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anisette-blackwirth · 11 months

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Deserved

pairing: Kazuha x Wanderer

summary: Kazuha would really like it if his lover could admit he deserves good things, and sets out to convince him.

content warning: PWP, t!scara, fem terms used for junk, praise kink, begging, crying, good ol' emotions

notes: Wanderer is called Kuni for part of this fic. Completely unbeta'd. I wrote this at 12 AM with my dick, ok, just shush and enjoy.

=========================================== “Cl- so close,” gasps the Wanderer, which is the nearest his pride will let him get to begging. If Kazuha stops now, he swears he’ll - Kazuha stops.

The Wanderer gasps at the loss and picks his head up to glare down at the other man. “K-Kazuha, what the hell?”

Kazuha has no business looking as attractive as he does right now, sandwiched between the Wanderer’s thighs with slick glistening down his jaw and high on his cheeks. If the Wanderer weren’t already flushed from the orgasm he had been rudely denied, he’d blush at the indecent sight.

Kazuha sticks his tongue out cheekily and laps twice at his clit - which makes his legs twitch uncontrollably - before he goes back to smiling serenely up at the Wanderer. “Do you deserve to cum, Kuni?”

The Wanderer gapes down at the other man, who seems content to nuzzle into his thigh as he waits for an answer, pressing light kisses up and down the soft skin. An answer that presents itself immediately like a splash of cold water, evaporating the lingering buzz of his pending orgasm.

No, of course he doesn’t. Especially not from Kazuha.

He hadn’t expected tonight to take that turn, and the shock of being shocked is paralyzing him in place. He isn’t sure how to get his feet under him. Normally he’d expect things to go poorly. Why hadn’t he expected that this time? What had made him let his guard down? What-

Kazuha nips gently at his thigh - just the lightest impression of teeth - and leans in to breathe hot air over his pussy, which throbs traitorously. “Mm, what has you so quiet, my dear?” he asks. The Wanderer comes back to himself with a gulp, unsure how long he’s been silent.

“I thought tonight was supposed to be about me…” the Wanderer says, trailing off into a mutter as he hears the words coming out of his own mouth with a wince. Stupid. Idiot, vulnerable idiot, why would you admit that, why would anything ever be about you-

“And it is,” Kazuha’s voice cuts in gently as he rises up to his knees and scoots upward so he’s hovering over the Wanderer, bracing one hand next to his shoulder. The Wanderer scoffs and looks aside, closing his legs as soon as Kazuha’s out from in between them. He can’t bear to meet Kazuha’s gentle eyes or see Niwa’s red streak in his hair when the words coming out are so cruel. “I just want to know,” Kazuha says in a soft voice.

The Wanderer huffs out an unnecessary breath. “Obviously not. Was this your plan the whole time?” He grits his teeth and finds he’s starting to feel shivers across his shoulders and chest - from the cold air, certainly, not from the uncertainty, he’s not that weak- “Get me to the edge and then remind me of my place?” He finishes, glaring daggers at the bedside table to his right.

“No, of course not,” says Kazuha, bringing his left hand up to the Wanderer’s chin to coax him into looking his way. The Wanderer still refuses to meet his eyes, staring instead at his jaw. “Why do you think you don’t deserve this pleasure?”

The Wanderer groans and drops his head down to the bed, crossing both arms over his face to hide his eyes. “You know damn well why. Do you want me to recount it all for you now so you can get off to it?”

“I would like to hear a short summary,” Kazuha says.

If it were anyone else, the Wanderer would simply blast the asshole off him and walk out the door - or fly out the window, whichever was closer. But this is Kazuha. The Kaedehara. The one person he owes honesty to the most, after the Dendro Archon and the Traveler. In the grand scheme of all he’d done to dismantle the man’s family, the last surviving member of Niwa’s clan demanding his humiliation isn’t too much to ask for in retribution.

He just wishes the man had asked him to debase himself normally, instead of raising his hopes and getting him wet enough to feel the cold air down there even with his legs snapped shut.

The Wanderer heaves a shaky breath and starts. “Where would you like me to start? When I tore apart the Raiden Gokaden? When my plotting turned from revenge against one clan to dismantling all the Electro Archon had built because I despise her very existence? Or would you like me to start after I joined the Fatui?” He gives a humorless chuckle. “There are nearly three hundred years of criminal activity to dig through there, we’d be here a week. Or would my most recent transgressions against Sumeru and her Archon suffice?” His breath is wavering uncomfortably now, so he stops taking in air except to talk. “I don’t even deserve to be here, except for the Traveler and Buer’s infinite wisdom and mercy,” he spits out.

Kazuha’s hand lands lightly on his right shoulder and the Wanderer fights a full-body flinch, squeezing his eyes shut even behind his arms.

“Thank you for being honest,” Kazuha says. “Now, shall I tell you why I think you do deserve this?”

The Wanderer lifts his arms above his head and stares at Kazuha in disbelief. “Excuse me? Are you touched in the head, or is this some sick joke? I told you the role I had in your family’s downfall, so you decided to raise my hopes up before reminding me of reality, is that it? I have to admit, it’s a more cunning plan than I thought you’d be capable of, Kaedehara, well done..”

Kazuha lets him finish his tirade before speaking up, as always. It seems considerate, but how considerate could it possibly be when the man is dragging up his past and using it to deny him?

“You deserve to cum because you’re trying, Kuni,” Kazuha says, seeming to roll over his outburst. “Do you have any idea how well you’re doing? It’s been five months and you haven’t lost your temper.”

The Wanderer laughs, bringing his arms back to cover his face again when it comes out weak and vulnerable. “Low bar, that.”

Kazuha also laughs, and the Wanderer considers that maybe he’s bad at interpreting tone. It makes no sense for Kazuha’s laugh to sound affectionate now, of all times.

“Let me finish, Kuni. You haven’t killed anyone you shouldn’t have, and you’ve shown mercy when the Traveler asks you to. You help out around the Traveler's home, and I’ve seen you cooking food for Paimon on nights when they're too tired. You sit in on classes at the Akademiya and I’ve heard you holding conversations with other scholars without calling them too many names.” Kazuha chuckles. “You sent the Traveler sweets even though you hate them, and I know you wouldn’t cook something new without taste-testing it.”

The Wanderer lets his arms fall above his head again, still not quite daring to breathe. He prays the hope he’s starting to feel isn’t visible in his eyes yet, just in case he’s wrong.

Kazuha strokes his cheek gently, as if he’s afraid to scare the puppet away. “Do you have any idea how incredible it is for you to have come so far in so short a time? Just last year you were singing a song full of rage and hatred, pursuing power to fill the void in your chest… and now you’re thinking of others.”

The Wanderer gulps. “It’s just… repayment…”

Kazuha smiles as he trails off. “Repaying the kindness they’ve shown you with more kindness, yes.”

The Wanderer frowns, frustrated, and props himself up on his elbows to see the other more closely. “No, it’s a transaction. Buer and the Traveler saved my life and showed me the truth; I need to balance the books somehow. I’m not off enjoying myself with frivolous pursuits if that’s what you think. I’m not taking my duty lightly.”

“Would it be so bad if you were?” Kazuha asks, dropping his left hand to stroke gently over the Wanderer’s hip.

“A prisoner isn’t supposed to enjoy their imprisonment.”

“It is my sincere belief that leaving behind your past self would be the best repayment to offer those you’ve wronged.” Kazuha sits back on the Wanderer’s legs, both hands now drawing gentle circles on his bare hips. “It’s one thing to say you wish to make amends, but it’s another entirely to see you embody the change. Of course, I have no memory of the things you’ve done, so I cannot truly speak for the Traveler and Nahida on this, but it would not surprise me if they feel great relief every time you do something The Balladeer would not,” Kazuha says.

The Wanderer can’t think of anything to say in reply and simply stares, his mind stuttering over the implications.

“Would your past self ever have cooked someone’s favorite food for them? Would he have admitted fault? Allowed himself to be vulnerable?” Kazuha strokes a hand firmly from the Wanderer’s collarbone down to his stomach and kindly doesn’t mention the broken breath that leaves the puppet at the motion. “Would he have allowed himself to smile genuinely as you did tonight?”

The Wanderer shakes his head. Kazuha leans back in and presses his lips to his forehead and he loses control of the tears he’s been fighting.

“You’re trying. You’re doing well, Kuni.”

“Fuck,” the Wanderer breathes, curling in on himself like a wounded animal and bringing his hands up immediately to try and muffle himself as the tears fall. “No, I’m not- I’m - not a good person, I’m never going to be a good person, this is all I can do, I don’t deserve-” He cuts himself off with a whine and hunches into himself even further. Kazuha shuffles forward so he’s practically in the Wanderer’s lap and wraps his arms around his back, rocking gently left and right as the other shakes apart..

“Isn't this a transaction?” Kazuha asks, bringing back his own words to counter him. “What matters is not your nature, but your actions. As I said before, I don’t remember the crimes you committed against my ancestors. I made peace with my past and I’d like to help you do the same.” The puppet shakes his head against Kazuha’s chest, but burrows closer and flings his arms around to clutch at his shoulders desperately. Kazuha sighs. “If you must owe me something, then I’d like to claim it in the form of proof that you’ve changed.”

“H-How?” the Wanderer questions, though he already has an inkling of where this is going.

“If you’re comfortable with it, I’d like to continue giving you the pleasure you deserve.” Kazuha rocks the Wanderer back and forth again. “If you’d like to call things off here, that is of course fine. But I don’t want you to continue thinking you should be denied things like this. I want you to see you’re capable of emotions other than fury and pain.”

The Wanderer should be embarrassed at how quickly his body seems to switch back on with interest, even while tears are still trickling down his face. He still doesn’t think he deserves this, but if Kazuha is offering even after his shameful outburst, then he’s damn well going to be selfish.

“Yes,” he says, trying his best to compose himself. “Yes, I- I’d like that.”

Kazuha kisses his tear-stained cheeks, following the path down to his mouth. The kiss is deep, long, and so slow that the Wanderer feels his head starting to spin despite not needing air. The way Kazuha sweeps his tongue over and around his own feels frighteningly intimate, like there’s nowhere he can hide from that pressing warmth.

Nowhere he needs to hide.

By the time the kiss breaks, Kazuha has tilted him back down to sprawl out on the bed. Kazuha wiggles his hand out from under Kuni’s back with a chuckle and another peck at his lips, and Kuni very belatedly realizes he was trapping the samurai’s hand. His head already feels like it’s filling with cotton.

Kazuha slides back down Kuni’s body in one smooth move, gently parting his legs and slotting himself back between them to breathe hot air over his cunt again.

“Do you think you can tell me you deserve this, Kuni?” Kazuha asks. His mouth is hovering just above where they both want it, and Kuni shudders with both anticipation and the lingering aftershocks from crying.

“I can try,” he admits. Kazuha smirks.

“We have all night,” he says, and then his tongue is pressing hot and firm against his clit again, finally.

Kuni’s head falls back and he lets himself enjoy the feeling again, letting it drown out some of his shame. He raises himself back on his elbows and looks down at Kazuha with great effort, sucking in a breath when he realizes the other is staring up at him with hooded eyes while going down on him.

Kuni knows what he’s waiting for.

“I -” deserve this, he means to say, but the words get stuck. “I’ve been trying to be good,” he says instead, feeling like that’s closer to the truth. He has been trying, every day, he just never expected anyone to notice.

“Mmhmm?” Kazuha hums while closing his lips around his clit, laving it generously with his tongue. Go on, his eyes seem to say.

“Hhh-aaaaah,” Kuni moans as he squeezes his eyes shut. It’s easier to lie like this when he doesn’t have to see Kazuha. “I’ve been trying really hard, I- I h-helped with that dumb festival when Nahida asked me to.” He’s rewarded and teased with a small dip of Kazuha’s tongue inside his hole before the other licks back up to his throbbing clit.

“F-fuu- I tried to give that astrologist advice, but it didn’t….” He wracks his brain, thoughts quickly scattering. “I g-gave that forest ranger my water when he collaps- oh fuck, Kazuha, right there, just like that.” He breaks off into moans as Kazuha finally starts tongue-fucking him in earnest, carressing all around his twitching hole before diving in and curling his tongue in the most delicious way.

Kazuha hums questioningly again, so Kuni drags his head out of the clouds to gasp another broken sentence. “I k-keep cooking food for the T-Traveler’s dumb p-pet, even though she hates me for no rrreeeeaaa- sss- ohhhhhh.” That rewards him with two fingers sliding in and stretching him wide immediately as Kazuha returns to lapping just at his entrance teasingly. Kuni hears himself babbling and realizes he’s begging, far too turned on to care about pride.

“Please pleasepleaseplease I’ve been good, I’ve been good, please-” and something about the sentence finally hits him, his stomach tightening with something that feels like anxiety - like cold fire, but ecstasy.

“I’ve been good,” he gasps again, feeling it in his chest this time. He’s been good, he’s been polite, he’s listened even to people who don’t deserve it, he’s helping with dumb commissions- shit, he’s already close. It’s like his denied orgasm from before has returned in full force. “Ahhhhhh, Kazu- Kaaaaa- Kazuha, please please, ‘nna cum, wanna cum, please-”

"Mmmhmm, c'mmmnn," Kazuha mumbles, not even bothering to lift his face to talk properly. One last glance down is all it takes - the sight of Kazuha's eyes glazed and unfocused as he focuses on eating Kuni out is enough to push him over the edge with a loud, broken moan.

He gathers breath he doesn't need as Kazuha guides him through the orgasm with a gentle tongue, cleaning him up. Kazuha pants like he was the one who just came as he pulls back.

"So, did you deserve that?" he asks, and Kuni is too languid to even worry about his answer.

"Mmhmm," he mutters, feeling a strange smile quirk his lips up. It feels…. free.

"And how about another? Do you deserve another?" Kazuha says, his voice husky as he leans back in, already teasing Kuni's slit with the very tip of his tongue.

"M-maybe?" Kuni says, shocked. The first one was so good already, and surely Kazuha wants to cum as well, shouldn't he return the favor…?

"Let's see if we can turn that into a yes," Kazuha growls, and starts again, loving Kuni's overstimulated cries and the hand which finally tangles in his hair, pulling him closer. =====================================

Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47377648

#kazuscara #wanderer #kaedahara kazuha #kazuha x wanderer #genshin fanfic

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heartz4aspenn · 1 year

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my ex dared me to write this and i found it in my google docs

uh hi first post woo! Cw: sex, scara steps on you but tbh if ur looking for scara smut you probably want that, scara is mean to u but u like it, both of them are in your orafaces, keaya is a great wingman

You were sitting at the bar with your friend, Kaeya. He once again dragged you out for an ‘exciting night on the town’ ; so far that has played out to be utter bullshit. “Come on, Y/n. I’m sure you’ll find something worthwhile. That is if you can actually muster the courage to talk to someone.”

You only rolled your eyes at his antics. “Kaeya, if I wanted to have a good night, I wouldn’t even be here. Not everyone finds someone to hook up with every time they go out,” you retorted. Suddenly, almost comically, someone tapped your shoulder.

So much for nobody coming to bother you.

You turn around to be greeted with a short, purple haired male dressed in mostly black. “I don’t see any point in beating around the bush, so I’ll spare you the niceties. Me and my friend-“ he gestures over to a blonde man with a streak of red in his hair, “- think you’re hot. Wanna hook up? I’ll even buy you a drink.”

You stare at him in utter shock. Normally Kaeya’s the one getting propositioned, not you. “I- what- HUH?? Me??? Let me think,” you immediately turn to Kaeya “what do i do?????”

Kaeya stares at you unamused. “Say yes,” the man whisper-shouts.

As you turn back to the purple haired man, you muster up all the courage you can find. “Uhm.. sure!” god, good fucking going, you seriously couldn’t come up with a better response? “By the way, I’m y/n,” you add, trying to diffuse some of the tension.

He nods, “Scaramouche. Come with me.” Cold much? Still, you oblige. You wave Kaeya goodbye and hurry after Scaramouche.

You are led to a table at the leftmost side of the bar. The man sitting at the table gives you a gentle wave; he seems much friendlier than his purple haired counterpart. “Hello there. I hope Scaramouche wasn’t too brash. He tends to scare people away-“ the red-eyed male chuckles, ”I am Kazuha, and you?”

“I’m Y/n, nice to meet you, Kazuha,” you steel your nerves as you sit on the opposite end of the table.Kazuha gives a reassuring grin as Scaramouche sits besides him.

“Would you two cut it with the fuckin’ flirting? You aren’t on a date, this is just a hookup.”

Of course Scaramouche had to butt in. You shift your eyes to look at him, clearly irritated. “Scaramouche, this is called being nice,” Kazuha explains sarcastically, “but what you say has some level of truth. Y/n, Just so you know what’s to come, me and Scaramouche would like to.. share you, for lack of a better word. Is that one hundred percent okay with you?”

You feel a strange mixture of fear and excitement puddle in your stomach. Still, you’ve made your decision “Yeah. It’s better than being dragged to some random bar and being miserable.”

And that’s how you ended up at some random apartment, kneeling before two guys you barely know. An air of tension filled the bedroom, everyone unknowing of what the other would do. Thankfully, Scaramouche spoke up soon enough. “Well if you’re just gonna fuckin’ stand there then I’ll take my turn first.”

The violet-eyed male leaned down to your level, roughly taking your face in his hand, almost inspecting you. Suddenly he slammed his lips onto yours, a faint taste of gin complimenting his rough lips. Scaramouche’s hands trailed up your shirt, scrambling for purchase on your waist. Your eyes fluttered, getting accustomed to the feeling of pleasure.

He started to ever so slightly nip at your bottom lip, causing you to whimper slightly, losing yourself in a mix of pain and pleasure. Scaramouche pushes you down so that you’re now half-laying on the ground as he starts to harshly bite and suckle at your collarbone.

“Fuck..” you gasped out, unprepared for the stinging pain of the male’s teeth.

“Can’t even take that? Fucking pathetic.”

Kazuha sent a disapproving glare to Scaramouche. “Now, now. You should be nicer to her,” the blonde admonished, sauntering over to the pair.

“Oh, shut up. I bet the little whore likes it-“ your core started to heat up at the belittling nickname, “doesn’t she? You can even check for yourself.” There was definitely a truth to his words, as much as it pained you to admit it.

Sure enough, when Kazuha ran a finger experimentally over your clothed folds, he was surprised with just how wet you were. “Oh my. I suppose what he said is quite true, hm?” you nodded as your cheeks and ears turned progressively pinker.

“Can I get back to what I was doing now?” Scaramouche was turning out to be quite the attention hog..

“I think it’s time I get a chance with her,” Kazuha muses, running his hands up and down your sides, sending shivers down your spine. If Scaramouche is annoyed by this, he doesn’t voice it. Kazuha kisses your jawline ever so gently, occasionally pausing to suck on particular spots. It feels feather light compared to the assault you had previously experienced.

Kazuha slides his hand down your skirt. Then, he tugs your underwear to the side. You wince slightly at the touch of his cool fingers on your heat. “I’ll try to be as gentle as possible, dove,” and with that, Kazuha pushed two slender fingers into your cunt.

God, he was fucking good with his fingers. The sound of your pants and mewls filled the bedroom, your hand twining itself into Kazuha’s blonde locks.

“God.. so fuckin’ good… dont stop,” you murmured inbetween gasps, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening evermore. You were close. He started to curl his fingers with every movement, hitting your sweet spot.

You felt yourself cumming as you reached your climax, pulsing around his fingers. Kazuha chuckled, but wordlessly removed his soaked fingers from your core. “Oh.. you’ve made quite the mess,” he positions his fingers in front of your mouth, “Go on, clean it.”

Although your face reddened at the demand, you nodded and put his fingers in your mouth; you could clearly taste your essence. Once his fingers were clean, you pulled them out of your mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’ noise.

“Alright, you had your fun. My turn,” Kazuha only tsked at the violet eyed male’s antics and stood up. Scaramouche placed his foot on your back and pressed down until you were on your hands and knees. That’s where he wanted you.

Your underwear was already pushed to the side, so Scaramouche didn’t have to do much more than roughly thrusting into you, quickly bottoming out. He didn’t even give you time to adjust to his size, just started thrusting at an inhuman place. “fuck.. slow down!” you demanded.

Even though the initial pain had subsided, you still couldn't handle this much pleasure this suddenly. If Kazuha picked up on this, he did a good job of not showing it. It almost seemed like he encouraged it.

“You know, dove.. I think you could handle both of us at once, right? You can do it, I promise I’ll be gentle,” Kazuha’s words seeped into your ears like honey, and in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to say yes. You nodded your head hurriedly, signaling for him to join.

He undid his belt buckle, releasing his length. The blonde gently cupped your cheek as he guided his tip into your mouth. As he slowly thrusted into your mouth, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the stimulation of both Kazuha and Scaramouche.

You choked on your moans, letting out little more than a pathetic hum around Kazuha’s cock. He let out a low groan. “Stars.. you’re taking me so well.. Keep going,” he praised.

This set something off in Scaramouche, if the harsh, now erratic thrusts are anything to go by. You felt your second climax of the night swiftly approaching, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

You clutched onto the carpet, moans gagged by Kazuha’s length in your throat as your climax came. Even after you rode out your highs, Scaramouche kept thrusting. It was clear he wouldn’t stop until he came.

Triggered by your pulsing heat, Scaramouche gives one last thrust before warm spurts of cum cover your walls. He quickly pulls out, leaving you whining at the sudden emptiness inside you, save for the cum quickly running down your thighs.

Kazuha finished soon after, filling your mouth with the salty flavor of his seed. As he pulled out of your mouth, you made sure not to spill any of it. Although the taste wasn’t the most desirable, you made sure to swallow it all.

“You did so, so well, dove,” Kazuha coos, helping you to your feet, “now let's go get you cleaned up, hm?”

yeah sorry if this is bad i wrote this in like 7th grade

#kazuha x reader #scara x reader #smut #mediocre #at best #idk what else to put in the tags #kazuha x you #kazuha kaedehara #genshin #kazuha x wanderer #wanderer

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