Scorpios Sleep With The Devil | M.chifuyu !!

scorpios sleep with the devil | m.chifuyu ʚ !! ɞ

❧ ;  SYNOPSIS. he’s loyal and you play games, he loves you and you’re too afraid. you’re polar opposites and yet neither of you can stay away.

❧ ; cpu characters. chifuyu matsuno x fem!reader.

❧ ; word count. 4.4k.

❧ ; genre + rating. fwb!au, angst, smut, 18+, minors do not interact !!

❧ ; game warnings. - proceed with caution !! characters are in their twenties, heavy smut, angst, toxic relationships, mentions of weed, mentions of blood, high sex, unprotected sex, oral sex ( fem!receiving ) fingering, choking, marking, spanking.

❧ ; streamer commentary. waa this is super late but this is my contribution to @keizos / @ineuii ‘s scorpio season collab. i hope i managed to do it justice and i had a lot of fun writing fuyu !! <3 m.list.  + tip jar.

there’s a song on the radio that you seem to know, ruby lined lips wrapped around a rolled joint hum along to the slow roll of R&B that purrs through the speakers of chifuyu’s bmw— he doesn’t know it, the song, nor does he care to, hyper fixated on the heat of your presence by his side and the softness of your voice as you exhale lyrics intertwined with smoke into his car.

the bass vibrates against his spine through expensive leather seats and he can’t tell if it’s the cause of his heart rattling around in the cavity of his chest or if it’s you you and the slow drags you take whatever it is you smoke and the o-shape of your lips as a puffy cloud fills the air. chifuyu doesn’t know the song, but it’s what you like and it’s always about what you like.

never him. never him and what he likes.

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promises, promises and more promises

Rindou Haitani x Reader

Rindou doesn't understand why you stay with him

Rindou stands frozen in the doorway of your shared-penthouse with his eyes blown wide in shock as you grip his shoulders for support and tiptoe to kiss him; once on his cheek, then his nose before finally, flat on his lips. You walk back to where you came from, leaving him standing there with a face so embarrassingly flushed red that no one would believe the two of you have been married for two years-- going on three years this spring. He touches his cheek, as if still in shock that you kissed him, that you're his; the rings that you both wear and your wedding photos that you refuse to take off the wall, proof enough.

He blinks and hisses, shakes his leg when his mind registers the sudden stinging pain by his ankle. You come running towards him, again, with your arms outstretched in some sort of a greeting, to which Rindou opens his arms too in welcoming. However, much to his dismay, you drop to your knees once you near him and for a moment something pregnant with lust and amusement flickers of his face and he thinks, oh? that type of greeting. You seem to be full of surprises today because there is no greeting, he realizes once he looks down and sees you scooping up a small, white kitten.

Ah, he hears himself say, that makes much more sense. Four, maybe five, seconds pass, consisting only of you staring up at him cluelessly and the soft purring of the kitten that he assumes is in protest of the affection that he is yet to give it. Rindou makes no move to pet the cat because one, you don't own a cat, at least, not since he last saw you this morning when you kissed him good luck (and good bye) before he left for work. And two, he has already had a bad start with cats, he has never been very fond of them since that one time when he was merely eight and a stray cat ate his goldfish. Still, he extends his hand towards the white ball of fur because if it's for you, he'll do anything just once.

The laugh you let out when the cat (that you're yet to name because you honestly, weren't sure if Rin would let you keep it) bears it's teeth at your now seemingly coward husband, is ridiculously loud and filled with too much joy (or so Rindou thinks), causing him to quickly pull his hand away and shoot you a glare that is both stern but filled with love. Because this is you we're talking about, his very very pretty wife that he would flip the world over for. "It's ok Rin, you don't need to play with him," you say lightheartedly. He hasn't told you to get rid of it so no, there is no need for you to pick a fight with him, even though, deep down, you know that if he said he didn't want it you'd probably, most definitely, take it back to the pet shop.

You kiss his cheek before walking off into the kitchen where he can see you've already set the table and plated the food, which once he gets closer, he realizes is now cold. So perhaps, he's kept you waiting. It makes his heart sink. He doesn't realize you've dropped the cat until he sees it circling his leg, he suddenly becomes stiff and rigid, the fear that the small, little animal will somehow hurt him resurfaces in his mind. "Did you wait long?" he mumbles, a small frown playing onto his lips while you tug him towards the table. You shake your head and his frown deepens. You'd never say yes because you've just always been like that: too nice and too sweet to him, the type of wife to hold back your tears on nights when he comes home bruised and bloodied.

He remembers that night, not too long ago, when he came home soaked with bright red, painting your newly bought rug red with his own blood (not the blood of people he's killed, like usual). The image of you leaning over the tub to stitch the shallow gash in his chest while you struggled to not run to the toilet and vomit, as well as burst into tears, haunts him. Yet, he comes home every day to you running to kiss him at the door and he's surprised each time that the penthouse isn't empty-- that you haven't left.

"Rin? Are you listening?" you beckon, waving your had in front his face. He blinks, slowly, before nodding and picking up his chopsticks to eat. Now, he actually does listen to you as you tell him about the blue bird that flew into the house this morning, not too long after he left, and about the jellyfish you saw on tv that reminded you of his hair-- at this, he laughs because you, only you, are allowed to make fun of his hair. You wave your hand across his face again and he realizes he's been mindlessly staring at you but now, when he tries to refocus on what he was looking at, he can't remember.

Sorry, I'm sorry, he whispers against your skin before kissing the diamond on your wedding ring. You remember scolding him for how much it cost when he proposed to you, he only laughed and slid it onto your finger, mumbling something about but it's what you deserve. You have no idea what he's apologizing for (you think, he doesn't know either) but you smile at him like a silly little girl because your big bad, gangster of a husband is kissing your knuckles, one by one.

#SORRY TO INTERRUPT

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ hey siri, how do you apologize to your ex boyfriend for fucking his roommate?

— pairing ⋮ alhaitham x reader (ft. past! kaveh x reader)

— length ⋮ 2.1k words

— contents ⋮ one night stand! alhaitham, ex boyfriend! kaveh, cunnilingus, fingering, handjobs, unprotected sex, slight size kink, creampie, kaveh walking in on y’all rip

— notes ⋮ i need to suck alhaitham’s tits bro. ty catnip for beta reading i luv u

you don’t expect it, in all honesty—it happens in a blur before you even have a moment to question it.

one moment you’re exchanging snide banter with a certain scribe, and the next moment you’re in his bed. you don’t ever expect him to be so willing. in your defense, alhaitham isn’t exactly what most people would deem a casual fuck kind of guy—or so you thought.

truth be told, it’s better this way, you think.

this way, you know this is a hookup that isn’t in it for the romance—at least, you assume so, anyway. alhaitham also doesn’t really seem the kind of guy who’s looking for a relationship. so really, it’s perfect this way. getting into bed with a muscular, well-built, smart, attractive man such as him to keep your mind off your ex is a great plan if you ask yourself.

alhaitham is already far better than most of your recent hookups—you’re pleasantly surprised. he sprawls you onto his mattress, lips curving along your own gently yet firmly, knee slotting between your legs as it rubs over your dripping cunt through the fabric. you mewl against his mouth as the friction finds your clit, making your hands clutch tightly onto any part of him you can grasp—which happens to be the bulging muscles of his bicep.

“so pretty,” he mumbles, pulling away and staring down at your swollen lips and hazed eyes—and he means it. you are pretty, sweet and pliant under him as he cages you with his weight.

it’s been a while since someone’s touched you like this, like you’re fragile and precious under the fingertips that trace your dips and curves. it’s been a while since someone’s paid attention to your body like this—which makes you all the more desperate as alhaitham’s fingers hook onto the waistband of your pants, pulling them down your hips swiftly along with your underwear.

he grins as he realizes that you’re drenched—your slick glistening along your folds and making him groan at the sight. you don’t even have a moment to register what’s happening, let alone protest when his face instantly inches down to bury itself between your legs.

“oh—h-haitham,” you gasp as his tongue circles your clit, licking a stripe along your folds before finding the sensitive nub once more, making your voice break with a desperate moan.

if you weren’t so lost in the pleasure of his mouth slowly making out with your pussy, on the way his tongue traces along your entrance so perfectly before it fucks into you, you might have just fallen for him after the delicate kiss to your clit before he’s diving his tongue past your folds.

it’s been so long since someone has been this diligent with you, so long since someone has taken the time to make sure your pleasure comes first before even thinking about moving on to the main part. when was the last time? you can’t even remember.

it’s must’ve been….oh, right. the last time must’ve been during kaveh. the time before the breakup that leaves you numb and aching. the same breakup that lands you here in alhaitham’s bed in the first place, searching for something—anything—to keep your mind off of your loss.

but then, just before the pang in your heart can present itself as you think about the previous man who held your heart, just before your mind can wander to the man you’ve left behind, two thick fingers slide past your folds, curling into your sweet spot perfectly.

“f-fuck—feels good,” you sob, “so good, please, please,” you chant, grinding your cunt against his face as his lips wrap around your clit.

alhaitham is just a little cocky at the way your voice cracks—chuckling lowly as he presses yet another kiss to your clit before pulling away.

“please what?” he smirks, “c’mon, you can’t just leave a sentence unfinished now,” he urges. but he knows exactly what he’s doing—sinking his fingertips deeper into you, brushing against the velvety spot of your walls, and grinning as you whine at the feeling instead of answering his question.

“p-please—don’t stop,” you beg, moans spilling freely from your mouth, “gonna cum,” you cry.

“good,” he nods, “why don’t you be good and cum then? i’d love to see it.”

it’s instantaneous—the way you shatter for him as his fingers fuck into your past and cruel, filling the room with the messy sound of his digits bullying into your wet cunt. his lips suck around your clit, tongue rubbing back and forth against it and making you sob as your back arches and your toes curl from the intensity of your orgasm.

it feels good—so good. alhaitham knows his way around your body, licking and sucking along every patch of skin he can find. the insides of your thighs are painted vividly with proof of his lips, and so is the valley of your breast and the column of your neck. for living in a place that frowns upon the arts the way that it does, alhaitham is an artist of his own kind. he marks every stroke of his brush against your skin deliberately, like the slow scratches of pen on paper as a story unfolds.

you can feel the strain of his cock in his pants, thick and practically throbbing through the fabric as he hovers over you and grinds his erection against your thigh.

“fuck,” he curses, arms wobbling just a little as he tries to hold himself over you. even the slightest friction against his aching length is enough to break his composure like that—and you can’t help but find it endearing. “see this?” he hums lowly, breath fanning over your lips, “see what you do to me?”

“please, alhaitham,” you whine impatiently, hand finding its way between your bodies to slip under his waistband, wrapping tightly around his thick girth and squeezing. he chokes, lets out a surprised grunt as your thumb grazes his slit and smears the pre cum leaking around his sensitive tip. “give it to me,” you say, “all of it.”

something in him snaps—something that breaks off every part of his rationality before he’s growling and sliding his pants down his legs, stiff cock meeting the cool air of the room while he hisses.

your hand finds him immediately, slowly stroking his length and squeezing around the base. he’s flushed a pretty red at the tip, leaking with pre cum and swollen as he aches painfully to sink into you, to stretch you wide and split you open on his cock.

“impatient are we?” he croaks, trying not to let his voice break as he moans softly when your thumb glides through his slit again, face falling to the crook of your neck, “mm, k-keep going,” he encourages against your skin, sucking and licking along your neck as you drag your fist up and down his length.

the filthy, squelching sound of his cock fucking into your first is all but deafening, overtaking your senses as you focus on the way he’s hot and heavy in your hands, thick and curved just right that you know he’ll fill you up perfectly and then some.

and just as you’re about to plead, to beg desperately to just let you feel him already, he grabs your wrist and pins it over your head, grabbing his cock and gritting his teeth as the uncomfortable ache of his orgasm dying down settles in. the blunt head of his length nudges against your entrance, making you gasp before he slowly inches into you.

he’s big—he takes a good amount of time slowly sinking into you as you try to accommodate his size.

“‘s big,” you sniffle, “too big. won’t fit—can’t fit it all,” you try to tell him, but he scoffs, hand grabbing your cheeks and squeezing them together as he tilts your head to meet his gaze.

“oh yeah? think you know better than me?” he raises a brow, making your teary eyes widen as he sinks a little deeper into you. the stretch stings—but you can’t deny that the drag of every vein along your tight walls makes your head spin and spine jolt with pleasure. “we’ll make it fit,” he growls, “and it’ll fit just fine too. that much, i can assure.”

but even as stern as his words are, his lips are gentle as they kiss away the tears, mapping your skin sweetly as the last bit of his slides into you and he bottoms out. he groans, panting erratically against your forehead as your tight walls hug around his cock. he needs to cum—needs to fill you up and fuck you until you’re dripping the remains of his cum that leaks from your folds.

his hips roll with a steady rhythm, yet another mystery as to how someone so smart and serious is so skilled with the arts. alhaitham fucks you like he hits every note of a tune you don’t think you’ll ever forget, stuck in your mind to replay over and over as you feel him slam against every sensitive spot deep within you. his hips slam against yours and the sound of skin slapping rings in your ears like background music. but the sound of his voice—melodic against your ear and sweet as it sings moans and praises makes your walls flutter around him.

“so tight,” he grunts, “s-so tight,” he pants against your ear, voice breathy and soft, “don’t know how long i’ll last like this.”

his thumb moves between your bodies to circle your clit, making your head fall back against the plush of the pillows under you, eyes fluttering shut and mouth hanging open as wanton moans spill from your lips.

sometimes, when you miss kaveh a little extra, when the nights are lonely and the bed is even lonelier, you find yourself seeking out the warmth of another body. usually, your mind always craves the touch of your ex boyfriend, aching to feel the familiarity of soft blonde strands of hair between your fingers and the heat of his pale skin against yours. you find the remnants of your love in the strangers your bed, holding onto the few seconds that you can trick yourself into thinking the body pressed against yours is the one you wish for so desperately.

but somehow…something with alhaitham doesn’t feel like every other time. this time, you don’t let your mind unconsciously slip into imagining kaveh. this time, you’re distinctly aware that it’s alhaitham hovering over you, that it’s alhaitham bullying his thick cock into your abused cunt, that it’s alhaitham moaning into your ear, that it’s alhaitham lighting up your body as you reach the precipice of your high.

and all too suddenly, his mouth presses against yours, tasting you like there’s decadence on your tongue and sweetness that trickles from your lips. his hips are sloppy as they angle into you, the mess of slick and pre cum coating your inner thighs and forming a ring around the base of his cock. his voice lilts to a soft whine as you squeeze around him, the thick head of his cock kissing the parts deep within you that make your hips jolt and your mind haze with pleasure.

“c-close,” you whimper sweetly, “so close, ‘m gonna…gonna cum—”

“i know,” he rasps, “i know, me too. cum with me.” if you didn’t know any better, you’d say the last part comes out as a plea, a slightly needy tone that makes your walls quiver around him.

with a few more harsh strokes of his thumb over your clit, you cum with a wail, and he follows you not long after, the deep rasp of your name falling off his tongue like a prayer as his hips still and his cum fills your cunt with thick ropes. he fucks his load into you sloppily, lost from any rhythm as he desperately rolls his hips and drills his cock into you while riding through the shocks of his orgasm.

your fingers thread through his hair, sweaty and soft under your touch—and the deep groan you pull from him as you tug almost makes you cum again from the sound alone. with a few more thrusts of his hips, he collapses beside you, panting as his chest rises and falls while he catches his breath.

after a while, he glances at you from the corner of his eyes, “uh…are you…are you okay? was i…did i hurt—”

“i’m fine,” you snort, grinning at him. it’s almost…cute—the way his cheeks flush and his lips are almost a pout as he scoffs.

“you don’t have to laugh,” he grumbles, “there’s nothing funny about asking a regular question.”

“i’m not laughing at you,” you tease, “i’m laughing with you.”

“well, that makes no sense. i’m not laughing at all,” he rolls his eyes.

“well, you—”

you’re cut off by the door being pushed open, the creak making both of your heads turn to the source of your interruption. instantly, alhaitham’s face sours—but you pause, eyes wide and mouth dry as you take in just whose at the door and just whose voice you’re hearing.

“are you ignoring me on purpose? i’ve been calling out for the past—” kaveh’s eyes are wide, mouth parted as he stops mid-sentence and his eyes linger on your face before registering your lack of clothing. the hand on the doorknob tightens its grip and his face turns red while his eyes narrow.

“k-kaveh?” you whisper.

“you know each other?” you can faintly hear alhaitham’s confused voice beside you, but you’re too busy watching as hurt and then anger sink into kaveh’s features.

“well, i’ll just leave my roommate and my past lover to their devices then,” he spits coldly, “sorry to interrupt.”

and before you can ask him to wait, before alhaitham’s hand can reach for you as you hurriedly climb out of bed to chase after the blonde, the door slams hard enough that you can almost feel the walls shake.

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prisonguard!jjkmen X prisoner!reader ★ slight suggestiveness + gn!reader

prisonguard!satoru who shamelessly makes out with you, unbothered by the agape mouths of the prisoners in the surrounding cells. he shoots them a menacing glare, silently threatening them to keep their tongues locked in their mouths if they know what's best for them. he then gently pulls your curious (and slightly aroused) face closer to his, until your cheeks pressed against the cold metal of the iron bars. despite the barrier, he was able to capture your sweet lips fervently, slightly nibbling on the soft, addictive flesh.

prisonguard!nanami who openly delivers the warmest meals and the comfiest clothes directly to your cell, ignoring the envious gazes of covetous prisoners who were painfully aware of the privileges you had, that they lacked. the other guards held him in high regard due to his intimidating reputation, so when they caught him hauling a thick mattress, coupled with a fluffy pillow and blanket, slung effortlessly over his broad shoulder just for you, they immediately casted you in a new light— surely you were wronged, right?

prisonguard!sukuna who plays a dangerous game, sneaking into your cell late at night in a vulgarly obtrusive manner, as if he held no interest in the possibility of rousing all the vile convicts from their deep slumber. he settles himself homely on the edge of the wooden plank you called your ‘bed’, and while you couldn’t see his face properly due to the dimmed lighting, you can practically feel the smirk forming on his lips as he pulls you onto his lap, whispering temptations laced with a certain bittersweetness, promising that he’ll get you out of here one day—but not yet. he still wants to use you.

prisonguard!toji who couldn't care less about concealing his painfully obvious favoritism towards you. while he cruelly forces the inmates to do all the labour, having them sweep the dirty floors of the institution, scrub the filthy metal toilets of each cell, and handle the reeking laundry, you were innocently seated on his spread lap, in his office. you giggle softly as he plants kisses with blatant intentions on your hair, trailing down to your nape, all while you flip through the brand-new magazine he had bought exclusively for you.

prisonguard!choso whose careful footsteps echo down the walkway early in the morning, drawing closer to your cell as he does every single day. he enters quietly, a smile spreading across his face when he sees you waiting for him on the edge of your dented bed, wide awake, with the scalpel he had gifted you resting lightly in your grip. you quickly stand and move to the cement wall where dates, names, and vulgarity were carved. sighing happily, you feel him standing behind you, his chest pressing against your back. he gently guides your hand with the scalpel to the wall, slowly chipping away at the concrete to write a number. three. you glance back at him with a smirk, which he responds with a ticklish pinch on the plush of your waist. three more days till he gets you the fuck out of here.

prisonguard!suguru who flashes you one of his notorious smiles, your eyes immediately drawn to the prison guard’s uniform hanging from his arm, then to the scarlet-tinted baton he held carelessly in his other hand. your lips curl upwards into a grin of delight, laughing as you fathom the fact that he actually followed through on his promise. you quickly loop your arms around his neck, kissing him softly, before taking the slightly oversized uniform and dressing up while no one, prisoner or guard, was watching. after you were finished, he walked confidently down the hallway with you by his side. no guard bothered to question the unfamiliar face beside him. he didn’t even have to use the excuse of patrol duty. ultimately, he was able to successfully orchestrate your escape. but not to worry, he has you safely and comfortably hidden in his apartment after a search for you was later launched that day.

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SUMMARY. congratulations, you have reached friendship level four with a certain man. what to know what he says about you to the traveller?

CHARACTERS. alhaitham, kamisato ayato, tartaglia (childe), diluc ragnvider, kaeya alberich

PRONOUNS. she/her

TW. mentions of breakdown (in alhaitham's part)

AUTHOR NOTE. been a while huh? but i can't help but feel like my writing magic has completely gone but maybe i need a change of topic to bring it back, but i will give you this free coffee before i will probably announce something about the blog soon...

༉‧₊˚. ALHAITHAM

ABOUT LOVER - BEFORE FALLING IN LOVE

Now, what would you like to know about the manager of Puspa Café? Y/N was once a talented student and researcher at the Akademiya before she walked off. She was notorious for burning all her research before the Grand Sage had the chance to obtain them but even after that, all the students within the Akademiya have nothing but praises about her, always coming into the cafe for a chance to have a tutor session with the famous ex-researcher…some might even say her wisdom rivals against most beings but she would tell you to not disrespect.

ABOUT LOVER - FELL IN LOVE

Don’t you think you are asking too much about her? Yes, Y/N is someone I hold dear but other than that, I rather not say anything more than that…it’s a private matter between me and her.

[Tighnari - About Alhaitham’s Lover

He’s like a hawk around her like we get it, Y/N is your lover. However, I understand why he is protective of her, after her infamous breakdown back at the Akademiya, she has never been the same. Never smiled or laugh cheerfully like she did back when she was a student, but ever since her relations with Alhaitham, she seems to slowly get back to her old self…don’t tell anyone I told you this but every time he sees her, he suddenly shines like a Nilotpala Lotus.]

༉‧₊˚. KAMISATO AYATO

ABOUT LOVER - BEFORE FALLING IN LOVE

Lady Y/N is no stanger to the Kamisato Clan, matter of fact, she also friends with Ayaka but due to her being one of the adopted daughters of the Kujou Clan, she is extremely busy…yet, she doesn’t seem close to her parental figures at all. As much as Kujou Sara has gratitude to old man Kujou, Y/N seems to despise him more than ever…maybe me and her have more in common than I originally thought.

ABOUT LOVER - FELL IN LOVE

Me and Lady Y/N have been engaged for a while, hehe. It was kept a secret between the both of us before Y/N found the right time to break away from the Kujou Clan without any issues. The old man couldn’t believe what he was hearing once I came in and took her back to the Kamisato estate, what a sight it was. I am more than delighted to have her by my side for a lifetime.

[Kamisato Ayaka - About Kamisato Ayato’s Lover

I’ve known my brother had an eye for Y/N for quite some time, it’s actually quite funny to see him subtly stumble on his words when he doesn’t know it. When I heard of their engagement, I was so delighted to hear that she was going to be my sister, now I have another person to make sure my brother takes care of himself.]

༉‧₊˚. TARTAGLIA

ABOUT LOVER - BEFORE FALLING IN LOVE

What would you like to know about Y/N, comrade? I could give you pages upon pages about her and it still wouldn’t be enough. Y/N is a childhood friend of mine that I hold dear, she’s very close with my siblings as they see her as an older sister. Ah…I still remember the days when she would smack my head whenever I did something she said was ‘stupid’...kind of miss that feeling.

ABOUT LOVER - FELL IN LOVE

It was actually Sonia who made me realise that I was in love with Y/N. Actually, I think I already knew deep down but was worried due to my involvement with the Fatui, but she’s a kind-heared soul that accepts me in every way! Why is my forehead red? Oh, comrade, make sure not to get on her bad side…she’s quite strong.

[Zhongli - About Tartaglia’s Lover

Sometimes I wonder how that rascal was able to capture the heart of miss Y/N, but I admire his enthusiasm when she comes up in conversation. Knowing him, he would show off Y/N in any chance he got and I’m surprised he didn’t drag her to Liyue to do so.]

༉‧₊˚. DILUC RAGNVIDER

ABOUT LOVER - BEFORE FALLING IN LOVE

Y/N? She sometimes volunteers at the tavern when she has the free time but she mostly works with Lisa as a librarian. She’s quite reliable if she ever wants to join the Knights of Favonius but she said she rather not get into much physical work…but I feel like she knows too much about things - actually, let me apologise, I shouldn’t have said that about her.

ABOUT LOVER - FELL IN LOVE

Y/N? She’s doing perfectly fine…What’s new? Me and her have gotten closer over the past time and decided to commit into a romantic relationship, it’s nervewracking but at the same time, it’s nice not having to walk alone after a long time…It’s quite peaceful.

[Kaeya Alberich - About Dilic Ragnvider’s Lover

Sometimes I wonder how Y/N has fun with Diluc. Like, what are the dates like? How do the conversations flow between them? How does she even giggle within his presence when he is as dead as a frying pan? But…It’s nice to see how much Diluc is opening up again.]

༉‧₊˚. KAEYA ALBERICH

ABOUT LOVER - BEFORE FALLING IN LOVE

Oh? Don’t tell me you have eyes for Y/N too. Hahaha, well sorry, she caught my eye first…maybe next time after my…..fiftieth rejection?!

ABOUT LOVER - FELL IN LOVE

Hahaha, of course I won at the end. I managed to steal her heart and now she has become my lover. Being with her is like taking a sip of the most expensive sparkling wine. Divine.

[Diluc Ragnvider - About Kaeya Alberich’s Lover

From what I heard he had been bothering her for some time and often comes to rant to me about them. But after she accepted that one date, her opinion has somewhat changed. You see, she still gets annoyed but it’s more of a worried annoyed. I just hope he doesn’t stress her out too much.]

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Thinking about suna in college who is such a loser. He always gets picked on by the jocks, the popular girls being rude to him calling him a weirdo :((

He was a little nervous once he found out that he would be having you as a partner for a project, he didn’t understand why you were being so nice to him too. He expected you to be like the other girls who call him mean names and give him a disgust look.

But later he did find out that the only reason you were being nice to him is because you wanted him to do all the work. You wanted him to do the project by himself so you could go out shopping or do whatever you do.

And in exchange, you would take his virginity.

When you had told suna that he was absolutely stunned. He had no clue what to respond with at all. But you responded for him. Bringing him into a messy kiss.

Suna hesitantly kissed you back, shakily putting his hands on your waist as the kiss gets more heated. Suna kisses you desperately and grips onto your waist harder as he slightly humps into your clothed pussy.

You pulled away from the kiss with a hum, "Soo l take that as a yes?" Suna had nodded his head, unable to find the words to respond with at the moment.

He watched as you got off his lap and sunk to the floor under his table, slowly pulling off his shorts and his underwear.

His breath hitched when you cupped his hard cock, you also gasped slightly at how big he was, none of the guys you ever messed with was this big, and it had you turned on, thighs squishing together to prevent the aching between your legs

You spit in your hand to use it as some type of lube and started stroking his cock, pumping him just the right pace which had suna humping into your hand.

"Mmm you look so cute rinnie. And you're soo big around my hand." You whined out, laying your head on his thigh looking up at him, your hand still pumping him.

"F-fuck.. y/n i'm cummin' keep doing that.. yea, s-shit!" Rin grunted out, bucking his hips into your hand, his cum spilling out and falling all over your hand.

You pumped him slowly a few more times and removed your hands from his cock, his sticky cum all over your fingers.

Suna had made eye contact with you as you sucked on your fingers, licking his cum clean. Suna had mentally screamed in his head, he watched as you got up from between his legs and bring him into a kiss.

He deepened it, grabbing the back of your head, and he could faintly taste himself on your tongue. You pulled away with a smirk on your face, making eye contact with rin as you slip of your skirt along with your panties.

He helped you straddle his lap yet again and hissed as you gliding his tip along your soaking entrance, he gasped at the feeling of your warm wall sinking onto him, gripping your hips tightly that would definitely leave a mark.

As you adjust to his size, you started to bounce up and down on him, moaning and crying as fat cock starts to hit that spot inside of you continuously.

And suna? god was he a goner. He couldn’t stop bucking up into you, already sensitive from his previous orgasm. So he just whined and fucked into you, pushing his cock deep into your gushing pussy that had you seeing fucking stars.