POV: Drunk Kazuha can’t get enough of you.
🍁 I can still call it fluff I guess 🍁
🍁 Gender neutral reader 🍁
A/n: I am so sad I couldn’t do that event because I was just new player at that time but that didn’t stop him from living in my brain rent free. The end is open to your imagination. And again sorry for bad grammar I’m trying my best.
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You scoffed when you fixed Kazuha’s dangling arm on your shoulder, securing him so he wouldn’t trip or get himself hurt in his current state. You cursed Venti under your breath for doing this to him when you looked at Kazuha’s drunk face, the poor man was so out of it he couldn’t even let out a coherent sentence. “ Hang in there a little bit longer buddy. “ He giggled at your caring words and gave you the side glance, you couldn’t possibly know what was going on in his brain right now but then his face got closer to your neck, you felt his warm breath, it almost seemed like he was breathing in your scent that he loved so much, he couldn’t get enough of it. He pulled himself away from you a little while you still held his hand just in case and then his other hand slams into the wall behind you, pushing you against it, you look into his eyes, his usual shine was gone, you could tell they were darkened by lust as he lowers his face again to your neck and starts kissing and biting your flesh hungrily. “ M-more.~ “ He coos in his usual tone. “ I want more of you y/n.~ “







