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mooishbeam · 9 months

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『♡』 Servant’s Secret

♡ featuring: ayato kamisato x f!reader

♡ summary: the commissioner catches you during some alone time, and decides that punishment is in order. wc: 2.1k+

♡ cw/tw: afab, unprotected sex, breeding, edging, overstimulation, spanking, humiliation, slightly sadist?, cunnilingus, mild degradation, pet names (bunny)

notes: hello! I read a lot of smut but never write it and it's been years since I've written anything so I figured I'd give it a try! sorry if I'm a bit rusty. let me know if u like it <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated!

The commissioner was a busy man. When he occasionally visited the town, his honeyed words left a lasting pleasant impression on the public. However, Ayato would be gone many nights, returning haggard from cumbersome affairs. He flashes a gentle smile, reluctant to reveal the vitriol he harbored for these repetitive duties. He was a man to be feared, stopping at nothing to achieve his goals. Stern and prideful and clement. Only the most loyal companions could see him in this vulnerable state. Therefore, it came as a surprise to Ayato when he took a liking to you.

Maybe it was the way you accidentally beamed whenever he returned to you, awaiting his arrival like a loyal pet. “Welcome back, my lord.” You’d say in a monotone cadence. Though you were anything but when he wasn’t around. When you and Thoma had your weekly water fights in the kitchen during food prep he pretended not to notice. When your soft giggle echoed against the confines of his heart, he pretended not to notice.

Simply because the thought of you smiling for everyone but him was frustrating.

You were a lowly servant. You were careful not to disturb his tedious work. You felt he was much more important than you; a man this compassionate and protective over his people should be considered in the highest regard. Still, you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks glow hot whenever he called your name, saccharine vibrations that sent shivers down your spine. Sometimes his gloved hand would graze against your shoulder or neck, leading you to wonder how it would feel in other places. He never caught you dozing off—or so you thought—but daydreaming about his lips decorating your neck was a daily occurrence.

Tonight, was a night like any other after finishing your tasks. As you wandered through the garden, the stars casted an orchestra across the welkin. You tell yourself repeatedly to repress the improper thoughts you had of him. But turning to the sky to cleanse your mind doesn’t always help, and so you return to your quarters for a more direct approach.

Sliding your hands between your legs, the only thing you can think about is Ayato’s delicate fingers working their way inside you, kissing the shell of your ear with light praises. Usually, you were more careful to lock the door and control your voice, but your senses were clouded with the stimulation of chasing your high. “Ayato...” you whimpered into the bed sheets continuously. Just as you were about to cum, a familiar voice approached the door. “(Y/N)? In the morning I need you to- “. Cracking the door open, Ayato caught a glimpse of your flustered, trembling figure.

It happened so fast you couldn’t register it. He immediately shut the door, followed by a quick “My apologies”. Your orgasm was immediately ruined, and you were mortified. You never prayed to an archon before now, but you called on all of them to save you in this moment.

Your plan was to avoid him at all costs. The only thing you could hope for was that he didn’t catch the moaning. Your tasks for the next two days were done quickly and quietly, too stricken by horror to bear seeing his face. Ayato immediately caught on, but the thought of chasing you was slightly amusing to him.

On the third day, your cleaning was just wrapping up.

“Excellent job today, (Y/N).” His presence this close to your ear was shocking and you almost dropped the duster in your hand. “Thank you, my lord. I’ll be going now.”

“Mm, no. I would like to speak with you privately.” He said, his lips slightly curling. You wanted anything but that right now.

“Have I… have I done something wrong my lord?”

“Have you?” He retorts, his eyes peering into yours. You felt all the air leave your chest. “I don’t think so, no.”

“Okay, come then.” His tone was almost commanding more than playful, and you knew not to protest.

In his quarters, you both sat quietly for some time. He leaned forward with his hands under his chin, staring at you from across the desk. You try your best to avert his gaze, but his eyes never leave you. The room feels so much smaller now, like a predator surrounding its prey.

“You’ve been avoiding me. Have I done something to offend you?”

“No, my lord” you reassure him, “I was just feeling a bit ill.”

“Ah, I see.” He lazily covered his mouth with one hand, attempting to stifle the sly smirk that creeped onto his face.

“I can’t allow my subordinate to fall under the weather. May I check?” You allowed him to get closer. He removed one glove and grazed his hand against your face, then the back of your neck, then your ears. You were burning up just from the contact of his bare hand.

“You feel hot. Looks like a bad fever.” You nod along, fueling the lie.

“Do liars commonly come down with the flu?”

“…What?”

“You were shaking and sweating when I caught you a few days ago, perhaps that’s a symptom.” You immediately knew what he was talking about and went into panic mode looking for a proper explanation. Instead of padding for more lies, you drop to your knees and bow your head.

“I’m so sorry, my lord. My actions were disrespectful and crude and this will never happen again.”

A soft ‘tsk’ came from Ayato. “Why are you using ‘my lord’ when my first name was commonplace on your lips not too long ago?” Nothing could make your life worse right now. You couldn’t find any other words and bowed your head again.

“I’m deeply sorry.”

“…So, what should I do? I can’t just allow this to go unpunished.”

“I’ll accept any punishment, my lord.”

His eyes darkened at this statement.

“Anything?”

“Your lying is more indecent than everything else. What did you say again?”

You were completely stripped naked and bent over his desk, your hands tied behind your back. It was an hour since you accepted your punishment, and you came three times already. A clit sucker is attached to your pussy, while Ayato sits back and curls his fingers into your dripping heat. Any rational thought you had sunk a while ago. “So- ’m so sorry my lord.” Your words teeter on babbling; mind foggy from his skillful digits. A sharp slap makes contact with your ass a few times, forcing your back to arch and send spikes of pleasure through your legs.

“I’d appreciate it if my pet was more honest. But it’s okay, I have no problem reteaching obedience.”

He sped up his fingers, matching the movement of your body writhing in pleasure. Your cum dripping down his gloved fingers made his cock twitch and grow in his tightening slacks. “Poor thing, your pussy is so puffy and sensitive. You’re not going to give up on me, right?” He detached the sucker from your clit and admired how swollen you were. The feeling of being empty made you whine, before he sent a stinging slap to your clit.

“Ah. No, my l- “Before you could finish, Ayato shoved his fingers covered in your essence in your mouth. You sucked on his fingers, and he tugged your hair roughly, forcing you to look up at him. “You are not to call me ‘my lord’ anymore. Only Ayato. Do you understand?” You nod through half-lidded eyes.

“Good girl.” He spread your backside to get a perfect view of the sticky mess coating your inner thighs and ass and licked a long stripe into you. The feeling of his wet muscle invaded your senses and turned your brain to mush. He ate you out like a starving man, grunting from the squelching noises that erupted from your core whenever he sucked on your folds. He stopped occasionally to catch his breath and went back in to lap up your juices.

“Please Ayato, ‘M gonna cum.” He was greedy and unforgiving, feeling his smile soaked in your arousal whenever you pulled away because it was too much. The raw sensation made your knees buckle, but your legs subconsciously opened wider for him. You just wanted to be good for him. Then he suddenly stopped.

“Are you sure you deserve it?” He cooed. You turn to meet his dark sadistic gaze.

“Please.” Your words are broken and fall to a whisper, tears spilling from heightened sensitivity. His smile is soft sunlight despite the look in his eyes, and he takes your chin within the caress of his palm. “When you misbehave, these things happen. I don’t think you deserve it just yet.”

Ayato cut the restraints binding your wrists and carries you bridal style to the plush bedding further in his chambers. He set you down like a delicate flower and began to strip. You try your best to cover yourself, but the numbness in your limbs protested. “Exposing yourself so shamefully in front of the commissioner, how errant.” He teases. Ayato finally springs his cock free, sticky with precum and desire. His veins meet the underside of his shaft and angry red tip, begging to be buried inside you. He steadies over you, placing a breathtaking kiss to trailing soft pecks and bites along your ear. It was stirring you up all over again, and you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kisses. “Wan’ you.” You mumble between breaths.

“Do you? Beg for it.” You suddenly get shy, unable to find the words. “Tell me exactly what you want, my little bunny.”

“I want... I want you to ruin me. I need it bad Ayato please.” For some reason, verbalizing what you wanted was much more embarrassing, and he felt your reluctance. “This shouldn’t be too hard for you, right? What did you think about when you touched yourself to me?” His directness makes you cower. “Did I face-fuck you to tears or was I more passionate. Tell me everything.” Your breath hitched. “I want your cock deep inside me and I want you to breed me. I don’t want you to hold back, do whatever you want to me please.” This answer seems to satisfy him.

“Good girl.”

Ayato positions you into a mating press and in one motion shoves himself balls deep in your sex. His breath is ragged, and the feeling of your walls sucking and clenching around him perfectly drove him over the edge. He begins driving himself in and out of you from base to tip, squelching and slapping from his balls against your ass echoed throughout the room. His veins dragging along your most sensitive spots combined with the tuft of hair that made contact with your clit after each thrust make you dizzy. You're drowning in his scent and your heart is drumming in your chest. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” His words come out shaky. “My little bunny. You’re mine. Say it.” His thrusts get needier and rougher, and his whimpers turn to breathy whining. The coil tightening in your stomach threatened to snap at any minute, but you held on for permission.

“I'm yours, Ayato. Please-”

“Go ahead, cum for me bunny. Cum on my cock.” Stern, almost like a command, he speeds up and begins to rub circles on your abused clit. Your legs shake and you throw your head back along with your eyes. You came on him with a scream, violently clenching and pulsing around his girth. He doesn’t stop and fucks you through your high as he is approaching his. “Where do you want my cum?” Everything in you clung to him tightly, and so you begged for him to do it inside.

“Fuck- you’re such a good slut. All for me.” He finally reaches his climax, stuffing you to the hilt and spurting into you. Thick, hot cum fills you from the inside as he whimpers throughout it, feeling his cock twitch at times. He stays there for a while, making sure you were properly full. Making sure he owned you. You were so exhausted you ended up dozing off with him still inside.

You wake up to a sleeping Ayato, eyes lingering on the scratches littering his back. You were cleaned up, minus the dark bite marks dotted around your torso. The early morning sun reflected on him like an angel, and you wanted nothing more than to stay with him. Recollecting the hot daze on his face from the previous night, surely there wouldn’t be any harm in continuing this arrangement.

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honeydazai · 2 years

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when you say their dick is too big

feat.: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli, Itto, Scaramouche, Ayato, Albedo, Xiao

warnings: nsfw content, size difference, dacryphilia, degradation, praise, breeding kink, choking, Itto has a knot and barbs on his cock, Zhongli has two dicks

DILUC stops immediately when you tell him to — hurting you is the last thing he wants —, though he can't help but chuckle when you, teary-eyed, tell him that his dick is too big and that it won't fit. He quickly shushes you with a gentle kiss, his smile warm and loving as he reassures you that it'll be fine, he'll try to be as careful as possible.

Even though he tries to go slow for your comfort, he groans in pleasure when he finally bottoms out inside of you, your hips flush together, and while he had originally planned to give you some time to adjust to his size, he can't help but pick up a fast and hard pace a few moments later, because what you don't know is that your words sent a white hot spike of pleasure up his spine. His size kink is thriving, especially when there's a slight bulge showing through your stomach as he thrusts into you.

“You're alright, dear. It'll fit, don't worry. Ah, fuck—, you feel so tight around me. Archons, you can even see my dick through your stomach — fuck.”

When you complain to KAEYA about his cock being too large to fit inside of you, he genuinely can't help but laugh. You're adorable — really, he's at a loss of words here. There's a smile on his lips as he tells you that you'll be alright, and he doesn't bother to stop pushing into you; giving you time to breathe would only result in you overthinking even more. Besides, he knows you'll be fine.

When he finally pounds into you, his hips slapping against your own with lewd squelching noises accompanying each thrust, you're moaning and keening, your back arching, and there's mocking words and teasing sentences falling from Kaeya's lips before he can stop himself, but, really, who can blame him? Just a moment ago, you were protesting and worrying, and now you're taking his dick like a champ — it's almost ironic, really.

“Ah, look at you, darling. Weren't you just whining about my dick being too big for you? Now you're practically sucking me in. That's adorable. Makes me wonder if that innocent persona of you was but an act, doll.”

CHILDE has got you bent in half in a mating press when you whine about him being too big, his dick being too deep inside of you, and he couldn't deny that your words made his cock twitch inside of you even if he tried. He scoffs, obviously amused, and it's such a huge ego boost that he thrusts into you roughly, his hips flush with yours as he bottoms out in one quick movement that has you gasping and crying out.

There's some half-assed shushing from him as he assures you that it's fine, you'll be alright, but in reality, you're barely able to understand what he's saying with the almost violent pace he has set and he knows it. You're drooling while he pounds into you, saliva dripping down your chin, and Childe isn't shy to mock you for how desperate you look. By the end of it, he makes sure you're literally dripping with his cum.

“Fuck, babe, that's so hot—, you think I'm too big for your tight little hole, hm? Don't you worry, baby, I'll fill you up so good. You'll be fine—, ah, fuck, I promise, just let me make you feel good. Just let me breed you.”

ZHONGLI raises his eyebrows when you complain about his size in a seriously worried tone, but he's quick to shush you despite not understanding why you seem to have trouble taking only one of his cocks. The other one is resting against your abdomen as he slowly but surely continues to push into you, the tip of it dripping precum onto your skin.

While he's constantly praising you for how well you're taking him, he can't help that he enjoys seeing your eyes all glassy with tears, and his thoughts immediately go to how you'd cry and whine under him if he were to fuck you with both dicks, only to fill you up and breed you.

“You're so good for me, darling. You take me so well. In fact, I'm quite certain you'd even be able to take both of my cocks if you'd like to try.”

Honestly, ITTO is used to this kind of reaction. He's a big guy all around, which is why it doesn't come as a surprise when you claw at his back and whimper about him not being able to fit inside of you. Still, while he understands your worries, he's too much into it to stop now; he can't help that he continues to push into you until you're stretched wide around his dick.

He at least has the decency to apologise while thrusting into you, his hips slapping against your ass, even though he gets a massive ego boost from the way you're crying out. His apologies don't make it better — especially because his size isn't the only thing you have to deal with. What's much more difficult to take are the barbs on his cock, as well as his knot once he fills you up, but what can he say; he's an oni through and through and his biology is intent on breeding you.

“Ah, baby, fuck, 'm sorry, I don't wanna hurt you, fuck, I promise, you just feel so good, can't stop, please, babe, I need to fill you up—”

Honestly, SCARAMOUCHE thinks of you as ridiculously naive for even hoping that he'll be merciful when you blabber something about his cock being too big. You're on all fours underneath him, cheek against the ground and ass raised, and he's not above taunting you as he repeats your whiny plea in a mocking, high-pitched voice.

As if inspired by your words, he thrusts into you at once, his pace rougher than it needs to be solely because he wants to see you cry on his cock, your cheeks flushing and your eyes crossing as you clench around him. When he feels particularly mean, he even wraps a hand around your throat, if only to hear your high-pitched keening noises as you choke and whine, your thighs trembling and tears dripping down your cheeks.

“What are you saying? It won't fit? Oh, I'll make it fit, don't you worry. Besides, you're already dripping wet. Fucking slut. This is the only thing you're good for, so shut up and take what I decide to give you.”

While AYATO is quick to coo soothing words at you, his voice a low purr and with his hands gently caressing the curve of your hip, his lips also curl into a smirk. You can't see the way his eyes sparkle with mischief and something more sinister because of your position — your cheek pressed against the pillows, your back arched and ass raised —, but that his polite words are just a facade is obvious in the way his hips snap against yours.

The urge to make you cry just because of his cock makes his movements more hurried and rough, his usual effortless grace bleeding away into impatience and brutal thrusts. His nails dig into your hips as he rocks into you until your thighs are shaking and tears drip down your flushed cheeks, needy noises falling from your lips, and Ayato can't help that he wants nothing more than to truly break you.

“Oh, am I too big for you, love? Are you saying you can't take it? That'd be a shame, I was hoping to have you come on my cock. Ah, there you go — look, it fits. You're such a slut in reality, hm, darling?”

ALBEDO pauses the second you whine about his dick being too big to fit inside of you, his head cocked to the side in a curious manner as his gaze meets your teary eyes. While he's an attentive and observant lover, he also can't deny that his cock twitches inside of you at hearing you say that.

He tells you matter-of-factly that there's no need to worry, that your body is quite literally made for this and that it's obvious in the way your cunt is basically sucking him in, before continuing to push in until he bottoms out, your hips flush together. If you haven't relaxed until then, he's honestly at a loss of what to do, though a feeling of pride spreads through his veins when you finally moan and mewl in pleasure rather than in fear. He just loves being correct.

“Oh? Look at you, dripping wet around my dick. Didn't I tell you you were going to be alright? You're literally made to take my dick, love, and it seems you're a natural at it, too.”

When you first tell him to stop, please, that his dick is never going to fit inside of you, XIAO scoffs, his eyebrows drawn together into a frown. For a moment, he genuinely thinks you're making fun of him, though he quickly stops moving when he notices that there's tears welling up in your eyes.

The last thing he wants is to hurt you, which is why he pauses immediately. It doesn't matter how aroused he is, your comfort is his top priority, which is why he'll only continue once you give him the consent to. Even when he finally bottoms out inside of you, his hips flush with yours and with you mewling underneath him, he checks in on you to make sure you're alright.

“Fuck, I—, please, love, are you alright? Tell me. How are you feeling? May I continue? Fuck, you're so damn tight around me.”

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dollwrites · 5 months

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Doll my beloved I am PLEADING for a dizzy drabble featuring possessive!Kamisato Ayato, possibly with some VERY light degradation, in honor of Ayato’s gacha return

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high ( or, dizzy ) and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. if there’s no indication by the request, you can assume that the fic is nsfw + dark-leaning, if not blatantly dark. these pieces are never proof read so mistakes are probably present. < 3 enjoy your experience

“What did I tell you, hm?” Ayato’s voice was as soft as silk and much too steady, it was almost unnerving. “I don’t like it when you leave the estate. You draw too much attention to yourself; too many eyes gawk at your beauty.” with a gentle touch, his slender digits trace the veins in your neck upwards, until the warmth of his glove-clad fingertips tilts your chin upwards. coaxing you to crane your neck and look up at him as he fucks you from behind. when your eyes meet his, his hips buck forward to slam against yours in a deep, meaningful thrust. as if claiming your insides. “That beauty— is off limits to anyone else.”

there’s a finality in his voice, as if you were and always would be his property.

“S—sorry, sir.” you whine, breathless with your eyelids fluttering. Miss Ayaka asked if I would—“

“Do you belong to my sister?” Ayato questioned, a thin brow arching. the corner of his lip twitched, and his free hand grasped the edge of the desk that you were bent over. “Or, do you belong to me?”

your toes just barely ghost against the floor, and you can feel your panties discarded there, having been shimmied all the way down, and then shook off to the rhythm of his punishing thrusts.

“I…” you gasp, feeling his fingers tighten on your jaw, as if ready to squeeze if you gave him the wrong answer. “Y—you, master!”

“So,” another deep stroke, and you could feel him pulsating inside you, his throbbing veins rubbing your twitching canal raw. it makes you mewl, but the pathetic sound is drowned out by his next question, “do you do what she says? Or, do you do what I say?”

“W—what you say, ah!”

Ayato seems pleased enough by your answer, or perhaps the fervent manner in which your cunt clenches around him, because he moans, soft and happy. and a rosy tint begins to tickle his cheeks. “That’s right.” he whispers, palm pressing against your cheek. “But you should’ve come to that conclusion sooner, silly little sweetling.” a light slap to your fleshy cheeks temporarily stuns you, the sting prickling in the shape of his hand. “Because now, I’ll have to remind you what you are.” another slap, this time a bit harder, and you close your eyes against the impact, biting down on your lip as you feel the hand on the desk grasp your hip instead, pulling you into a growing and furious tempo that you know would turn into ruthless fucking in a matter of moments. you take several ragged breaths and scramble on the desk to try and dampen the overwhelming sensations that flood your body. “A pretty, but simple set of holes. For myself alone to indulge. Never forget that, sweetling. If I weren’t here to pump you full, you would have no other purpose.” with that, he gives you a startlingly soft kiss on your temple.

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ilyluffy · 1 year

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𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 + 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: having ayato pose as your boyfriend couldn’t possible go wrong right?…

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: rich boy!ayato kamisato x afab!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: soft dom!ayato, modern au, fake dating, mentions of arranged marriage, assumed unrequited feelings, reader wears a dress, angst to fluff, petnames “love”, public sex, vaginal sex, creampie

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k+

𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒. being the oldest child in a prominent family, he had a lot of expectations he had to meet. one being that he had to work for his family's business so one day he could eventually become the ceo. that didn’t really scare him too much. ayato was a natural at the job and excelled the moment he graduated and was given a position in the company.

no, the expectation that truly terrified him was courting. everyone was waiting for him to settle down with someone and start a family. ayato wasn’t particularly interested in that. he wanted to focus all his time on his career but unfortunately his mother and father were persistent. they went as far as to arrange for ayato to go on dates with children of their business partners and family friends.

all these dates of course resulted in failure, much to his parent’s dismay. this whole thing was becoming a headache to ayato and it was beginning to affect his work. he needed to find a way to remove some of the pressure that was put on him. who knew that it would be his little ayaka who would present him with a solution.

turns out he wasn’t the only one who was in need of a suitor. you, a friend of ayaka’s, we’re constantly being asked by your own parents when you’d find a nice man. where you differed from ayato was that you went as far as to lie to get them off your back. this proved to be a mistake because now everyone was ready to meet your made up boyfriend at an upcoming family wedding.

it was the perfect opportunity for the two of you. you got bonus points for being someone ayato already knew and because you were already well liked by the entire kamisato family. so he meets up with you for a lunch date to work out the details of your arrangement.

at the end of the day it was decided that before the wedding you’d come to a few of his family dinners, attend a couple company gala’s, and all around just be seen together so that the lie was more believable. this sounded like a fair enough deal. besides, you genuinely enjoyed being around ayato so he was the best choice to pose as your pretend boyfriend.

little did you know how quickly things would feel less pretend and more heart achingly real. you found yourself unexpectedly falling really hard for ayato. now you are in an even bigger predicament than you were before. at the moment you were in love with someone who you agreed not to have a real relationship with. you honestly weren’t sure what you were supposed to do as you got ready for the wedding.

a wave of self hatred washes over you as you change into the dress that ayato bought for you. you were shamefully going out of your way to make yourself look nice for him. what was wrong with you? at this point you were feeling pathetic. maybe you should cancel and make up some story about how you were sick…

on the other hand if you were a no show at the ceremony people would surely connect the dots. as you were wrestling what the right thing to do was you hear a knock at your front door. rushing to answer it, you ultimately find ayato standing outside.

“you look very nice” he compliments, flashing you a charming smile after taking in your appearance. “are you ready to go?”.

“yes!” you reply without really thinking. you want to smack yourself in the face for that. now you have no choice what to go. trying to act like you aren’t as distressed as you are, you slip on your shoes and take ayato’s arm so he can lead you to the car.

during almost the entirety of the limo ride and even the wedding ceremony, you’re in your own head. what do you do? do you try to tell ayato how you feel or do you end things the moment this event is over so you don’t get even more attached? you’re totally clueless on what to do and you only really snap out of your anxious thoughts when the vows are over.

eventually you find yourself standing amongst other guests waiting for the bride to toss the bouquet. you’re barely paying attention and yet the flowers land in your arms. your face heats up when a number of eyes land on you and ayato. this is what pushes you over the edge. you can’t stand listening to people joke about how you two are next. you know that’ll never happen and that’s why you begin to tear up.

“good catch- what’s wrong?” ayato asks when he notices you getting emotional. trying to avoid his eyes, you shove the bouquet into his chest.

“i-i need a minute” you stutter, rushing away to a private place.

receiving your first lucky break of the day, you find a empty room in the venue. the minute you shut the doors behind you, you begin to sob. it’s almost cliche that you’re here weeping at a wedding because your feelings are one sided. what’s even cheesier is that ayato followed you and walked in on you crying.

“what’s the matter, love?” he asks as he walks over to cup your face. you’re almost tempted to beg him not to speak to you like that, not to handle you so tenderly because it’ll give you a false sense of hope. however you prove to be too weak to refuse him. the moment ayato caresses your cheek to wipe away the tears you melt into his touch.

“n-nothing. i’m fine. let’s go back and join everyone” you sniffle, attempting to pull him back toward the exit. unfortunately you wouldn’t get away so easily. ayato doesn’t budge, insisting that you talk to him. “i… this whole thing, us pretending to be a couple, was a bad idea” you blurt out, unable to keep your mouth shut.

ayato blinks a few times, taken aback by that sentence. “how so?”.

“because…” you squeeze your eyes shut, too humiliated to meet his gaze. “because all this charade made me want to do is be with you for real. i love you-” you get choked up in the middle of your confession and with your vision still impaired you don’t see ayato’s reaction. “i love you so much but i know that it won’t be reciprocated. it would be selfish for me to after you tell me why you have no interest in being with anyone”.

following your revolution you realize that you’ve barely been breathing. taking a moment to inhale and exhale, you continue once you’ve calmed down a little. “once this ridiculous wedding is over, that should be the end of this. for both our sakes”.

silence fills the room as you finish saying you peace. the next thing you hear ringing in your ears is ayato’s chuckles. that makes your eyes snap open in shock. it’s so out of character for him to be cruel and laugh at your heartbreak. but when you see the expression on his face it isn’t an apathetic one. you have a hard time reading it but eventually you figure it out. he’s relieved.

“and here i was thinking that i was the only one who broke the conditions of our agreement” he smiles softly back at you once he regains composure. “love… there’s no need to be ashamed or for us to break things off because i feel the same way about you”.

it takes a while for that really to sink in for you. your first instinct is to accuse him of lying. surely he was only trying to not hurt your feelings or keep this agreement going between the two of you for his own benefit. however, when ayato leans down to melt his lips into yours you know. it’s the truth. no one who kisses like that would be faking anything.

as time passes the kiss grows deeper. you allow ayato’s tongue to slip inside so it could dance with your own. you’re not exactly sure how things escalated but within the blink of an eye he’s pinning you against the nearest surface, which just so happened to be the wall. “i want you,” ayato’s murmurs with a hand already slipping up your dress. “want to make you mine. may i?”.

your panting a little when he pulls away to wait for your response. although you’re already in a haze but nod your head anyway. taking you on your word, ayato unbuckles his belt with his free hand. you don’t even give him the chance to take out his cock before you’re slipping your hand down his pants. a moan falls from ayato’s mouth the minute you grab his length. you give him a few strokes before you pull out his hard on for him.

“gonna take these off” he tells you as his fingers tug at the waistband on your panties. you let him slip your underwear down and off your legs. after stuffing the lacy fabric in his pocket, ayato announces that he’s going to lift you up. again, you allow him to do as he wishes with you and the next thing you know ayato’s picking you up by your thighs and pushing your back flush against the wall.

“normally i’d take my time with this but we’ll have to make things quick so no one starts to wonder where we are,” ayato mumbles, simultaneously sucking on your neck and teasing your entrance with his tip. “promise i’ll make it up to you later”.

“don’t care” you reassure him with your arms and legs securely wrapped around him. “just want you to fuck me. doesn’t matter how long it takes”.

there’s another chuckle from ayato before he begins inching into your needy pussy. “alright my love. not to worry. we’re both going to feel good”.

you have to bury your head into the crook of ayato’s neck to muffle your whimpers. although he had claimed that this was going to be a quickie he was still not rushing bottoming out. the last thing ayato wants is to hurt you so his cock his slowly filling up your cunt. as he adds more and more of his cock you feel yourself become totally entranced.

“oh god. you feel amazing” ayato praises once he’s finally balls deep. “don’t think i’ll ever be able to let you go. you’ll stay by my side, right?”.

“yes, yes” you chant as tears of pleasure collect on your eyelashes. “i’m yours and only yours. p-please, start moving”.

your wish is his command. like you said, you’re ayato’s now and therefore he’ll do absolutely anything for you. pecking your temple, ayato determines that you’ve had enough time to adjust. so with that ayato starts to set a steady pace.

with every grind of his hips you mewl ayato’s name in his ear. oh how he’s dreamed of hearing that since he first fell for you. not only does his heart feel full but his resolve is weak. he’s not going to last long. that would be a good thing if he wasn’t worried about cumming before you. your perfection is far too overwhelming. to fix the problem ayato attempts to focus on your pleasure.

holding back his own orgasm, ayato tries to locate his sweet spot. like he’s a master of your body, he manages to find it quicker than expected. he can tell it’s that special spot when your moans get a little louder. he should probably be more concerned with someone hearing you but instead ayato jackhammers that specific area to push you along.

only increasing the intensity, ayato holds you up with one arm and uses his other hand to rub your clit. with his fingers massaging and pinching your sensitive nub, you begin tightening around him. “i-i’m gonna cum” you whine.

“then cum for me, my love,” ayato encouraged, his thrusts becoming sharper. “but let me see that pretty face of yours”.

it’s a little embarrassing but you do as you’re asked. raising your head, which is hot from sex and humiliation, you keep eye contact with ayato as your body starts to shake. with your heels pushing into his back, you suddenly cream around him.

uncharacteristically, ayato curses at your post orgasm expression. your glossy eyes and tongue hanging out ever so slightly makes his dick twitch. it’s too unbearable for him to hold back anymore. groaning, ayato follows your lead by spilling his seed deep into your cunt. it’s so much more than either of you suspected it would be. his warm cum overflows out of your pussy and drips down your ass, creating a pool on the floor.

“my apologies” says ayato, making sure to set you down next to the puddle. “i’ll go find something to clean you up with. i’m sure there’s some napkins at the reception”.

he gives you a little kiss before he makes his way to the exit. right as he was about to disappear you called out to him. “ayato! c-can we… can we dance after we take care of this?” you request awkwardly, clamping your legs together as you try to make matters worse.

you receive a loving smile in return. “of course, love. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐈’𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇”.

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blueparadis · 7 months

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╰┈➤ INSCAPE ✦ AYATO KAMISATO.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + synopsis ➢ After a year of marriage when your confrontation strikes the heart of lord kamisato, he dedices to play fair and by your rules. Certainly, if he does what you ask of him, you would not be angry at him would you now?

⟣ ──┈ · · · + cw ➣ fem!reader, wife!reader, husband!ayato kamisato, trophy wife treatment, terms of endearment, established relationship, marriage of convenience, angst and comfort, enemies to lovers dynamic, sorta hate sex ( but there is no sex. i mean there is but just a little ),drunk!reader, marking, temperature play ( wax play + ice play ), virginity k!nk, foreplay, aftercare >> implied piv sex; 2,2k word count. | blog navigation + koct’23 masterlist. |

A month has passed since you stepped into the Kamisato estate yet Ayato rarely made time for his wife. Of course, like all other men, he used work as an excuse to avoid you like a plague. How could he not? When you confessed that your father had forced you into this marriage with tears in your eyes and rage in your heart yelling that if you could you would have rather die than be a man like him. It was a bolt from the blue to see someone with whom Ayato had decided to share half of him choose death over him. So, Ayato kept his distance; kept up the mirage of this marriage, and deserted you in your misery. It has been a month since the day you married him and nothing has changed since then.

As usual, after eight, Thoma accompanied his master to the study room. “Tomorrow I have to go somewhere. Thoma, please take care of the household for a day.” His butler listens and nods.

“When will you be back Lord Ayato?” Thoma asked hanging his master’s coat in the rack. “Will your lady accompany you?” Ayato pauses stacking files one upon the other on his hand to ponder and then answers.

“It is just work-related.” Thoma beams at that and leaves his master alone in his room. The part where Ayato stands is just the entrance, where the light is always on. He grabs another candle stand and walks up to his desk in the dark, lighting them up. And, when he turns around his eyes glimmered on you like grapes ripening before the arrival of the season.

You turn around standing against the window admiring the moon in its glory with a goblet in your hand and a wine bottle kept on your husband’s table. It is empty. You look at your husband, part your lips, and bring the goblet near your soft lips speaking in a calm tone. “You do not seem surprised to see me here.” You take a sip and tilt your head. “Have you been thinking about me—like this: standing here, waiting for you, my love?” Ayato does not break his silence. He just watches like a hawk. He leans against his desk crossing his arms over his chest.

You slowly walk up to him making sure you do not trip. The moment you move the world takes a quick spin, composing yourself you see your husband inches away from you. Finishing the last bit of wine you keep the glass on the desk. You keep your hands on the desk along his firm stature and lean into his face. “Or were you expecting someone else, my love?” You are clearly drunk and maybe so, because you wanted to confront him since never before have you been this rebellious.

Ayato has always kept a distance from you, letting you live freely, working the way you want. While attending parties and get-togethers, you were cautious not to let the curtain of perfect marriage slip and show the world its ugly, rotten side. At times like that, his heart warmed from your vicinity; mind and body at constant battle for you. Of course, what would you know what it is like to love someone, and get nothing in return? That kind of love eats you from the inside.

If you hated him openly he could give you an excuse, perhaps an affair or chronic drinking habit but you are perfect maintaining this marriage. But you suspected him of cheating on you was salt to his wound. It hurt his pride.

Ayato grabs one of your hands, pushing it away and spinning you to stand behind you. Both of your hands are under his grip. His left hand being free finds its way over your breasts. He does not like them. There is a fair amount of distance between his left hand and your upper body. As he finishes tracing your body and ultimately keeping his gloved hand over your belly button he hoarsely whispered into your ears, “You tell me. For whom are you wearing this flimsy dress?

He rests his chin over the nook of your shoulders. You release a soft breath. “Or is it because you have been lonely?” You rub your thighs together feeling the warmth of his breath behind your ears. “Did you ask help from Thoma?”

“What? How could you—I’d never— Ayato shuhses you swinging his body a little making you sway, as if calming a crying baby. Then he speaks sternly, “At least I have a name. Who are you accusing me of?”

“Why are you breathing so hard, love?” He exclaims eye over your belly letting you know how much he can feel your restlessness.

“Leave me Ayato. Leave my hand.” You murmur. There is still a fight in you despite being hurt. He rubs his nose against your shoulder line making you arch your head a bit. He is trying to remember what triggered you and that you were willing to wash all your pride and shame to come to him. You hear a pop sound and a little later feel the graze of his lips, the hot breaths. He understands now. He understands why, why are you here? Closing his mouth he presses his body against your back.

You turn your head to take a look at his face. Your eyes are burning, eyelids heavy and vision focuses and defocuses often. “Thoma— he will, will be here to serve your dinner.” You drawl, one word toppling over the other. The way you took his butler’s name sounded like you were moaning it. “Please. Please Ayato. Leave me.” You feel his hand that was over your tummy loving away and as you take a sigh of relief you turn your face from him. As you close your eyes to dull the incoming wave of pain, you feel his hands underneath your nightgown, nudging in between your thighs seeking permission.

“What?” Ayato drawls tightening his grip on your wrists at the valley of your waist. “Didn’t you say you hated me on our first night? Then, why are you so wet?” He elongated ‘so’ as he spoke into your ears causing goosebumps to light up your supple skin. Embarrassment and shame bloomed all over your body. Your mind denied him while your body was willing to accept him. Not to mention that you are so wet and just from this? Another lie came into the light. The fact that you told him that you were a virgin to keep him ravaging you away is such a brave and bold move.

“Aren’t you full of surprises my love?” He pulls out his gloved hand making you whimper and extends it in front of you to show how much you are turned on. Your arousal stuck onto his gloved hands, drips along the base of his palm as he motions his ring and middle finger. “Not only that,” He scooted over to a side shamelessly staring at your breasts, “Your nipples. They are hard.” His lips moved closer to your ears. He whispers, “So hard.” Makes him wanna suck and bruise them.

The wine is doing its job perfectly. Your senses are lithe and loose. There is a tingling feeling all over your skin and wherever his touch graces, the feeling magnifies resonating in between your legs. The grip on your hands that are held at your back is still there, still so strong. You fidget with your hands a little and Ayato shifts his hand, inserting his fingers through the gaps of your of both hands locking them firmly.

You turn your head, with lust coinciding with desperation in your eyes, and your lips dash onto yours. Ayato is surprised at first but when he notices that your eyes are closed, lips so dedicatedly working against his he returns the favor. You think his instincts are becoming dilute. You slip your tongue trying to dull his senses more so that you can break free from his hold but all you feel is the cold grab of his gloved hand on your breasts over the cloth. Your body curls instantly under his touch making you snatch your mouth away.

“C’mon, it is our one-month anniversary. Let’s celebrate.” He mutters reading into your thoughts and then, pulling his glove by holding it in between his teeth exposing his ivory white skin. When he inclines for a kiss you turn away your head. Your breaths become erratic, heavy, and irregular. He can help you with that but you are being so stubborn. There is a pregnant pause before he bends you over the desk, and towers above you to murmur into your ears. “Fine. Have it your way.”

Ayato stands spreading his legs further against your lower body making you immobile. Still, you manage to turn and face him. You notice him holding a candle in one hand. You could sense what was going on in his mind but before your body could follow the directions of your mind he grabbed your hands, locked them by slipping his fingers into yours and pinning them over your head. He lets a drop of wax fall onto your body. It is good that your robe is still on you. But it does not hurt much, there is a pleasure rapidly following the stinging pain making you greedy for another shot.

“That is no good. You are enjoying it.” He growls and pulls your robe down letting a train of wax fall on your skin. You try to scream, thinking about the amount of pain you will get but Ayato’s lips block you from doing so. Tears rolling from the corner of your eyes yet you do not want to let go of his lips. He is kissing so fervently, hungrily. You did not think your husband was capable of such passion.

Ayato breaks the kiss. The resistive forces in your body have died now. He does not even have to tell you to stay still. He bends the candle to let the wax fall on your skin again holding your garment above your boobs. “Now, my dear wife. Who are you trying to provoke by not wearing anything under? Is it me?” He drawls dramatically letting the wax fall in a trail over your boob writing the letters of his initials. You do not scream, neither protest but rather moan in pleasure. The pleasure is addictive, like the cool Breeze after a storm.

Keeping the candle in its place he pulls you up embracing. A certain while you feel the hot wax on your back again and you bite onto the column of his neck. The more he pours, the stronger your sucks and bites become. Once the candle reduces to half he stops and watching your body so bruised and red makes him mourn but the look on your face turns the table.

“Ayato. Ayato, please. I need you.” you start. Intoxication is still in effect numbing your senses. “I need you inside me, please, I miss you.” you moan and whimper in his arms. Ayato hears a knock. He knows it is Thoma. Must have heard your voices. Slipping his coat over you he takes you into his arms.

“Lord Ayato—” he gasps, opening the door. Ayato adjusts you in his arms and you curl into his chest.

He instructs, “Thoma. We are going to have dinner later.” and walks towards the washroom. Thoma asks if he should prepare a bath but Ayato just tells him he needs some ice.

Ayato places you beside the sink, on the slab. He starts undressing himself thinking how he will be inside you for the first time, fuck you witless. The way you are drunk so much, he thinks, you will barely resist or feel the pain, only the pleasure.

Thoma kept a box of ice outside the door already, Ayato picks them up and he walks towards you naked, with ice in his hands, and rubs them over your back. With such cold hands, he pulls apart your legs to make himself comfortable in between your legs. His cock is hard and awake. You touch his member, making him moan against your ear. He keeps rubbing your back with those ice cubes as you work up his cock to take him in.

“Eager. Aren’t we?” Ayato says against your ears as you place your hands around him. “You have no idea what you are asking for my wife.”

You buck your hips and push him to feel him inside you. The tip of his cock grazes your entrance. You murmur, “Oh, try me. I'm actually hard to impress.” and feel him push his cock all at once, feeling his base against your inner thighs. You scratch onto his back feeling the momentarily alive pain followed by a great wave of pleasure.

“I’m warning you. I’m going to hurt you if I fuck you.” Ayato rasps.

And you mutter over his lips in erratic breaths. “Oh— you mean — sharing the pain, — my dear husband?”

“Ummm—hmmm” Ayato coos, kissing your lips. The night is going to be long and memorable.

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berrygrls · 25 days

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ayato kamisato w/ puppygirl! hybrid! reader.

warnings: MDNI!! oral (male receiving), head pushing, choking, spanking, tail pulling, dom!ayato, sub!reader, brat taming, degradation, cum mentions, fem!reader

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please do not, copy, or repost my work.

ayato with a loyal little puppy hybrid gf that likes sitting at his feet whilst he works.

ayato with a needy little puppy girl that sometimes may get a bit too needy and becomes a bit of a brat.

ayato who flips you over his lap and pulls your tiny sleeps short off and spanks your ass till it’s red, pulling at your fluffy tail a little.

ayato who makes you get on your knees in between his legs and lick him up, but how he wants, slowly, infuriatingly slow, you shove it down your throat.

ayato who pushes your head onto his pretty long cock and makes you choke on it.

“you wanted to be a greedy little bitch no? then take it, and if i see a single drop of my cum come out of your mouth, you’re not cumming for 3 days, understood?”

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mystolli · 1 year

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## . . . BABY I’LL STAY, HEAVEN CAN WAIT

𖦹︎ ayato x gn! reader

𖦹︎ genre: nsfw themes (undressing, making out)

𖦹︎ a/n: be grateful i didn’t take this opportunity to have faceless ayato make an appearance ☠️ also sorry this is so short guys, but i intend to be writing some things for kaeya’s bday 🫶

ayato has many, many workers, but he takes a special liking to you.

whether it’s unnecessary touch or flirtatious conversations that never extend past his eyes scanning you up and down, you both know there’s something palpable between you two. you’re his favorite and everyone knows, even if it’s not acknowledged. he calls on you to pass along important information, requests your presence during his meetings and conferences, and even speaks to you when there’s no work to be attended to.

which is why, of course, you’re called to escort him back to his room after he returns from a long night at a luxurious gathering hosted by one of his many business associates.

you shake your head as you sling his designer coat over your arm, turning to ayato. he’s most definitely tipsy. there’s a slight sway in his stance, patches of pink blooming on his cheeks.

“i’ll escort you to your room, sir.” you say. a smile threatens to emerge on your lips, but you hold it down. he simply looks hotter than normal, despite his usually neat and tidy composure being stripped away. his tie is slightly looser, his hair a little more messy, his movements a bit unsteady in the most charming way.

as you hold his arm and walk him towards his room, you sense his eyes on you. you continue staring ahead, ignoring the butterflies pooling themselves in your stomach.

“where are you taking me?” he asks you, and you feel your heart race at the sound of his voice. it’s steady, as usual, but a bit deeper and less contained.

“your room, sir,” you reply. “i’m going to be getting you ready for bed.”

a sly smile appears on his face. “is that right?”

you nod and stare ahead, swallowing nervously and hoping he doesn’t see.

his room is dimly lit, the bed neatly made. you guide him inside, shuffling around to fix and straighten anything out of place, avoiding mentioning the obvious task you need to do.

“aren’t you going to undress me?” ayato’s voice comes from behind you, soft and almost a little breathless.

you try to form words, but you know the only thing that will come out will be embarrassing, so you simply nod. your face burns as you adjust a sheet on the bed, thoughts rushing through your head until you feel a hand on your shoulder.

you turn to see ayato standing before you, his half lidded eyes gazing almost sinfully deep into you. he raises his eyebrows a little bit, a small smile on his face. he holds the fabric of his tie, holding it towards you, almost like he’s asking permission.

you look straight ahead, too nervous to look anywhere else as you feel his chest under your fingers. you slip your hands under his collar to pry off his tie, removing it slowly and placing it on the table beside the bed.

you turn back to see him carefully watching you, a look of amusement spread across his features. your hands are slightly frozen and you hope he can’t hear your racing heart. he seems to notice your pause and smirks a little more. “go on,”

you nod quickly, moving your hands to his neck to undo the first button. slowly, you slip downwards, his white shirt opening more with each fumble of your fingers to show his undershirt.

you finish the last button and pull the material off his shoulders and over his arms, leaving him bare in his undershirt. you know what you have to do next, yet it seems so unavoidably sinful, so forward and unasked for. no matter what you do in this scenario, you worry your facade will crack open and irrevocable need and temptation will seep out. you reach forward, your breath maybe a little too quick and your cheeks burning.

he grabs your wrists. you look up at him, confused, only to see his eyes aglow with something sweet and smooth. “if your hands keep shaking, you’re not going to be able to take off my undershirt.”

you start to stutter a response, but he silences you with a doting look. “here, let me help you.” he murmurs, not breaking eye contact.

he holds your wrists, slipping your fingers under the soft fabric and upwards. your face heats as you feel his bare chest under your fingertips, grazing parts of him no other gets to touch. you slowly pull it off of him, leaving him exposed to the moonlight casting on the two of you. he brings you a little closer to him, moving your hands to the waistband of his pants. “mr. ayato--“ you whisper, because you both know you’re far beyond you referring to him by his formal title.

instead of replying with words, he cups your face and kisses you deeply, the taste of wine on his breath. he’s a little more ragged and sloppy than he usually would be, his hand lightly holding the back of your neck. he touches his tongue to your lips, asking for permission, before you let him in, the heat of both your bodies becoming one as tension is broken between you like a wave.

you finally break away for air, breaths heavy and high. you look down to see a noticeable bulge in his pants. he tilts your head up with his fingers, gazing into you with lust in his eyes. “you were so kind to help me undress. perhaps I should return the favor?”

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angelltheninth · 6 months

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Ways to Make a Stressed Ayato Lose Control

Pairing: Ayato Kamisato x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, handjobs, PDA, kissing, cuddles, gentle to rough sex, developing feelings

A/N: The man looks so pretty and is so stressed a lot of the time, someone should really help him out.

Puts on a polite face and a forced smile in front of everyone, but his façade never worked on you, not even before you started this arrangement

Was a little bit skeptical when you offered to ease his stress with sex

You tried everything else, talking to him, giving him a massage, making him take breaks, taking him out on relaxing walks, nothing worked

This is your final idea

Ayato struggled to maintain his composure when you reached under the desk and fished his cock out of his pants to stroke it

Him finishing after just a bit of stimulation confirmed that he's been very pent up and that it's been a very long time since he's been with someone

Can you blame him? He didn't gave the time

Had to stop you from doing anything while he works, he can't focus on anything when he has your hands and mouth all over him

Once work is over and you take the place of it on his desk, spreading your legs for him and letting him sink his cock into your wet cunt he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding

Always starts out slow until you orgasm once, but the tight, warm feeling if your walls around his cock make him lose any trace of his control or poise in exchange of fucking his stress away into your willing pussy

Noticed he's feeling a lot better since you began to help him with stress, he's sleeping better, eating better, works better, smiles more

Takes you out on festivals, lunch, walks while holding your hand

Gives you a lot more kisses then usual, even pulls you close to kiss your cheek when you bring him tea or food

Doesn't want you to think he just keeps you around for a good time after work

You know you don't have to leave afterwards, you can stay the night with him

His arms start to wrap around you a lot more gently when you're done, pulling you into his lap and letting you rest your head on his shoulder or chest

Just because he loses himself when having sex and makes it hard for you to walk doesn't mean he can't be caring afterwards

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zhxngii · 1 year

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ー 💦// Master Ayato BR | genshin impact

⌗; nothing to see here.... just a normal brain rot about ayato and being his favorite maid. (18+ mdni)

master!ayato who says you're his favorite maid, says that you're the only one for him. he's had his eyes on you for quite a while. he's aware of almost every little detail about you. master!ayato who teases you about how shy you are around him.

master!ayato who suggests that you be his personal maid. stepping towards you until your back is flat against the wall. he remains close to you, his fingertips sliding down your sides resting them on your ass cheeks giving it a squeeze. master!ayato who gave you that uniform specifically because it shows a bit more than the others. the skirt often riding up on your plush thighs, the top showing off just a bit of your cleavage. he just can't seem to take his eyes off of you. master!ayato who can't seem to shake off the dirty thoughts running through his mind that are all somehow about you.

master!ayato who rewards you for being such an obedient maid. finally slipping your panties to the side, his digits past your entrance, setting just the right pace. not too fast but not too slow, just enough for you to get a taste of what he could give you. master!ayato who's so proud of how your thighs shake and your body trembles from the pleasure he's given you with just his fingers alone.

master!ayato who pushes your front flat against his desk, holding you firmly by your waist as he plunges his pretty cock into your needy hole. master!ayato who shoves his fingers into your mouth in an attempt to keep you quiet whenever another maid is at the door asking for him.

#⁁﹒💫｀´﹒zhxngii.wrks﹒ꜝ #ayato smut #ayato x reader #ayato kamisato smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #br = brain rot #anyway im in LOVE with him

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Yashiro Rascal…

Ayato/AFAB Reader

WARNINGS: language, unprotected sex, light choking and degradation

A/N: THE THINGS THAT YASHIRO RASCAL MAKES ME FEEL!! 😤 hes not pookie but DADDY 🥴

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Peace amongst the various commissions in Inazuma became of the utmost importance after the vision hunt decree was lifted. The heads of every commission in the city met monthly to deliberate and come to mutual understanding on how best to run everything and make sure that everyone received what was owed to them.

As you were the newest leader of the commission you were raised in, you went out of your way to keep the peace amongst you and the other groups. Your reputation was important and you wanted to let others know you could earn your keep. You met with the leaders and established the boundaries of each commission’s territories, keeping the wishes of the common folk in mind.

But when it came to the Yashiro commission, the largest in the city, there always seemed to be trouble that followed them. Just recently, there was an altercation in one of your businesses. Members of the rival commissions were banned from this particular establishment and usually that rule was respected. But, out of all the other bars that welcomed the Yashiro commission with open arms, they made it a point to visit yours. You pondered what the reason could have been as your subordinate explained the situation. “What should we do next boss?” your right hand asked as you observed all the damage and sighed. “Go straight to the Kamisato estate and take care of this personally,” you said with determination in your voice.

After much protest from your crew to accompany you, you practically ran to the estate alone, being fueled by a rage you’ve never experienced before. You bypassed the guards that went for you, easily knocking them down with the use of your vision, not once having to unsheathe your sword. Once you entered the grounds, you headed straight for the entrance of the home.

You slid open the doors and demanded the nearest servant to direct you to Ayato’s office. The servant, fearing for their life, quickly guided you to the office and slid the door open for you in haste. You immediately met the intimidating stare of Ayato Kamisato himself. “I thought I told you to keep your goons out of my bar!” your voice was loud as you spoke directly to Ayato, ignoring his retainer that headed over to you. “Stand down Thoma,” Ayato said with a wave of his hand. Thoma bowed to his employer and headed out, but not without a glance in your direction, one that you deliberately ignored.

Ayato sighed as he sat down, the smirk on his face was way too cocky for your liking. “Was there an incident?” his voice was as sarcastic as ever. He reached for his smoking pipe, the elaborately carved wood clacking against the table in front of him as he packed it with tobacco. “Would I even be here if there wasn’t?!” your vision began to glow at your side, your anger building and threatening to explode in the fury of an electro burst.

Ayato put the pipe between his lips, lighting it with a match. He inhaled slowly, keeping an eye on you as he exhaled. “My men said your people started it, that they were only passing by and were suddenly attacked.” The gall of him to lie through his teeth right in front of you. The smugness that emanated from him as he sat there vindictively while you waited for answers was infuriating. The room was quiet as he smoked, his eyes going to the papers in front of him. He was deliberately ignoring you. “Mr. Kamisato, I’m not leaving here until we settle this.” You spoke calmly, the man still just puffed away on his pipe, the smirk that spread on his face was the last straw.

You grabbed the hilt of your blade, the sound causing his eyes to finally look over at you. You unsheathed your sword, slashing at the air in front of him quickly, putting your blade away before he had a chance to counter. The bowl of the pipe clattered onto the table, the still lit tobacco scattered all over his papers. Ayato looked up at you, the stem of the pipe still in his mouth. The man took the stem and tossed it on the table, “That was a family heirloom.” Ayato stood up and walked over to you, his stride as elegant and clam as ever. “You have my attention Y/n.”

You kept your distance, “Why is it always your men that seem to be the only ones running around as if they own the place? No other commission causes this much trouble.” Ayato held his hands behind his back and cocked his head to the side, “A little friendly rivalry, some shenanigans here and there never hurt anyone.” His arrogance was sickening, the look on his face begging to be slapped right off. “Mr, Kamisato, you’re not realizing the severity of the situation, this isn’t merely some childish game, this is a declaration of war,” you explained, the look on your face caused his to change to one of concern. You came closer and poked his chest, “Did you fucking hear me?! I said that-!” he cut you off with a kiss before you chastised him further.

You pushed him away from you, immediately grabbing the hilt of your blade. He put his hands up, shaking his head, “My apologies,” he sighed deeply, “for archons sake Ayato, you fool,” the man said under his breath. The sensation of his lips on yours was something you’d never expect to feel, and you hated how good it felt. “What the fuck was that?!” you yelled, your stance not wavering. He rubbed the back of his head, doing his best to avoid eye contact with you. “Theres just something about you that I find, quite mesmerizing.” He bowed to you, “Im incredibly sorry about that, truly.”

You scoffed and sheathed your sword back in its scabbard, standing back in a relaxed position, “I certainly hope that you don’t make it a hobby to kiss your enemies,” you bit your lip, stopping yourself from forgiving him. “Don’t think you can distract me with that kiss,” you spat as you moved closer to him, “we’re not done here Mr, Kamisato.” He gestured for you to sit across from him at the low coffee table. “Please, call me Ayato.”

You declined his offer to sit, choosing instead to stay standing, far away from him, “Ayato, you owe me for the repairs and products lost, and a kiss isn’t going to fix it,” you explained to him and he just scoffed. “That kiss was a reaction to you storming in here and putting me in my place. It was, quite enthralling,” his voice want low, his eyes meeting yours as you looked down at him. You put a hand on your hip, “Is that so? Whats wrong Ayato? Got no one to share a kiss with?” you teased him, somewhat hoping you had hurt his feelings even if by a little.

The azure haired man scoffed, taking the nearby teapot and pouring the both of you a cup. “The people that I share kisses with, treat me like royalty,” he took a long sip from the teacup, placing it back down on the table when he was done, “its gotten so boring.” You raised an eyebrow and finally came to sit across from him. You sighed and pulled a small flask from your sleeve and took a swig. He pushed his cup towards you and you reluctantly poured some liquor in the cup for him. “Thank you,” he said before downing the warm tea laced with courage. “Lets stick to business Ayato,” you said in response to what seemed like his attempt to flirt. He nodded and met your gaze with soft eyes, “Right, I’ll speak to my men, and make sure everything is paid for.” He seemed so much more vulnerable now, so much more inviting with his guard down like this. But, knowing him and the ruthless leader that he was known to be, you kept your own guard up.

“This can’t happen again Ayato! Do you understand?” you stood up, hoping the two of you could put this incident behind you. The man before you nodded, his piercing gaze meeting yours as he stood. He bowed with a hand on his chest, “You have my word Y/n.” And now that that business was settled, you could move onto seeing if he was all talk, or if he was actually interested. As he walked before you, your hand reached out, as if it had a mind of its own, and caught his long sleeve. He turned to look at you, surprised but not worried about your proximity. You then took his hand and intertwined your fingers together, pulling him closer to you. “This stays between the two of us, alright ?” your voice was but a whisper as you leaned in and kissed him.

He brought his hands to your waist and pulled you closer, his strong hands gripping you tight. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, your tongue meeting his for the first time. Your rival lifted you up and walked with you to one of the nearby walls. As your back hit the wall, Ayato sucked on your neck desperately trying to mark you. He palmed at your clothed heat with one hand and held you up with the other, his kiss intense and needy. “Ayato wait,” you huffed and he pulled away, his lips swollen and eyes pensive. You saw the lust in his eyes, he wanted you, badly.

You touched the hem of his pants, undoing one of the ties, relieved that there wasn’t too many layers to get through before meeting his hardness. You moved him so that he was now the one up against the wall and you got down on your knees. “Slow down, lets make this worth our time.” you said as you looked up at him with a devilish grin. You pumped his shaft and took his tip into you mouth, swirling your tongue against it. Ayato moaned softly and chuckled, “Looks like that mouth of yours is good for more than just yelling.” he teased and you took him in further. He threw his head back as his length hit the back of your throat.

You moved up and down on his shaft, letting your mouth salivate heavily over him. You made a mess of yourself, your sloppy mouth slurping and sucking loudly. One of his hands grabbed your hair tugging it harshly causing you to look up at him and move all the way down to his base, never breaking eye contact. You breathed through your nose, inhaling the sweet sakura scent on his soft blue hairs. You watched as his eyes rolled back, a deep moan mixed with a yelp came from his mouth. There was a sudden knock at the door, “My lord? Is everything alright in there?” Thoma’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door. You pulled off of him with a pop, letting your tongue fall out of your mouth as you stared up at him. He looked down at you as you began to pump him with both hands, your tongue dripping sticky white saliva on him. “Yes, everything’s alright, please carry on with your duties.” he huffed out reassuring his employee.

He pulled you to your feet by your hair and you moaned out at his roughness. “Had I known you were that good, I would’ve made a move much earlier.” he growled and licked the drool that dripped from your mouth. You giggled as he pulled at your clothes and helped you out of your dress. “As if you would’ve stood a chance.” you teased and tugged at his cock. “you’re just lucky i feel sorry for you right now.” He chuckled and held the back of your neck, guiding you to the floor. The usual regal and composed man in front of you desperately went to kiss, lick and suck on your breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. He was intoxicated by your body, roaming his hands down your belly and to your thighs. “Gods, you’re divine.” He said in between sucks, “I’ve craved you for so long.” Your interest was suddenly piqued, “Oh? I wonder if that craving had anything to do with my bar being destroyed ?” you asked with a giggle.

You opened your legs for the leader of the Yashiro commission and he slid his gloved hand between your legs. He moved to kiss you and his fingers pushed deeper into you, “Unfortunately, I don’t know anything about that.” he said with a smirk and leaned back to remove the layers that covered his body. He bit the tips of his gloves and pulled them off before moving back to kiss you as he prodded at your entrance. He held the base of his cock and coated himself in your juices, grunting as he felt your wetness on him. “Is that so?” you huffed out as he slowly entered you, the stretch catching you off guard. “I’ll make you regret that Ayato,” you moaned as your walls clenched down on him as soon as he entered.

He groaned and stopped suddenly, his hands coming to either side of you as your warmth and tightness practically stunned him. “Too tight for you?” you said in jest and wrapped your legs around him, “No wonder you’re always so stubborn and cocky, you’ve never had a pussy like this to put you in your place.” you spat and watched him try to keep himself together as you pulsated on him. His hands came to your thighs and he pushed your legs back, practically by your ears. “More ahhh,” he said as you squeezed him inside tightly, “tell me more.” He pulled out and thrust back in harshly. your words caught in your throat as his cock hit your spot perfectly.

“Fucking Yashiro commission scum, can’t even fuck right.” You spoke harshly, moving your hands to rest on his abs, “you think you can please me with that pencil dick of yours-ahh!” You felt him hit your cervix, his long dick almost too much for you. Ayato groaned and came back to your neck, “Pencil dick? Your body says otherwise slut.” Your breath hitched, your nails scratching at his abs, the wonders his dick was doing to you causing your mind to go fuzzy. “Mmmh, fuck y-you ahh!” you yelped and wished you hadn’t given him that satisfaction. Now he knew exactly how to wreck you. “You want it harder? Faster perhaps?” his nails dug into your thighs, his hips rolled into you, making sure he hit your spot every time after seeing your reaction. “Faster, fuck me faster, please,” you begged and he picked up the pace.

Your breasts bounced faster, your hands coming to them to squeeze and suck on them. Ayato watched you, grunting and pistoning his dick inside you ruthlessly. “Ahhh Ayato fuck!” you cried out as your back arched. “You fucking prick!” you sighed still gripping your breasts tightly, making eye contact with him while you degraded him. The sound of his name spilling from your lips and the names you called him, gave him such a boost. He decided to slow down, to look at you tenderly and see the reactions you made. “Huh? wheres the aggression? I’m not going to break you know,” your voice was shaky, your hands moved to tangle in his hair.

Ayato chuckled and moved to kiss you, “You feel incredible, I’m afraid I may finish far too early, and that just wouldn’t be fair to you,” he said reluctantly and laughed at himself. He rolled his hips against you slowly, “Should I get on top then?” you offered and moved to straddle him. The two of you adjusted quickly and you began to ride him. “So you mean to destroy me I see?” he smiled at you as you bounced on his cock. You couldn’t help but smile back and put your hands around his neck, “Hush now, be a good boy and fuck me.” you said against his lips, and he happily obliged.

Your head lolled back, exposing your neck and he moved to suck and nibble, marking you as his, at least for the time being. Ayato buried his face in your breasts, licking your skin and sucking wherever his tongue could reach. His eagerness to please you mixed with the way he pumped up into you caused your gut to stir as you felt your peak nearing. Your hands squeezed his neck tighter, “I’m so, fucking close!” You praised and panted, his hands came to grip your ass and hold you as close as possible. He continued to suck on your nipples as you climaxed, you body convulsing and walls clenching hard onto him.

You silenced your moans by burying your face in his shoulder, your body going limp as you milked every ounce of pleasure that wracked your body. He huffed and moaned as he lifted you up and fucked you fast and hard, soon reaching his own peak with a deep guttural grunt. His seed shot into you, hot and sticky, a mistake in every sense of the word but the feeling more delicious than either of you could imagine. “Do you always fuck like that?” your lips came to place gentle kisses on his cheek and neck. The leader of the Yashiro commission laughed hard, looking up at you as you moved to stand up. “In all honesty no, but I’ve been a bit pent up as of late, you just happened to be at the wrong place at the right time.”

The two of you dressed, doing your best to look presentable before heading outside. You stood awkwardly in front of one another, as if you hadn’t just shared a very intimate and passionate moment. “Well, I’ll take my leave,” you bowed to him,“also, please forgive me for barging in earlier.” He shook his head as he walked you to the door, “Don’t fret, I’ve already forgotten about it.” he said as he tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “Hopefully, we can handle any future endeavors, just as amicably.” You couldn’t help but give him one last kiss on the lips as his hand came to your face to cup your cheek gently. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you’d never want to fuck him again, but of course you’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing that. “Perhaps, if you’re lucky.”

He led you outside and walked with you to the front gate, the guards you had attacked earlier quickly stood up to stand in front of Ayato. They practically stumbled over one another as he cleared his throat to address them. “Down on your knees, all of you.” the tone in his voice stern and commanding, a side of him that you normally saw in public. Every one of them bowed down immediately, yelling out and asking you for forgiveness. You simply turned on your heel and gave Ayato a wink as you left.

The whole walk home you thought about Ayato’s touch and desperation while fucking you, a memory you will look back on quite fondly. You were still in a trance as you entered your business, your right hand inquiring about what happened as soon as you stepped through the front door. “Well boss? Did you take care of it?” they asked as you practically skipped to the back room to find an undamaged bottle of wine. “Did I ever!” your voice boomed through the hall with a giddy laugh.

A/N: I WILL NOT ANSWER FOR MY CRIMES!!! I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR HIM!! 😭 hope you enjoyed!!

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #ayato kamisato #ayato smut #ayato kamisato smut #genshin ayato #ayato x reader #genshin x reader #I WILL BARK FOR HIM BARK BARK BARK

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danhengist · 1 year

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―𝗜𝗻𝗮𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗕𝗼𝘆

CW: Smut. afab!reader. breeding kink, oral kink, Doggystyle, mentions of reader being a brothel worker, multiple orgasms. Switch!reader, corruption kink, mentions of aphrodisiacs, Cowboy/girl, Detective kink.

· · ➪ Your a well-known Brothel worker, and during your work hours, your visited by your favorite inazumian boys.

THOMA, who didn't plan on visiting the brothel today, he wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for Ayato having pity on thoma's constant workaholic nature. Thoma was always there when Ayato needed him, so allegedly he felt it was right to give Thoma a day off. Of course, when Ayato dismissed Thoma for the day, he never even considered that Thoma's first choice of relaxing was to be stuffed deep inside of your tight cunny.

The tightness of your slicked hole has left the poor baby's cock raw and sensitive. his weeping tip being stimulated by how perfect your walls felt when he rubbed his cock against them. Thoma couldn't help but let out whiny gasp at the feeling of your messy arousal coating his length. yet, he can’t stop the raw thrust of his hips, pumping his cock into you as if this will be the last time he ever gets a day off.

THOMA that's so fucking greedy when you let him fuck you. His tongue is so slippery, that even on off days he'll somehow convince you to let him fuck you. He's always nice and considerate to you, so when he comes to you in a painfully hard state, cock pushing against the confinements of his pants, you can't say no :( so you do the right thing and let him fuck your throat, gagging softly at how deeply he fucks your throat, his tip repeatedly hitting the back of you throat, but this is Thoma we're talking about. Even when he's suffering because of how awfully needy he is, he'll continue to check if your okay.

This encourages you to keep sucking him off, rubbing your tongue underneath his cock, against that one special vein in a way that's so perfect, it has him spilling his cum down you throat helplessly. When it's all said 'n done, he'll offer to buy you dinner as a wholehearted thank you for your months of service. He's so nice <3

ITTO who visits the brothel because it's a dare he received from one of his gang members after they called him a virgin. When you find him, he's in the lobby, nervously glancing around. You being the nice person you are, offer to service him. He immediately falls in love with your kind nature, especially when you coax him through the entire thing. Your shocked to realize how big he is, but it doesn't deter you. with a surge of confidence, you sink down onto his huge cock, gasping at the way it penetrates your small cunny hole. You ignore the slight sting cause of the way he effortlessly stretches you out, in all your days of service, no one's ever been so big.

it instills a tingle of excitement in your tummy. Without a moment of hesitation, you begun to move, bouncing on the oni's thick and girthy cock, milking every drop of his thick, pearly cum from his poor inexperienced cock.

ITTO who, since you first rode his cock, will only ever let you ride him. The feeling of your puny cunt having to stretch in order to fit how big he is, stretching at just the tip alone. His cock is so big that eventually it molds it's shape into your walls. The more he visited you, the bolder he got, eventually he begun thrust up into you, filling you with cum until You cry out his name as he pounds away at a spot inside of you that makes you see stars in your vision, your nails digging into his shoulder blades as he continues to brutally pound into your ruined pussy.

AYATO actually invites you over, rather than coming to visit the brothel. if anyone saw him going to a place designed for sinful desires, surely it would tarnish his reputation in some sort of important manner. So, he chooses to invite you over to the estate, addressing you over a cup of hot tea. Before you can even register the fact he'd drugged you with aphrodisiacs, Your already bound in his private chambers being fucked practically silly. You can't process much of what's going on, how deep he is, how many times you've cum since you stepped foot into this room, it's all such a haze because of how good it feels to be fucked by one of inazuma's most important men.

AYATO who keeps seeing see you days at a time. Every chance he got, every break he acquired, his first thought was to summon you for the sole purpose of getting his dick wet. thinking with his dick wasn't a usual thing for Ayato, but something about how fucking compliant you were, about how you took whatever he gave you without complaints, something about how deliciously tight you were whenever he'd fuck into you. when he asks if your enjoying yourself, you don’t answer him, too preoccupied with the good feeling of his cock pounding into you with everything he’s got. How befitting of Ayato to fuck you wildly and still seem prim and proper.

KAZUHA who risks getting caught by Shogun's guards just to feel your perfect cunt wrapped around his pussy-deprived cock once again. When he sinks himself into your warmth, he let's out such a tired sigh, melting into you. For a few seconds, he forgets to move because of how good your tightness feels. You giggle at his reaction of embarrassment when you have to remind him to move. His thin but lengthy cock pushing deeper into you, pulling out and pushing back in again, leaving trails of pre against your gummy walls. The noises he let out are so pretty, they're soft and warm, as if being inside you is the highlight of his week.

KAZUHA who is so enraptured with how good you feel, he's desperately trying to convince you to join Beidou's crew that way he'll never have to be separated from your pussy again, you tease him by responding with "I'll consider it." The glint of hope in his eyes go straight to your cunt. Within minutes, you had the samurai cumming, spilling his milky seed into your tight pussy.

"Your so good to me." kazuha couldn't help but groan. Mumbling your name helplessly as he hammers his cock into feverishly. You’re gripping him so well and spasming so nicely around his cock. you’re soaking wet and you feel so good, kazuha is slightly worried that you'll grow to be pregnant once he leaves for Beidou's ship later on. "with the chances of that happening, another reason you should join me." is his only response.

GOROU that visits you the moment his rut begins. Before his heat can fully register in his body, he's already pushing his slender cock into you, rubbing against your soaked walls in a way that only fires his heat up quicker. For days on end, he continues to fuck you, cumming deeper and deeper without consideration that if he does it too many times he could get you pregnant. You warn him about this possible occurrence but he could careless, only pushing your legs back against your shoulders to a deeper angle, the puppy is so desperate and needy, that he's moaning louder than you are, which is actually oddly charming in your eyes.

GOROU who indulges in your taste. Spreading your thighs and massaging your clit with his soft and warm tongue, eating you as if he hasn't eaten in days. You've already cum at least twice, and yet with the way he devours your sensitive and puffy clit with no thoughts but too fuck and breed you until he's satisfied and positive that he's marked you enough for everyone else to stay away, he won't stop. By the time his rut is over, he can't do anything but repeatedly apologize and hope you forgive him. Trust me, you forgive him.

HEIZOU who originally visited you because the culprit he was looking for had visited you earlier on, he asks for clues and you deny him of any, stating that if the deal wasn't mutual, he'd get nothing out of you. Heizou is a determined detective, so he has no problem bending you over against the bedside and fucking you while also asking you questions, your impressed at how straight-facer he is during the entire session, casually asking you about what you saw as if he wasn't pounding his cock into you, while rolling your soft clit into repetitive circles. The only time he seems phased during most of it is when he was on the verge of spilling his cum into your hole, most impressive.

HEIZOU who revisits you after catching the criminal he was looking for, as a thank you he allows you to do whatever you please. Your admittedly happy that he returned, as a congratulations for catching who he was looking for, you give him a job. Getting on your knees and going down on his dick while he sits on the bed, much more expressive with how good your mouth feels, most likely because he isn't on the job anymore, so he feels he can let his professional walls down, but then again, fucking a brothel worker in general isn't very professional.

But he doesn't think that deeply, with how soft your tongue is against the underside of his strained and hardened cock, with the way your so focused on making him feel good, his mind going dazed with lust far to much to think about any else other than the moment before him. He decides to just sit back and enjoy his victory.

Xyhoo· · · · ✦ ― do not copy, modify, sell, or repost any of my work on any platform, or claim it as yours. 02/28/2023. ― 2:09 PM.

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anantaru · 2 years

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𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 !

˖˚˳⊹ baby a threesome feat. ayato x fem! reader x thoma from the 5.5k event special

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : threesome : oral sex (fem! receiving + male! receiving) : thoma is kinda subby ??? : ayato is a dom lol

"am I doing it right, my lord?" thoma, who was currently comfortably nestled in between your thighs while having his tongue flat against your clit, pulling away for a moment to ask the man who was fisting his cock so eagerly right next to your face. "keep going." the way ayato was rolling said sentence off his tongue was downright sinful, almost perverted in away. Thoma was quick to follow the orders his master has given to him, placing a soft kiss on your bundle of nerves before prodding his tongue back out, small kitty licks followed over your glistering folds.

you whined at the feeling of his warm tongue playing with you, arching your back against his face to grind yourself lowly to feel more pleasure, you needed more, deserved more. You’ve been so good to the yashiro commissioner, always obediently doing whatever he would order you to do and now he was finally giving you some sort of pleasure! Not to mention that he even let thoma toy with however he desired. "i‘m so hard." ayato was saying that with a big pseudo like smile decorated on his painfully beautiful features, he was obviously enjoying this more than he should, grinning at the way you mewled desperately around thoma‘s skilled tongue. Yet ayato was so fucking needy right now, fisting his fat cock in front of your face in harsh strokes, unable to be ignored in every way imaginable.

"open up, open up now silly." he slowly motioned himself a bit further to your face, prying open your mouth with his cock to sheath himself fully into your wet warmth. With that he bit back a broken moan, digging his teeth into his lower lip when he could feel you circle your tongue around his shaft. He’s so big, and angry looking too! flushed red girth whereas his tip was already coated with mounds of pre-cum that left a salty taste in your mouth.

ayato didn‘t waste anymore time to properly nestle himself deep inside of you until his tip prodded against your throat. You hiccuped at his girth, trying your hardest to fit him in you while you circled your tongue around his shaft, feeling his pulsating vein graze around you. Ayato groaned deeply with a mix of both desire and a breathy laughter that made you clench your thighs around thoma‘s head. At this point you weren’t able to comprehend anything anymore, whether it was thoma coaxing out yet another sinful release by the motions of his tongue or ayato, who was abusing your mouth just how he wanted to.

every whine and moan around his cock made him throb inside of you further, only picking up on pace. "Put your fingers in, thoma." this sentence in particular sounded more than a demand than a question. Thoma, —who had a rather fucked out expression painted on his face—, looked up to his lord from under his lashes. Only humming as an answer before he pulled back from your cunt to push his digits in his mouth, carefully swirling his tongue around fingers while holding eye contact with ayato for some sort of validation. "good boy." ayato broke off the eye contact to put his attention solely to you, who was still sucking him off so fucking nicely.

he couldn’t wait to cum deep inside your throat and make you crave for more, knowing you: you always wanted to go for yet another round once he has got you like that. Thoma pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a lewd pop, grazing his slender digits over your hole before lowering his head again to be in front of your glistering folds, cunt clenching around nothing but craving to feel him scissor you just how you always imagined him to do in your sinful thoughts.

you always cursed yourself for it! How could you even think about being fucked by your co-worker, not to mention being used by the person you were serving? And now here you were, in between the both of them, pleasuring them all obediently like a cute little play thing only for their eyes to relish in and feast on. Thoma licked his lips in front of your pussy to make himself messy for you, advancing forward to your clit again to suck on it harshly, hollowing his cheeks to coax out yet another moan from you. This was the perfect distraction for his first long finger inserting into your tight cunt, making you whine out heavily around ayato‘s cock.

the yashiro commissioner didn’t think you’d lose your composure from a mere finger like that as he moaned out brokenly, one of his hands grabbing onto your hair to push you down further against his length until your nose hit his stomach. You hiccuped around him, pools of saliva running down from the corners of your lips to all over your chin until staining the disheveled bedsheets underneath all of you. The way your throat was flexing around his tip now was threatening his mind to turn blank, yet knowing ayato‘s self control, for that to happen, you had to put in a lot more work.

thoma‘s skillful tongue was now circling over your abused little clit, that was so sensitive right now! aching for some sort of relief while the man in between your thighs was fucking his first finger into you, already adding the second one after a few thrusts forward. The pace he was going now was relentless, thoma couldn‘t wait to taste your juices on his needy tongue. Truth be told he had thought about it too! way often than he’d like to admit. Would deny it as well, thoma was always feeling so fucking guilty whenever he’d look at your sinfully arousing body, squished in that maid uniform ayato made you wear every so often.

how he’d purposely let something drop for you to pick it up, only for him to take a peek at your white panties, —that were squishing your ass so fucking nicely—, barely covering that cunt of yours while your folds were peeking out a bit from the sides, gracing him with that beautiful sight. Thoma had to take deep breathes after, trying his hardest not to get a boner while at work, it’d be the most embarrassing thing ever. Yet here he was, humping himself against the mattress while eating you out as if it was his last fucking meal on this planet.

the squelching noises of your wet cunt were bouncing off the walls so borderline sinfully, ayato‘s cock twitching in arousement as it was music to his ears, —could listen to you unravel each and every day—, he was certainly scared to become addicted to the feeling of you sucking him off like a good little play thing that only listens to his commands. You couldn’t help it but audibly gasp when thoma placed his tongue flat over your clit to lick another gentle stroke up, his nostrils taking in your natural scent was making him hump the bed even harder.

a soft wet splotch decorating his pants because of the amount of pre cum that pooled down from his tip. He was sure he would climax any moment now, far too gone from eating you out like that while his free hand pranced over your stomach up to your breasts, to gently cup one of them. Your nipple getting caged in between his thumb and pointer finger when he twirled them around aggressively, your nipple now perking up with a swollen tone on it. You’re a mewling whining mess by now, thighs clenching around thoma’s head as you practically fucked his face in combination with his fingers still snapping in and out of your sobbing pussy.

"your sweet sounds." ayato is voicing this sentence in a caring way, almost barely a whisper and hearable, "show me more of them, I want to hear you more." he‘s saying this in between harsh thrusts forward your mouth, holding hard against your hair strands to now throat fuck you sinfully to chase his release. Thoma was rubbing tight n painfully circles around your nipple while his other digits were knuckles deep into your cunt, feeling how you clenched down on them made him realize just how fucking close you were now. It didn’t take ayato long to feel the knot deep inside his gut break when he released his seed all deep inside your throat, coating it with fat white ribbons, the warm substance comforting your aching throat in a way you couldn’t quite decipher.

thoma could feel his stomach tighten because of the harsh humps against the mattress. Was he really going to cum untouched now? From merely being nestled so perfectly in your cunt? It seemed so but before that he really wanted to taste you on his tongue, it was his duty to make you cum before him, wouldn’t forgive himself if he were about to release before you. He was now scissoring your hole again, his other hand, —that was previously playing with your nipple— was advancing down to meet your clit, drawing almost unbearable fast swiping motions around your bundles of nerves to get you off even faster.

it didn’t take you long to actually feel your climax hit you, back arching into thoma’s face as you finally came all over his features, the same time thoma released into his underwear, cum pooling down until a small splotch of his seed was visible even on the bedsheets. He was beyond embarrassed but nothing would ever be so worth it then now finally tasting your juices against him. You were so sweet, with the perfect amount of bitterness to it, truly a taste from the heavens in his eyes.

you were a fucked out mess now, a chorus of heavy breathing filling the room, while your legs gave up on you, collapsing on the side while thoma propped himself up with his arms to face ayato who brushed the hair, —that was sticking on his forehead—, back. Your body coated in cum, spit and perspiration yet you didn‘t seem to give a damn, truly couldn’t remember the last time you came this fucking hard before. "let me taste you too." ayato spoke suddenly, reaching over your body to meet your cunt, a sudden intrusion of his fingers prodding into your hole, thrusting in and out a few times.

you whined at the feeling of being full again, even if it was for only a short moment before you dwelled in the beautiful sight of ayato sucking on his fingers, shutting his eyes close to sinfully taste your juices himself, humming around his digits like a horny teenager who didn‘t know any better. Lets say, if anyone would’ve told you, you were going to be in a situation like that with not only your co-worker, but your boss, you would’ve simply called them delusional.

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𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you accompany your best friend and her sexy older brother on their family vacation

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ayato kamisato x afab!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut/modern au (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!ayato, masturbation, groping, oral f!receiving, cum swallowing, pet names (darling, princess), praise, vaginal sex, overstimulation, implied breeding kink, creampie

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7k+

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐒. ayaka was constantly taking you on shopping sprees and to the hottest clubs, everything paid for by her. you’d think that all of the above were your favourite parts about hanging out with ayaka but it wasn’t. what was even better than the money was getting to be near your best friend’s hot older brother.

ayato was the most gorgeous man you’ve ever laid eyes on. on top of being sexy he was obviously loaded like his sister. even more so because he had inherited the kamisato’s company. you’d give anything just to have an excuse to be around him. so when ayaka invited you to join them on a family vacation you jumped at the opportunity.

“want something to drink?” ayaka hums, standing up from the pool chair next to yours. raising your sunglasses from where you’re tanning, you give her a little nod. “‘kay, be right back,” the girls hums, slipping away in her cute baby blue bikini.

you watch her go until she disappears off to the bar. eventually your eyes trail back to the scenery around you. this resort was beautiful. you couldn’t even imagine how much the siblings paid so you could all stay here. as beautiful as the hotel was… the most interesting sight was in the water.

ayato sits in the pool a couple feet away from you. it should be a crime how effortlessly pretty he is with the sun shining against his pale skin. you don’t even realize you’re staring until his eyes meet yours and he sends you a smile.

feeling hot in the face, you give him a wave in return. there’s no way he’s teasing you on purpose. ayato’s far too polite and well mannered to actually try and get you riled up but you swear sometimes… it feels like torture. he’s barely given you any sort of attention and your hearts pounding and your thighs are subconsciously rubbing together.

“hey babe! got you a martini!” ayaka suddenly announces her return, making you jump.

you bite your lip a little before abruptly climbing to your feet. “i um, i think i’m actually going to head back to my room. think i might have gotten too much sun” you fib. nevertheless ayaka buys it. giving you a sympathetic look, your friend tells you to call her if you need anything before you scamper away from the pool.

you feel like you’re unable to breathe until you finally reach your hotel room and shut the door behind you. shit, that was embarrassing. a single look from ayato had you feeling so hot that you had to run away. it was unlikely that he’d figure out that was the reason why you over but it was humiliating nonetheless.

sighing, you flip down on your cushy bed still in your swimsuit. this little crush of yours was getting out of hand. you could barely control yourself at this point. you were so unable to keep your urges in check that you found yourself slipping your fingers into your swim bottoms after laying there for a few minutes.

ayato plagues your thoughts as your fingers rub circles over your clit. how did a ceo find time to work out to have a body like THAT? you swear you almost fainted when he came out in nothing but swim trunks. god, and when he came out of the pool for a moment to talk to his sister dripping wet… well that was enough to have you dripping wet too.

soft moans slip past your lips as you eventually slip two fingers inside your pussy. you wished they were his fingers. they were so much longer than yours. even better. you wished it was ayato’s cock stuffing you full.

just as you’re creating an image in your head of him on top of you, shoving his dick inside of you, there’s a knock on the door. the sudden noise makes you jump. you’re even more mortified when his voice echoes through the walls. “[y/n], i came to check to see if you were alright”.

scrambling to readjust your swim bottoms, you jump up to answer the door. “i-i um hi?” you greet, opening the door to be met with ayato on the other side. as you spoke, you prayed there was no sign as to what you were just up to.

ayato smiles softly back at you, making you feel a little safe. “hi, how are you feeling? you disappeared all of a sudden”. trying your best to mirror his grin, you assure him you just needed to lay down for a bit. “that so? anything i can do to help?”.

immediately you shake your head. “n-no, i’m fine. thank you though”.

honestly you expected him to excuse himself then but he doesn’t. in fact, ayato takes the liberty of stepping inside your room and shutting the door behind himself. “really? because based on what i heard while i was outside… you could use some assistance” ayato continues, backing you up against the bed until you’re tripping back on to the mattress.

your lips part to speak but before you can he’s kicking your legs apart and running a finger along your clothed slit. “did you really leave the pool because you needed to touch yourself?” ayato chuckles as he earns a soft moan from you from rubbing circles over your clit. “should have invited me along”.

“a-ayato” you stammer say he pulls your swim bottoms down your legs. this is all so much to process. sure, it was like your dreams were to coming true but this was still your best friend’s older brother. this was completely different from just fantasizing about him.

any protests you might have had are put to rest by ayato. interrupting you a second time, one of his hands reaches to grope your tits through your bikini top. “i’m not naive, [y/n]. know you want this as bad as i do” he coos. “let go, let me make you feel good”.

he’s far too persuasive. that was probably why he was so successful. any reservations you may have had are quickly forgotten about as you nod up at him. “p-please, fuck me. need it so bad”.

ayato’s lips curl up victoriously before he gets down on to his knees. tugging you to the end of the bed by your legs, he immediately places a kiss on your clit. “very good. you’re in good hands, darling”.

next thing you know he’s lapping up your folds. “already so wet. could probably sink right into you” ayato hums before sucking on your sensitive nub. “but i still wanna taste you first. bet you taste so sweet”.

the only reply you can offer his a moan as he enjoys his meal. eventually your fingers find sanctuary in his light blue hair. every occasional lick you give his licks a tug, earning a groan from the man slurping up your juices.

you already knew you wouldn’t last long after you’ve already been teasing yourself but when ayato puts his fingers to use it’s over. the moment he shoves a couple inside and curls them against your walls you’re cumming with a loud whine.

“perfect” ayato murmurs, drinking up all your release before raising his head. “i was right, as always” he remarks, tongue swirling around his fingers that are decorated with your cream. “you’re delicious”.

your face heats up with embarrassment but that doesn’t stop you from wanting more. you need to feel him. you need him to stretch you out and, as if he could read your mind, ayato indulges you.

tugging his cock out of his swim trunks, ayato gives his rock hard member a few pumps before aiming it at your entrance. “can’t be too long, princess. otherwise ayaka is going to wonder where we both went” he says, pushing his head inside. “oh god, you’re still so tight”.

his moans are even prettier than you imagined. they echo in your ears as ayato slides his entire length inside. you almost feel bad for cutting his noises off with your own when he reaches deep inside you. ayato doesn’t seem to mind as he rests his forehead against yours.

“feel amazing. like you were made for me” he says, pulling out a little only to thrust back into you. “knew i was right to tell ayaka to invite you on this trip. been wanting this for so long”.

you mewl as he sets a steady pace. it amazes you how quickly he locates that special spot inside. ayato ensures you hit that spot with every single rut of his hips. every single time he does so your moans grow louder but he’s quick to swallow them by pressing his lips against yours.

“so pretty, so good f’me” ayato groans as his tongue dances against your own. “made a mess in my mouth but i want you to do that around my cock this time. think you can do that, princess?”.

when he breaks the kiss, you nod quickly. you intend on keeping that promise too. you can already feel yourself growing close. with a choked moan you let the man above know that you’re almost at your breaking point. this seems to please ayato as he licks the skin of your neck.

“that’s good. can cum whenever you’re ready. go ahead. cum for me my sweet princess”.

as he talks he picks up his speed. with one last sharp snap of his hips you clamp down on his dick. when he pulls out there’s a white ring decorating his base. that spurs ayato on. he knows you're sensitive but he can’t stop until he reaches his high too. thankfully you want that just as much.

letting him use your pussy until his movements start to stutter, at some point you feel hot ropes of his seed shoot into your cunt. that alone causes you to moan. you’re so full. this becomes especially true when ayato almost reflexively fucks his cum deeper inside.

“you did amazing” ayato hums, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. “𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐇𝐌𝐌?”.

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𝚬𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝚶𝐔𝐑 𝐘𝚶𝐔𝐍𝐆.

tags: 18+ minors dni, stepcest, fingering, squirting, corruption, virginity, infidelity, overstimulation, mention of m! receiving oral but does NOT happen...ayato calls himself your father and calls you his daughter because he’s a freak!! mot actually related. age gap mentioned, arranged marriage.

synopsis: i’m starving, darling. let me put my lips to something. let me wrap my teeth around the world - when your mother marries a man one year your senior you begin something that will last an eternity.

When you return, you find out your mother was to marry the Yashiro Commissioner, Kamisato Ayato and that your families were to be joined - you only took the news with a stiff smile and a nod to your head. With the passing of your father, the relationship between you and your mother dissipated into something sour and mist-like. She wasn’t always like this, maybe your father was the only thing in the world that could make her happy but when he left this world it seems so did the person she was once, all that was left is the vapid and vain shell of a woman you’ve never met before.

This world gives and this world takes, it took your father away and gave you the beginnings of the next phase of your life.

One where you have to call a man one year your senior father, who married a woman only enough to be his mother. The wedding ceremony was fast and happened in a blur, something so unlike the rest of the world created by Inazuman customs and it’s only when you move into the Kamisato estate is when you finally have a moment with your stepfather and mother. It appears Lord Kamisato has set his foot down to have quality time as a family. His little sister, Lady Ayaka is a beacon of shining purity just like what the rumors say and her company is pleasant to put it lightly. Thoma is kind, and understanding of what this feels like, familiar with the experience of acclimating to this specific household.

Dinner is a meal most familiar to you, warm towels for your hands - tea with pickled vegetables is served first before the heavier courses of rice and meats, for now, your miso soup grows cold as you just stare at the murky contents that reflect your mind. Only your mother is eating her meal as if this was the conclusion of a normal day, and you find that Ayato also leaves his food untouched. Tentatively, your eyes rise from the cutlery on the table to meet his - and you find it hard to look away. The young Lord Kamistato has always been heard to be handsome, it is the whisper that leaves every heiress and matchmaker’s lips but you find that such remarks fade to nothing when in the presence of such beauty in the flesh. His eyes are the same soft violet of the lightning Her Excellency controls and the mole on his lip is like an inverted moon, the mark calling your eyes among the white skin of his glass skin.

Your eyes widen, flinching on your cushion when his eyes flickered to your mother's look to what’s before him and then they look up at yours.

You are seen.

How terrifying is that?

A small smile graces his face, blooming like a sakura petal and it feels like you’ve seen spring for the first time in your life. He says your name, it sounds poetic when he speaks the characters that make up the sacred name you were given at your birth. He makes conversation with you, and you find yourself smiling while actually eating - he asks about your studies, what cultural affairs you’ve mastered, and which season you like best. You fail to see how your mother watches this exchange, eyes narrowed in a venomous stare at how you quietly laugh at his quips and wit. Dinner comes and goes, all the way the coldness your mother regards you does not thaw or melt - it’s as if her heart has frozen since the day her husband was buried and nothing could change the everlasting winter that lived within her body.

It is like this when the dinner ends and she leaves first, leaving her plates there for Thoma to clean up and she stalks to her shared room with the Lord of the House and Ayato frowns, for once looking like his age and no longer like the master everyone expects him to be since the loss of his own parents. The atmosphere that was once pleasant, and almost happy faded the moment your mother stepped away from the dining room, and now the air is tense with all things unsaid.

“I’m sorry about her, my mother…she - she has not been the same since my father’s death. Please don’t hold this against her.” You say, voice quiet and polite in the way you’ve been taught to speak since you could walk. Ayato turns to look at you, and you shiver in your seat again as you are trapped by those lovely eyes once again. Is this what a butterfly on a corkboard feels like? You find his gaze terrifying as it is lovely.

“It’s quite alright, I hope you don’t mind me speaking plainly but this was an advantageous match for me. I have no intentions of loving your mother, like the way your father did. I do not think there will ever be another man for your mother that could fill the hole of a husband as he could.” He explains, wiping his mouth with a napkin in the smooth and pristine way men of his class only could and you find yourself nodding.

“You would be correct in that assumption. She was changed much by the loss of my father and I understand this was arranged, all that I can ask is that you take care of her to the best of your abilities. I pray that is not too much to ask.” You say, inclining your head to show your respect to him, both as the husband to your mother and as the master of your new home. You can’t see how this makes him ball his fists under the table, knuckles growing white at your soft and delicate speech. Your mother was known for her ways, grief made her lose all her wits, and many men find her not to be a respectable match despite the wealth she carries both from her own blood and that of her previous husband. It is because of how she carries herself it has made many men, many fine suitors turn their eyes away from you despite how well of a match you would make for another man. Mayhaps that is why he took this match, you now being…his daughter in the legal sense could make you find a good match, and take you away from your mother and her wretchedness.

He blames his sympathy for women on his little sister, finds much of her traits that people love in you, and wants to sponsor your own growth so you may grow into a finer woman than you already are.

“Of course, and please do understand that I will take care of you in any capacity. I understand that me being your father may be uncomfortable for you but I do believe that every young woman should have a male figure that she could rely on entirely. I will do my best to fill such a role for you in the most respectful capacity. I do not wish to replace your father, I just want you to know I am here for you in any way you would like me to be.” He explains, rising from his position as head of the table and reaching out a hand to help you rise from your own seat.

He lets you fit your arm into the crook of his elbow and begins to lead you away from the dining room and to the bed chambers part of the manor and he nods when he sees Thoma once again taking the cutlery away. Ayato finds it difficult to walk faster, your company is so sweet it reminds him of the red bean mochi his mother made for him on his 12th birthday before she grew too frail to see him for his 13th. Your perfume fills his senses on the last turn to your new room, it sweetly makes its way past his cheek when you tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, and he finds his eyes tracing the line of your neck as you turn to bid him goodnight with a smile.

You step into your room, and the shoji board slides shut marking the end to a moment he truly wished was a moment more eternal. He makes to turn and makes his way to his own bed chambers he shares with your mother, and the towering castle of Tenshukaku is all he sees. In a moment of pure weakness as he will call this moment when morning comes and he prays - prays to his god that is most closest onto heaven and prays that you could be his rather than the woman in his bed.

The night does not go well for you, despite being dressed in your favorite sleeping yukata - the fabric of soft and loose against your body and does nothing to aid you in sleeping tonight. You think of your mother, of your father, and of Ayato. You fall into a trance of almost sleep and almost awake, every time you nod off you would wake to the image of your mother shouting at you and how Ayato smiled at you. Sitting up from your futon you sigh, bringing your hands to your face and shaking your head as the all too familiar stinging in your eyes makes embarrassment fill you from the inside out.

The only thing that soothes you in times like these was a stroll through the gardens of your home, counting the petals of the tsubaki when they are in bloom but this isn’t your home and you don’t know if there will be tsubaki petals to count when you arrive to the beautiful gardens you saw when you had first arrived. The moon is full, high in the sky, and through the shoji boards that make up your window you can see the branches of the tree in the gardens move in the gentle wind almost as if it waves you, beseeching you to see the garden in all its glory and who are you to deny what is asked of you? The manor looks different in the dark than in the light of day, no candles are here to guide you but the moon and you find yourself on the porch looking out at the blue flowers that glow in the night with a soft small.

The natural beauty of the world always soothes you in a way nothing else can and it can be seen in the smile you wear as bright and as high as the moon in the sky that watches over you. You are so entranced you don’t hear the footsteps on the tatami mats behind you nor the steps on the wood paneling until you hear the voice that has haunted you tonight since dinner started.

“You shouldn’t be here so late at night,” Ayato says, voice low and firm, his arms crossed over his chest as he looks you over. Your hair is down, no longer done in the style you had it in the day and you have forgone the beautifully designed kimono instead you wear a plain white yukata made for sleeping. He finds how cruelly unfair it is that you are ethereal in this state of undress - there is a lump in his throat, your eyes shine in the light of the moon and he finds that he wants you more than he has wanted anything else before. You look back at him over your shoulder, your smile falling at how the man that has haunted you stands before you in all his otherworldly beauty and your throat aches with all that is inside you begging to be freed.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep and I always come out to the garden when that happens.” You apologize, hands folded in your lap as you direct your eyes to fall where it is your hands are situated. Ayato’s eyes trace your figure that is bathed most intimately by the light of the moon with the same heat of the lightning that forks through the Inazuman sky and sighs deep from within. This is a joke, a cruel twist of fate that must be punishment for either his actions or that of his ancestors - that he wants you as the ocean waves want for the shores but can’t have you but must keep you close by the title of family.

“You must not do this again, the Kamisato family has many rivals. Doing this without a guard would prove to be lethal for you.” He lectures, sounding every bit of the elder brother he is, and though he speaks of dangerous, dark things you can’t help but feel at ease with him so near. Ayato is a pillar - in the realm of a beautiful dream that is this nation, a pillar in his house’s affairs, and now he is a pillar to your family. It should trouble you how easily you trust this man that was a stranger a week ago but now you find yourself wanting for him the way fire begs for wood to burn.

“You are right, forgive my lack of foresight my lord. It won’t happen again.” You apologize, head bowing in your admittance and Ayato is not a man strong enough to not watch how your neck moves, sakura petal eyes tracing down your decolletage that is revealed by the open folds of your yukata. He takes his eyes away from the action heavily as if he has stones in his heart at the idea of not having you before him. Nudging with his head he tells you to go back inside, you only catch the mole on his lip in the light of the moon as you rise from your seat on the porch. You make your way across, until you are beside him and you freeze when you catch the scent of sakura and cypress - soft and floral but still cuts through the soft scents of the garden in which you stand.

You once heard of a story in the far regions of the Mondstat, of a snake that tempts a woman to sin the garden of the Anemo Archon and you wonder if that was not just a story but a warning. Lord Kamisato - Ayato, he requested that you call him that is so, is before you and he is as beautiful as a pearl, shining in the palm of your hand; bringing you to him like a moth to a flame.

Mayhaps the snake in the story is you - the weaker parts of you, that relish in your desire and spit on your chastity. Here, in the garden face to face with a piece of you that you aren’t familiar with and a man that brings her into the real world, you find yourself unable to leave as you drown in between the sakura petals and the cypress leaves. Ayato spoke of the danger from rival clans but really doesn’t he know he is more dangerous than any poison or assassin? With a single look, a single word, and a single passing of his perfume he leaves you in shambles, and everything about your life is swallowed by the flames and you can think about wanting him.

From his princely build to the way his hair falls and his eyes shine, he is what you most want at this moment - maybe all you will ever want for the rest of eternity. At festivals Lady Ayaka most often speaks the words most familiar to all Inazumans - We pray to our god, may all our dreams endure forever. In the past, you’d find such sentiments noble but now you can’t help but find them cruel, this must not endure - the heartbreak on your mother, the shame you both would be at the hands of should sapling bud and bloom into a flower you could never take back.

No, this must not go on from the moment you leave the garden. So why is it that you can not make the last step? You can’t leave this place, standing at his side and gazing up at him with all the wonder of first love.

“You need to go back,” Ayato says, his voice heavy when he says your name, “please go back to your chambers.” He urges, eyes locked on the shape of your lips and he curses himself for thinking about tracing the cupid bows of your lips with his tongue.

“I can’t.” Your voice wavers, shy and scared of what you are about to admit - speaking of the things that only exist in your heart makes them real and you can’t help thinking of all the repercussions this would bring if you say what is in your heart.

“Why can’t you?” Ayato asks, hand clenched in a fist and he knows the answer despite it wishing it would be anything else but the truth he knows. The Lord Kamisato is not good at dealing with the truth, all his matters are worked with the materials that lie in the shadows - deceit, manipulation, and veiled threats. All that is around you is but an illusion, only trust what is before you to be true and he desperately wishes you could be anywhere else but before him, as it is what makes the sentiment in your heart to be true.

“The same reason you came here, for me.” You say and it is like the lightning and thunder of his god have struck him down from his place in heaven to the earth. Ayato swallows, heavy and thick and he turns his gaze to look you in the eye. Oh, how lovely you are in the moonlight and Ayato does not curse himself when he thinks about how lovely you would look bathed in the candlelight laying under him in the bedding of his futon.

“Can you fault me? How do I look away now that I have seen you?” He speaks so softly you have a hard time remembering that he runs the darker underbelly of the Yashiro Commission's affairs along with the other commanders - they are the sword that Her Excellency wields in her nation and to keep the peace you can only shudder to think about what dark deals transpire in the shadows of your country.

“I feel the same, something changed tonight. I know it is for you too.” You say and it’s the best you can manage - words such as I love you, I want you, You should be mine instead of my mothers are too dangerous as if they are coated in a poison that would stop your heart should they escape your lips.

“Yes. There has been a change.” Ayato chokes out, his own admission heavy but finds whatever noble words he wanted to say do not come out. Instead, they die, turning to dust on his tongue leaving him parched for a thirst that can only be satisfied by you - your essence in him, surrounding him in a way that only the most intimate of lovers know of. All nobility leaves his lean body with each step he takes toward you, sheds off like snakeskin as he lets his hands cup your face and he finds that sin tastes of you. You gasp at the gentle touch of his kiss, the first one in life by a man and you find yourself accepting it, and the vain, vapid part of you that you have tried so hard to rein in explodes within yourself as you let your hands tremble and clutch at his own robe.

Something small and soft, an ember grows into a wildfire as his tongue swipes at your lips for entrance and your gasping mouth concedes naively as you moan into his own mouth when takes your tongue to suck on. Ayato is a teasing kisser - sucking and nipping and tracing the curves of your teeth to leave you gasping hotly at the foreign experiences that make you break out into goosebumps under the night sky in the garden.

When he breaks away because the gods have cursed him by needing to breathe and not being able to sustain himself off of you completely, he follows each movement away with a peek at your flushed mouth. Pressing his forehead to yours he looks into your eyes, hazed and dimmed with the rush he gave you; he twitches at the thought of that being your first kiss and that tonight, if you let him he will be your first everything. You are sweeter in your affections, pressing fleeting kisses to his lips and brushing your nose to his chin as he pants back his breath, his hands still cupping your cheeks. His thumb rubs at the soft skin and he laughs under his breath quietly at the observation he makes at the moment.

“Your skin - it’s soft, like mochi.” Ayato comments, voice soft and deep, coated in desire as he presses kiss after kiss on your soft cheeks that you giggle at their plushness. You quickly shush yourself and take a quick look around.

“The guards won’t be here if that’s what you are concerning yourself with.” He says, turning his face to whisper into your ear - pressing a gentle peck against the gentle shell and humming amusedly when you gasped at the ticklish sensation. His hands have long since abandoned their hold on your face and you only squirm in their descendent as one settles at the swell of your breast. You gasp, your own soft hands coming to clutch at his wrist when Ayato lets out a pleased hum at the weight of your breast in the palm of his hand, thumb swiping at where the visible pebble of your nipple in the thin fabric.

“Have you ever been with anyone else before me tonight?” Ayato asks his voice smooth as a river and it might be from how he’s touching you, groping you with expert hands that leave you muddled and but you can only give him a soft little “what?” to his question. Ayato’s other hand soon settles itself on the curve of your hip that can’t be seen from the form of your yukata so when it is found - it leaves you trembling when his fingers trail over the curvature, even going as far to make them dig into the plush of your backside.

“I’m asking - sweet little thing if a man other than me has ever been where I am? Has a man kissed you as I have, touched you here,” he is interrupted by the harsh squeeze on your breast that makes you whine,” or there.” Ayato finishes off with a hard squeeze and light tap against your flank that makes you gasp and wilt in his hold.

“No- no one has ever- been where you are before.” You hastily say, voice high and thin as you stutter when his hands grow more and more demanding. Whining when Ayato looks into your eyes and nods when his hand goes under the folds of your yukata, your pure skin shining in the moonlight. You are soft like tsubaki petals and sweet like mochi, Ayato thinks - virginal is the word to describe you from the heat in your cheeks and the doe eyes you give him. He can see your chest in full, enticing and calling for his attention which is received in quick tugs of your tight nipples that make you gasp. Squirming against his touch, you are open to the hot open mouth kisses he places against your neck.

“No marks - please,” You gasp out, your voice withering at his ministrations and you are given a soft nod from him. His hand that was busy pawing your ass has made its way to your front, where the tie of your yukata waited to be undone by his expert hands.

“We can’t have anyone know you were with your new stepfather like this can we?” He teases, hand undoing the knot, finding its way through the silken fabric and pressing against the undergarments you wear. Stuttering at how his fingers press unto the now damp gusset of your panties, you whine into his ear.

“Don’t - don’t call yourself that right now. It’s-,” you are interrupted by the soft moan you let out when his fingers roll against the flushed pearl of your clit in your panties that only grow to be soaked at his slow ministrations. Ayato is experienced and cruel in how he plucks at your strings as if he was the finest koto player in all of the world and you, his instrument.

“It’s what my dear? It appears you’ve lost your thought.” He teases, voice dark like sin and you shudder when it is poured by a kiss at your neck and his fingers making their way past the barrier of your soaked underwear to touch your bare cunt for the first time. They swipe at your folds, collecting the clear nectar you leak so sweetly for him as he waits for you to speak again.

“It’s perverse.” You speak but it comes out like a whine, voice pitched by the haze of lust and you are helpless to how he keeps his fingers at your folds, mapping out the petals of your own flower that blooms so prettily for him. When one goes inside for the first time you squeak at the intrusion, your own hands coming to clutch at his arm as his finger is curled and pumped inside of you.

“Ah, yes it is but you see dearest,” Ayato tilts his head at you with something darker than mischief dancing in his violet eyes, “that is all more reason to call myself such a title - I fear I have quite the penchant for all things perverse.” Anything you want to say next dies on your lips as the second finger makes its way inside of you, joining the first one in how it curls against the spongy spot on your walls that he found with his expert touch. You gasp and shake as you slick his fingers more and more, to the point you wonder if what it is you two are doing can be heard from on the other side of the manor.

You hate yourself for how you feel your cunt clench around him, slick now dripping onto the wood floor beneath you like drops of rain. His thumb aligns itself with your clit and it’s as if one had bottled the lightning that most commonly dances in the sky into your body and only now do you notice how it sings in your veins. Such is the manner of pleasure, one could assume.

Ayato has brought your face to his, violet eyes that will forever haunt gaze at the “o” of your mouth and the scrunch of your brow and he knows what is about to happen to you. The sea of pleasure crashes at your ankles and he will be the one to take you to its depths.

“Go ahead, pretty thing, fall apart for me - for your father.” You feel the saltwater of pleasure crashing onto you, it sinks into your bones - deep into the marrow that slips into each drop of blood that pumps into your heart. One of his hands, you don’t know which one comes to your mouth and steals every moan and cry you let out. It is too much pleasure, too much shock and you don’t have it in yourself to be quiet when everything feels too good for you right now. Ayato does not still his fingers, keeps them focused on the bundle of your nerves intent on making you spill across his fingers in ways that you’ve never done - not for anyone, including yourself.

When you whine against his hand, his palm as warm as the sun he only chuckles softly - the sound sends something hot into your blood and in your sore stomach as the band that had snapped rewinds again and it feels so good it aches.

“Pretty thing, I want something from you and I will have it - give your father what he wants. Be good for me.” It is as if the thunder god had struck you herself as light flashes across your eyes when the shut - squeezed tight as tears from your eyes and tears from your cunt slide out. Ayato - your stepfather’s hand is coated in your slick that shines like the petals in Chinju Forest in the light of the moon. You feel weak as if Ayato was a vampire, a demon that had sucked the life out of you and left you as nothing but a shell. The night does not end - when the Lord of the house himself sees you as you are before him, unclothed and washed in sin how could he ever look elsewhere? How else is he supposed to send you on your way with a satisfied cunt while his cock pulses in his own robes?

It is a mercy that he won’t have to, it seems.

Not when he sees you languidly tying your robe loosely, enough so it closes at your legs but open enough he can see your heaving breasts and tight nipples. When he wets his lips he thinks about them in his mouth and how cute you sound when you squeal from having them played with. His mind goes to a complete blank when he sees you drop to your knees, pressing your knees to the wood that was now tainted with drops of your cum - nudging your face to where the tails of the tie around his waist fall.

The hot bulge of his cock can be felt, and Ayato moans softly when you press the shape of your lips to the imprint. His hand that once quieted you, quieted him in turn and he murmured softly into the heated night air as he let another hand run through your loose hair.

“Now where did you learn this - this is what pleasure women do, did you know that?” He asks a teasing question meant to fluster you at the mention of such a salacious occupation.

“It’s also something that wives do.” You say back, voice muffled by the fabric of his robe and he half chuckles half moans at the tease of your breath against his neglected cock that seems determined to break free of the confines of the fabric.

“Oh? Is that what you want from me - is being my daughter not enough? I never would have mistaken you for a greedy woman.” You whine pitifully - face warm when he mentions what it is that binds you together.

“Stop calling me that when we are like this - it’s a cruel joke.” You say, allowing yourself to be manipulated by him until you realize that you are no longer on your knees but rising to your feet, and pushing yourself in the direction of your chambers.

“Why are you sending me away? You still haven’t-”

“I know, and I won’t, at least not tonight.” Ayato cuts you off, voice firm as he watches you stumble with shaky legs like a newborn fawn. You’ve clutched the opening of your yukata closer to yourself, it reeks of sex and sweat, and things better left unsaid. You tremble as you stand and Ayato finds himself back at your side as he puts a hand on your waist to keep you steady.

“Why?” You ask and he finds it most amusing how your voice has now grown timid, it’s sweet almost and he has always delighted in sweet things.

“Because you aren’t a whore, or my wife - I won’t fuck your cunt or your face like one. You are a lady and I will fuck you one like another time and in another place.” He announces, voice unwavering as he keeps on the right path of sending you to your chambers. It’s later than it once was and the chill will soon take you now that you are not partaking in any strenuous activities - you are open to being taken by it.

“You want to do this again?” You ask, voice as soft as an owl’s wing and Ayato can’t help but coo at you - such an innocent little thing he has in his grasp. How will he be able to focus on other matters with you in his home? He has no idea but he has always found a thrill in the sadistic game of wanting what’s right before you.

“Dearest now that I have had you, I fear there is no one else I could want. So let’s do our best to enjoy it while it lasts.” He teases and he pushes you forward, into the halls that lead to your bed and you find yourself looking back at the man that in a single night has you in his web. Ayato smiles at you, and you fear something wicked this way comes.

“Get some rest, daughter dearest. I’ll see you in the morning.” with a shiver running down the notches of your too-delicate spine, you run back to your chambers and find that sleep takes you in her arms much more openly than before.

And when you wake up and sit across the periwinkle-haired man you find that the night before was not a dream but rather the reality upon which eternity is built on.

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