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Congrats on your milestone Zuzu! 🎉 At first I didn't think I'd join the event because I really had no idea of what to send, but then it hit me. I feel like months ago everyone brainrotted on the concept of mean!Kazuha and it brought even more people to your writing works, so I think it might be cool if we could "turn back time" for this event! I don't have anything particular in mind if not a drabble w possessive mean Kazu.. but since we all like bites it'd be cool if you know... Kazuha and lovebites...

Anyways, have a good day!

🌿 — love (bites) !

✧ — pairing: mean!kazuha x gn!reader

✧ — format: hc/drabble

✧ — warnings: slightly suggestive content

✧ — tags: fluff (?), angst, slightly suggestive content (marking), implied feelings of possessiveness (kazuha), unrequited love, kazuha's a little bit of an asshole

✧ — notes: a little blast from the past, i like it! so this is a... special kind of mean!kazuha that sorta popped in my brain. you kinda gotta squint to see how fucked up this is. i really hope you like it,,, and that it makes sense .. uh, reblogs and reactions are appreciated <3

“kaedehara kid got you good, didn't he?”

"what?" you stop eating and face juza, whose brows are raised with what you assume is amazement. why would he say something like that now? you haven't seen kazuha all day. "what do you mean?"

juza points to a spot on your neck and then to your waist, where your shirt is starting to ride up, exposing your skin. "they're faint, but i can still see the bruises he gave you." juza's face becomes clouded with concern. "must've been painful, huh?"

you nearly choke. you shove your shirt down to hide the bruise and bring a hand up to cover your neck with a nervous laugh. "uh, yeah! he's just, uh..." you scramble to think of an explanation. "very competitive. i beat him a few times, so he got a little riled up. nothing serious, though."

"i didn't peg him as the aggressive type... then again, we still don't know much about him." juza sighs. "you're the only person he really talks to on this ship, kid."

bullshit, you think. "is that right..?"

"sure is. look, i get that you two are sparring partners, but take it easy on each other, okay?" juza clamps a hand down on your shoulder, an easy-going smile crossing his face. it's so easy to lower your guard around this guy. "if you see kaedehara kid today, get him back for those bruises, okay? give 'em hell."

it must be nice to be so in the dark about the truth. you mirror his smile nonetheless. "i will." juza soon departs with a wave, leaving you to your devices. you wait until he's far away enough before you dart into your cabin and move your hand from your neck.

now that you're looking closer, it's a good thing you chose to wear this shirt today. the bruise on your neck that juza was referring to was only one of many that kazuha had left a few days prior. he really was a little rougher with you that day than usual -- he said something about only letting him pick on you and no one else. whatever that meant. you're about to inspect your other bruises when someone raps their knuckles on your door gently. you fix your clothing and head over to open it.

and who else but kazuha would be standing at your door? so much for a peaceful day.

"oh. you." you deadpan. truthfully, your heart is starting to pick up speed, but you're not sure why -- you're afraid you might be anticipating what usually happens whenever he shows up at your door. "what do you want?"

kazuha makes a faux wounded expression. "no proper greeting, songbird? have you lost your manners?"

"bite me." you shoot back.

kazuha raises an eyebrow. "so you're asking for it this time?" he chuckles, the sound low. "this is a new change of pace."

"that's not what i meant, and you know it." you scoff. you march further into your room and plop onto your bed. there's really no point in turning him away; he'll either stay in your doorway or let himself in anyways, which he does. he stands close by you, his lips still quirked with an irritating hint of amusement. you don't like the way he looks at you -- at least you don't think you do. kazuha is pretty and it's probably the most irritating thing about him.

kazuha crosses his arms. "i overheard juza telling you to, and i quote, 'give me hell'." he looks far too entertained by the thought. "do you plan on following through?"

you think of the faded bruises on your skin. "maybe i should," you grunt, "since you're so bent on giving me hell." your aggression wavers just a bit on your next sentence. "did you really have to make the... the bruises so dark?"

"you can call them hickies, songbird."

"hell no. hickies are given to me by people i actually like."

there's finally a crack in kazuha's visage. he opens his mouth but quickly shuts it. there's silence. whether it's a comfortable one or not, you have no idea. kazuha's next words are a bit soft. "and who has given you hickies in the past?" you eye him warily, but answer anyways. he just hums and nods as he savors the information. "i see."

"why are you here, kazuha?" you finally ask. "what do you want?"

kazuha shrugs, the motion fluid. "originally, my plan was to suggest that we spar. i wanted to see if you would try to put me in my place." he pauses. autumn eyes zero in on you, sending a shiver down your spine. "but i'm reconsidering that."

you recognize the look he's giving you -- that look, like he's trying to devour you whole. it renders you speechless. your neck prickles with heat as kazuha makes his way over and sits beside you. like always, you don't put up much of a fight as he brings his bandaged hand to cup your jaw. kazuha hums again, this time sounding dismayed. "they really are fading, aren't they?"

"you better not." you threaten lowly. your words are harsh and cold, but they somehow still hold no bite.

"and why not?"

"people talk." it's not really that you don't want them to, it's more that you like it when they do. you wish you could be more assertive at a time like this -- if you were, you'd probably stop dancing around the truth. "they'll think we're..." together, you almost say.

kazuha picks up on your meaning right away, but your words affect him in a way you're unfamiliar with. his lashes flutter ever so slightly and something vulnerable flashes across his face. he wipes it up almost immediately, his usual smugness returning to his face.

"is that so unpleasant a thought?" he leans in and brushes his nose against the sensitive part of your neck. "they're bound to think that we're together by now, don't you think? you let me into your room..." his teeth gently tug on your skin, making you jump. "you let me touch you like this..."

it's not unpleasant. gods, it was never unpleasant to begin with, but it's plain as day that kazuha thinks of you as a fucking joke. he does this so often -- tugs you under the waves of affection and treats you like a lover only to turn around and agitate you to the brink of tears within the same day. he revels in your tears -- he's told you once before. kazuha thinks of you as his own personal plaything; one that he can do with as he pleases and stake his claim on.

and you, being the fool that you are, allow him to.

you put up a fight -- and a pretty damn good one, really -- but your heart isn't in it. it never is. you've been a sucker for kazuha from day one. sometimes you think he feels the same way; from the way he bandages you up to the way he'll subtly share his food with you when you want more but are too shy to speak up about it. but then he does this; this fake display of infatuation, this constant marking whenever you do something with someone he doesn't like or say something too smart for his liking.

it's too much, you think as kazuha's lips start to press firmer against your neck. but if this is all you can get from him, then...

kazuha blows on your skin and laughs when you jump. "you're not listening to me, are you?"

"why should i ever listen to you?" you shoot back.

"it's in your best interest to do so." kazuha's hands find rest on your waist, his fingers slipping under your shirt and brushing over a sore spot. you shudder. "i wouldn't want to hurt you again, pretty thing." he presses his fingers into your skin, making you hiss with pain.

"shut the fuck up." you seethe. "you're an asshole."

kazuha hums. always with the humming. always so serene, even when he's got you in the palm of his hand. he's silent for a moment. then: "maybe you're right." he sounds almost solemn. you can feel his breath warm against your skin. "but you... you are my canvas. and i believe a new painting is in order."

you don't miss the emphasis he puts on the word my. it's poetic. it'd even be romantic if this whole situation wasn't so...

your thought are halted when kazuha suddenly starts to suck on your neck. the action startles you; your mouth drops open in a gasp and your hands fly to his shoulders, but he doesn't budge. he lowers you to lay on your back and moves with you, his mouth never leaving your skin. once you're laid down, he pulls away for a moment to just look at you.

"i fucking hate you." you grumble. at the very least, you can still put up a fight.

kazuha huffs a laugh under his breath. what is it that he finds so funny about you? "so you say." he murmurs. "then stop me." when you falter, he just smiles. "of course you can't." he eases back down and continues his assualt on your neck.

all you can do is muffle your gasps and sighs. maybe he knows how you feel. maybe, you think as he soothes the sting of a fresh mark with his tongue, just maybe, he knows how badly you want this to stop. how badly you want this to become real.

you bring a hand up to tug at kazuha's hair hard when he bites you too hard. he chuckles and continues what he was doing.

or maybe he just likes seeing you squirm. because at the end of the day, whether you like it or not, you're his. and he knows that.

...perhaps lovebites is a better word to describe the purples and reds left on your skin.

✦ and we're back to being super nervous again,,, i rlly hope this is okay!

✦ it ended up being angst, which... was not the original plan? i dunno, this is just how i see this kind of thing playing out with mean!kazuha.. he has his moments where he's just so gentle with you, but you can never be sure if he actually likes you or if he's just doing this to mess with your head (the answer is both). this is a special type of mean!kazuha, i guess!

✦ like the title says, love fucking bites, dude. this kind of love hurts.

#🌿.txt #genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin kazuha x reader #z hcs #its almost 3 am... oh boy #hmm there's less biting in here than i'd liked #maybe next time

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