From The Bottom Of My Fucking Heart. How Are We Supposed To Live Under These Conditions.

from the bottom of my fucking heart. how are we supposed to live under these conditions.

Ganyu’s pussy is so fat and pudgy and soft and delicious e if she wants to scissor you, she has to spread her lips with two fingers and concentrate so so hard to keep your clits kissing <33 which means that sometimes she fucks so hard and so intense that the headboard creaks and groans, though it’s hardly heard over the delectable sounds of her fat juicy pussy smothering yours <3

I hate Genshin impact bro😭

a/n: ty @medusashima & @kweenkatsuki-fics for enabling me

cw: infidelity, dubcon (reader is drunk), heavy petting, male masturbation, college au!, frat boy kiri

Kirishima Eijirou is a good guy. Everyone knows him for his bright smiles and manly charm. So it's no surprise to you when he offers to take you home when you're drunk. Your friend had long since passed out, and Kirishima being the sweet boyfriend he is made sure she was safe in his room before offering to give you a ride home.

"So," he says, voice soft in the warmth of his car, "did you have fun?" Your head lulls to the side to look at him, eyes glossed over in your drunken state. Kirishima internally curses himself for the hard on he can feel growing as he looks at you. He was a good guy, a good boyfriend always. It didn't hurt to just look, right?

"Sooo much fun," you slur, as glossy lips pout prettily up at him, "wish Sero was there though." This peaks Kirishima's interest. He knows he has no claim over you, that he has his own girlfriend.

But hearing the longing sigh that falls from your mouth at the mention of his frat brother has a pit forming in his belly. "What's so great about him?" he asks, with a laugh. He's thankful you're so drunk that you don't pick up how cold it sounded.

Another longing sigh falls from your lips along with mumbles on how he has "Great dick," before you're leaning on his shoulder across the center console and falling asleep.

—

Kirishima's gentle with you when he brings you home, big arms cradling you to his chest as he carries you through the halls and into your room.

And, if anyone were to ever ask, it really was all your fault. He was going to be good. He promised himself that he'd drop you off, leave you be. Take his frustrations out with his girlfriend- like he should. But you're pulling him, your hand wrapped around two of his fingers as you beg him to help you change into comfy clothes. Surely after how nice he's been, he deserves some kind of reward, doesn't he?

Kirishima's hands linger, spurred on by your slurred moans, protests falling flat when his hand cups your mound. "Kiri," you slur, "shouldn't be-shouldn't be doin this." His free hand pulls his leaking cock out, his tip flushed red. "But look, baby. Look how hard I am f’you. It hurts so bad," he says with faux sadness, "and l've been helping you out, can't you just help me too?" It's easy to fall into his words, his soft eyes, because Kirishima Eijirou is a good guy. Your eyes turn into hearts as you stare up at him, watch the way his hand fists his cock while the other runs over your chest. Pinching and pulling at your taut nipples, the way his cock twitches when you let a moan slip from the stimulation.

And when hot ropes of cum fall onto your face, and your name trickles out of his mouth, it's only right that you clean up the mess. He's helped you out after all and besides - Kirishima is such a nice guy, doesn't he deserve more of a reward?

neuvillette eats pussy to distress

cw. oral (fem! receiving), you're a lil bratty, fem! reader

what comes out of your mouth are nothing more than short-planted whimpers, little, hesitant cries, and then a filthy moan of neuvillette's name, but you tell yourself that you do not want to give him that certain satisfaction he had longed for all night— and you sneakily trace along his scalp with your trembling fingers, he hisses when you tug on his roots, then whines into your pussy when you do it again, eyes growing wide at your fine-drawn pursue.

"there certainly is no need to hold yourself back for me." he suddenly claims and it has you avert your eyes, the way he had phrased it was almost a little too detached and apathetic to your own liking— almost as if he didn't take this whole thing serious and believed that he gave in, just for a second, in one of the lewd, obscene pleasures of human kind, before adding, "because you do, in fact, hide your voice."

"am i correct?"

"i don't!" sweet sweet liar, because you do, you've been blocking them out this entire time, "maybe you're not as good— fuck, as you think you are!"

the man laughs, a little aloof, and evidently, neuvillette was aware on what he was capable of doing to you and his fingers are cool and persistent in fucking in and out of your little hole, and despite it being only a digit, not even fully in, your toes curl and your legs clasp around his head when he adds his tongue, it has your sticky slick pooling between the folds of your cunt and merging with his spit, fuck, acting as if he didn't bring you unrecognizable pleasure was harder than you originally thought.

especially since he appeared to be exceptionally fatigued and certainly used your body as a way to distress from day to day work— for him, this type of work life balance was the most sufficient one.

neuvillette slides his warm tongue up and down your pussy in long swipes when you shiver at the mere sight of him doing so, feeling like everyone in the giant building can hear what's happening to you right this second, more so know who is pulling those lewd noises out of your sore throat.

your glowing eyes, in a sudden haste, spring open when you feel how he languidly spits on your cunt, once, twice— so you're wetter for him, he claims you taste better that way, lubricating you so he can drag his tongue into you faster, just like you so desperately wanted him to, yet in secret, you'd never tell him that— while, the chief justice most definitely preferred it if you're adequately messed up whenever he comes to see you, your exposed core luminous, hole clenching around his digits and you swear you can feel him smirk faintly, although he wasn't a man of great emotions, while proceeding in this particular task, he couldn't possibly suppress this feral, animalistic desire housing deep inside his chest, rumbling and aching for a possibility to escape.

the twist in your stomach builds up quickly, quicker than you initially had anticipated, "how— how, fuck!" you manage to say, "how are you so fucking good at this?" and your fingers find themselves wounding in his hair, holding onto him for your dear life when a tremor of cold shivers crossed over your figure when he groans into your pussy by the nature of your rough tugs on his scalp, his breath hot and wet when it ghosts over your soaked folds. 

"there they are." he moans into your cunt, not giving a single flying fuck if his face was slicked up in your juices, as said, he adored making a mess, "those noises i've been looking forward to."

at last, when he adds another finger into your hole and curls them up, the tightened thread in your stomach snaps in half and you shake violently while pinned down with one of his arms strongly locked over your stomach, with a cry of his name, that you originally preferred to stay hidden in your throat, your loud moans tumble and bounce from your lips to his ears as you cum all against his mouth so he could finally taste you.

but the long-rooted waves of your pleasure have not dissipated as he continues to flick his tongue over your clit, your slick by now basically coating the entire lower half of his face, his eyes fixated on nothing but your addictive, more so intoxicating expressions— you knew neuvillette wouldn't stop, there's no such thing as leaving a case half finished, he had a habit of prolonging your orgasm until you're overstimulated to the hilt, always, whenever he had you under him, it's his way of fucking you, until you're nothing but satisfied, such as he was whenever a trial ends with no complications.

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