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3 - 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓗𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓜𝓮!
It's the last day of leadership camp. Everyone has spent the past week practicing for hours in the sun, learning effective methods to guide the members of their sections, and overall getting closer as a team.
For you, this past week has been...interesting to say the least. On the first day, you ended up being paired with Diluc for trust falls. That ended up with you being unable to catch him and falling to the ground. It was embarrassing to have everyone's eyes on you as he hovered over your frame. Strong hands planted on either side of your head and eyes that were like flames bore into yours. He was the first to make a movement and help you stand up, leaving you with your cheeks warm and your brain unable to form words.
Mid-week you were practicing your baton twirling to help with warm-ups and accidentally flung your baton right at Diluc as he was passing by. You apologized profusely, assuring him that it was not intentional. He believed you-- he had no reason to not believe you. He returned the baton and wished you luck on warmups.
And now it was the end of the week-- the final day of having each other's company to yourselves before you were in charge of a 300+ marching band. The director had you all gather on the field for a special announcement. The energy behind his actions and words let you all know he seemed particularly excited. When everyone was settled, he began speaking.
"Let me just praise you all for your hard work. You've come together and made yourselves better leaders who have faith in each other. You've improved your skill and shown more confidence!" His eyes slid to Venti. "And you've become more on time."
Everyone breaks out into laughter as Venti shrugs, grinning.
"Hey, you elected me director!" The director shakes his head before continuing.
"The last thing I want us to do is to promote sportsmanship. While yes, competitions are competitive and we want to go to Nationals, I think it's important for us to remind ourselves and the band that rivalries are nothing to be causing fights for. All marching bands are filled with performers. We're all going for the same goal. So, I decided to invite the leadership members from Liyue, Inazuma, and Sumeru over so we can all meet each other!"
Noises of confusion and complaint spread across the field, with many members looking utterly confused.
"I'm sorry, you invited our rival schools?" Kaeya questioned, raising an eyebrow. "How did you pull that off?"
"Oh, this has been in discussion for months. After that last incident where Liyue and Inazuma band members got into a fight, I've been talking with the principals and directors of each respective school about coming together to assuage any tensions. It luckily worked out and they'll be all here soon," the director explained. He seemed oblivious as to why many of the students were opposed to this idea.
"It's a bit inconvenient to make a lot of the students of different regions travel all the way here for one day," Albedo comments, and many other members nod their heads in agreement.
More and more of the students started shouting out their concerns as they grew agitated. Director Jose is quick to calm everyone down, offering a sheepish smile.
"I hear your concerns but please try to take this in stride. We're trying to combat these agitations so we don't have a repeat of last year. Not to mention, it will be insightful to see how the other schools approach guiding a band-- it will be beneficial for all of us!"
Although most were still skeptical, everyone seems to calm down and accept it. Pleased, the director sends everyone off. You walk over to your friends, who all have mixed feelings about the situation. Amber is the only one who is optimistic.
"It won't be that bad guys! A lot of the members of these bands are super nice. And it'll be sweet to talk to everyone when we're not all in competition mode," she explains.
"I just think it's weird to do it in general. You've heard of any other schools doing this?" You ask, unscrewing the cap of your water bottle off. "It just feels unnecessary."
"W-well the director said it should be fun. And it would be nice to see how Inazuma does things. They continue to be top performers every year and no one knows how they do it," Sucrose pipes in. You shrug and turn your attention to your phone, trying to pass the time.
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"Look! The buses are piling in!" One of the members yells, pointing to the trail of buses that pull into the parking lot near the field. Everyone, including the director, rushes over to greet the incoming guests. The bus doors open on all three and the crowd of students backs up as the members from Liyue, Inazuma and Sumeru step down. The skeptic vibes from earlier disappear as familiar faces are seen.
Friends meet up and gush about the summer and their camps while others get reacquainted and friendly. You peek over everyone's heads, looking for the familiar blue hair of your friend from Sumeru.
"Y/N, over here!" You whip your head around and see Candace waving at you. You smile and raise your hand to wave, but stop in your place. Standing next to Candace was an all-too-familiar face.
"Amber, hide me!" You quickly duck behind your friend, who looks at you confused.
"What, why? What's going on?"
"I didn't realize Al-Haitham was going to be here!" Amber, gasps in surprise. She gets on her toes to see above the crowd, freezing when she recognizes the familiar gray-haired man.
"Your ex?!"
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Synopsis: It’s your senior year of college-- 4 years of slaving away during the summer heat in Mondstadt and practicing with the marching band, winning awards after awards, but never making it to championships. But this year was different! You were going to make Lead Majorette and bring your school to victory with...Diluc?! The Ragvindr recluse who’s been giving you the stink eye since freshman year? As fellow drum major? Just your luck!
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how do you update almost daily?? 😳 like ur doing both other fics and ur smau
I'm working on pure bursts of inspiration LMAO 🙈
tbh i try to write everything 2 or 3 days in advance and just queue them. so when an SMAU chapter drops, i have a one-shot queued up and I've probably already written or im working on the next chapter.
it helps so if there's day(s) where im not feeling it i know I'll have something
plus it's winter break and my idol group is on break so i have more time than usual 😊
(Nsfw) Moonlit Intimacy
Characters: Scaramouche x fem bodied!Reader
Warnings: NSFW-- explicit sex, vaginal penetration, oral (f. receiving), fingering, pet names (princess), implied cockwarming at the end, Scaramouche is probably softer than he would be lmao, mdni!!
WC: 1.6k words
Note: Thank you for 100 followers! I'm so happy you all enjoy my writing ❤️
Under the light of the moon, outside your shared home, you and Scaramouche were pressed up against each other, kissing as if you'd never felt intimacy before. Hands roamed each other's bodies, groping and grabbing at whatever you could.
While out walking around Sumeru, some random drunkard made a couple comments to you. You brushed them off, but Scaramouche didn't let it slide. He let a few harsh words spill out and dragged you home.
That's how you got to the position you're in right now. You hadn't even made it past the front door when he spun you around and held you against the door.
You manage to break free from the heated kiss, gasping for air. He looked at you, cheeks flushed and breathless. Violet eyes watch your every moment, darkened with the familiar and dangerous look of lust.
"Inside...let's go inside," you manage to breathe out, hands sliding down and grabbing the door handle. The wanderer hums in response, watching you enter the home. He stays quiet as he follows you, taking your hand into his as you lead him back to the bedroom. The moment you're both inside, he's stepping forward to guide you to the bed, tossing his hat to the side.
You fall back as your legs hit the bed, sinking into the cushioned bed. He crawls on the bed, leering at you, and suddenly you feel like prey being hunted down. He reaches one hand up and grabs your neck, applying enough pressure to make you gasp.
"You're so precious to me, Y/N. You know that right?" He questions, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. You nod, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets under you. He pushes his thumb inside your mouth, rolling it around your tongue and gathering spit and saliva. You whine, unable to do much else as your lover has his fun. As drool builds up and starts dribbling out the corner of your mouth, he gets his fill, pulling his hand back.
Scaramouche sits back on his legs, working on undressing himself. You sit up to watch as he carefully undoes the ropes and sashes holding his outfit. You bite your lip, rubbing your legs together as you watch him undress, taking in the milky white skin shining under the moonlight. Muscles flex as he slides his arm covers off, tossing them to the side.
He looks over at you through his lashes and his lips curl into a smile.
"Not going to strip? That's not fair to me Y/N," he teases, and you sit up embarrassed. You move to strip, but his hands stop yours.
"No no, clearly you want me to do everything. So just sit your pretty little self still and I'll handle it, hm?" His words make your cheeks darken but you nod, watching his hands slide down your arms and work to strip you of your clothes. They're careful but quick, and soon you're down to your undergarments.
Slim fingers hook under the elastic waistband of your panties and he looks up at you, waiting for you to stop him. You make no moves to slow him down and he pulls them down your legs, hissing at the sight of a sticky string of your arousal clinging to your underwear.
"So pretty, and just for me," Scaramouche murmurs, laying down and adjusting your legs so they're on either side of him. He leans forward and kisses your clit, causing you to squeak in surprise. Instinctively, you try to close your legs but his hands are fast and dig into your thighs, keeping them spread.
"Keep 'em spread for me, princess," he commands, and you nod. You don't get any further prep before his lips are against your folds and his tongue is lapping inside your pussy. Moans tumble out your mouth as his tongue works its wonders inside you, lapping up your juices and exploring your walls. His lips wrap around your bundle of nerves and suck, sending your back arching and forcing an unholy scream out of you.
"F-feels good..more please~" You plead. Scaramouche chuckles against your dripping entrance, and you feel your muscles tighten from the vibrations.
"Whatever you want, princess." He continues his focus on your clit, flattening his tongue against the nub. Juices gush out of your pussy, staining the sheets, and the smell of sweat and sex fills the air. You could feel your high approaching-- it was like a coil tightening in your stomach, winding up more and more. It was just out of reach-- like your fingers were brushing right against it. So close...so, so...
You choke on air at the feeling of Scaramouche's fingers curling inside you. They pump inside your fluttering pussy, coaxing more of your arousal out. Your desperate cries fill the room-- the added stimulation pushes you closer to your bubbling orgasm. Just one more push and-
His fingers brush against a special spot and it's enough to send your orgasm crashing down. He quickly pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue, and you can hear him slurping up everything you give him. You chant his name over and over, eyes fluttering close. Your thighs tremble and twitch, barely able to keep their upright position. It's like floating on air-- your voice devolves into quiet whimpers, even after Scaramouche pulls away from your pussy.
His face glistens with your juices and he watches you, absolutely enamored by your blissed-out state. His hands slide up and grab your waist as he adjusts himself to be slotted between your legs.
"Hey pretty, are you still with me?" He gently questions, giving you a loving squeeze. "Do we need to stop here?"
You hum and reach up as best as you can-- your hands felt like jello.
" 's okay...keep going. Wan' you to cum in me," you sigh. You watch your lover's pupils become blown out. Your words go straight to his dick and he's quickly working to get the rest of his clothes removed.
He readjusts the both of you and you feel the head of his dick pressed against your entrance. It was on the slimmer side but had a nice vein that trailed from the tip down to the base. Your essence coats the tip, working as lube. One of his hands grabs yours and squeezes while the other grasps the sheets next to your head. In one swift motion, he pushes himself in. You let out a pathetic sob, the feeling of being split open overwhelming you.
When he's fully sheathed, he stays in place, giving you a moment to breathe. Scaramouche watches the slow rise and fall of your chest as you gasp for air. You look up at him through your lashes, clumped together by your tears and tongue lolling out.
"How sinful. To think that I did this to you," he curses, and he rolls his hips, eliciting a lewd moan out of you. "How ruined can I make you, princess?"
He pulls his hips back, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. Your complaints are short-lived as he thrusts back into you and begins a steady pace. Instantly, you wrap your legs and free hand around his body, sobbing out moans. The bed rocks and creaks with his movements, the sound of wet slaps echoing in the room. He leans down and captures your lips with his, groaning in pleasure.
Your walls squeeze him as the tip brushes against that one tantalizing spot inside you. Every time he thrusts fully into you, your cloudy juices squirt out, coating the base of his cock in a white ring. And when he pulls out, one glance lets you see that his shaft is coated in your essence, reminding both of you how well he was treating you.
That familiar feeling of an orgasm approaching creeps over you-- like waves batting against a wall moments from crumbling.
" 'm close! K-Kuni I'm close~" you plead to him, fingers sliding up and curling in his hair to tug hard. His eyes roll back and he lets out a despicable moan, his lust absolutely evident.
"C'mon princess-- cum for me. I've got you," he manages to whisper. He moves his hand to between the both of you and starts palming your clit, timing it on the off-beats of his thrusts. Your vision turns to stars as you arch into his touches, and the walls come crumbling down. Your 2nd orgasm washes over you, sending your pussy into flutters as it squeezes around Scaramouche's cock.
He doesn't slow down, instead picking up his speed as much as he could with your walls squeezing. Your high was never-ending as you gushed more and more, drenching the sheets under you.
"So good to me...I'll give you what you want. I'll cum in this pretty pussy of yours," he promises, kissing down your jaw.
His thrusts falter a bit as he feels his muscles tire in his thighs. One, two, three thrusts-- and he pushes fully inside one last time, cumming. You whimper, feeling hot as his cum floods inside you. You two stay there, intertwined with each other. You slowly quieten as the aftershocks of your orgasm run their course. Scaramouche absentmindedly thumbs your waist, humming lowly.
"You okay?" He questions, keeping his voice low. You nod, peeking up at him.
"Tired, want to sleep."
He doesn't waste any time, slowly lowering himself onto the bed. He maneuvers you around, still sheathed inside you fully. Wrapping your arms around him, he buries your face in your back, wincing when he feels your insides squeeze him.
"Good night, Y/N."
🙈 It's been a hot minute since I've written smut.
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