smile, one that would always conceal his true emotions. “Lucky you, I’m here to stay until the Festival, at least.”

“May I… may I know why?” you inquired, full of hopes that one day, he would never have to leave again.

Neglecting the book in his hand, he held his chin. “Hm, let’s see. I guess I’m on a mission.”

“On a mission? What mission that may be?”

“To get you full and pregnant before Diluc could.”

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