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honeykaes · 10 months

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not a fairytale

pairing: ayato x femme!reader II 3.1k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, hurt/comfort, angst, arranged-marriage au, based on queen charlotte, reader is from fontaine, fingering, cunnilingus, virginity loss, creampies, unedited

synopsis: to improve relations between inazuma and fontaine, focolors and raiden shogun arrange you and ayato to get married much to your dismay. As you try to be hopeful about the situation, you find yourself getting angrier and lonelier as ayato completely distances himself from your life.

A small lit candle on your vanity illuminated the dark room as wax soon dropped along its golden holder. Your obi, decorated in navy and sewn with silver cranes was thrown to the ground, leaving your robe barely covering your chest and stomach.

Your eyes gazed at your reflection in the mirror, darkened eyes watching you back. You looked completely different than you did in Fontaine three months ago before you had sailed across the lands for weeks to reach Inazuma where you would reside for the rest of your days with a man you had never met before.

It had been three months since you had married Ayato Kamisato, the head of the Yashiro Commission in Inazuma.

The archons, Focolars and the Raiden Shogun had chosen your families to wed as to improve relations between the two nations—your family, hailed for its international politics and diplomacy matched with his family’s managing shrines, festivals, and other cultural events. You had traded your bodices, frills, and corsets for robes, obis, and haoris.

You hated being a pawn in a game you weren’t even playing, but how could you fight against two all-powerful archons? When you first met your husband, he had seemed kind as you battled with yourself whether you could run away without your family being tried by Focolars for “breach of contract”. Ayato offered reassurances, that you wouldn’t be forced to do anything you didn’t please, that you’d be free how to go about life in the estate.

It comforted your heart and made you hopeful that you had an ally, someone to rely on, someone to eventually trust and love. Yet, after you said your vows in front of the people of Inazuma adorned in a white shiromuku kimono you didn’t get to choose, he distance himself from you and ushered off to attend to whatever with his retainers flashing a sad look to you.

The two of you haven’t even consummated the wedding. How utterly embarrassing. The man had not provided a shared bedroom with him. It was separate rooms, separate lives, separate people.

You hardly saw him at all.

You gripped your fists tight, nails digging in the flesh of your palms. Tears pricked at your eyes watching your hardened eyes fill with them.

“It’s not fair. I didn’t want this. I never wanted a marriage like this…” you muttered out loud. You heard a timid knock on the door as one of your personal retainers, Ayato seemed to assign her to, peaked her head out of the door.

“My l-lady? Are you crying?” she stammered out. You narrowed your eyes at her, quickly wiping your cheeks to hide any stains or residue your tears could leave behind. Shifting under the weight of your cold gaze, her eyes leered away momentarily before gazing back at you.

“I’m fine,” you muttered. “He missed my dinner invitation again despite the numerous attempts to get his attention. I’m not going to try anymore. I’m tired of feeling like this.”

The retainer hesitantly leered behind her again before letting out a soft sigh.

“I see, my lady. But, my lord is actually here at the door with me wishing to speak with you,” she answered, opening the door further to reveal Ayato’s somber form peering over at you. He was dressed casually in a pale blue yukata, purple heko obi wrapped around his waist. His lips pulled themselves in a frown.

The sight of his eyes gazing at you pitifully caused bubbles of anger to rile deep in your chest. You turned your head around glaring at the pair through the reflection of the mirror.

“I don’t care. Va-t’en!” you barked. The retainer shrunk as you yelled, looking up to Ayato as he silently lifted a hand up signaling she could leave. The retainer rushed out as Ayato walked fully into your private chamber, closing the shoji behind him. You hear his heavy footstep creep closer to you as you shut your eyes, knowing he was now right behind you.

“(Name), I believe I owe you a long-deserved apology,” he murmured. You napped your eyes open, whipping your head around, and scoffed, seeing his frown deepen.

“Oh? What makes you say that?” you sarcastically ask. You rose from your seat, jamming a finger into his chest. Ayato could feel the daggers digging into his eyes from your gaze.

“You said we were in this together. That’s what you told me on our wedding day! That’s what you even said in your vows to me,” you barked. Tears were beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes once more, as Ayato’s eyes softened.

“You made me believe that this shitty situation would be hopeful! That I’d be happy despite being a sacrificial pawn to my nation,” you yelled out. Ayato briefly closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh from his chest.

“...It seems my own judgment about you was incorrect,” he replied, reaching out and placing his hand on your shoulder. A fire lit under you as the rage that developed for months finally reached its boiling point. You shrugged away his hand, Ayato’s mouth opening in surprise.

“Don’t act like my husband now, my lord,” you cooly reply. Ayato closed his mouth, taking a sigh once more to collect himself and retreating his hand back to his sigh.

“When we first met, and I saw you at the docks strategizing with yourself on how you could wiggle yourself out of this situation, I couldn’t help but smile. It comforted me that I was also not alone in feeling like a pawn to the archons, to the nation,” he confessed. You sniffled, crossing your arms tight. He thought you would interrupt him, curse at him, beat on his chest but you stood there, silent tears streaming down your face, and simply glared at him.

“You told me your wish for independence. I knew that you did not want this, so I did not want to force you into a role you had no choice to do. I wanted you to be able to do as you pleased and work on your efforts of diplomacy and international cultural teachings Inazuma needs after the Sakoku Decree lifted—”

“No, Ayato! I WANTED LOVE!”

Your eyes widened surprised by your own outrage before drifting your arms to hug yourself. Your blurry vision darted to the floor, shame bubbling inside of you as you finally admitted the core issue of your frustration. Ayato’s lilac eyes widened, taking a step back surprised at your outburst too.

You turned your body around, trying to escape his eyes peering into your own. The two of you briefly sat in silence, the candle still burning briefly alerting you that Ayato still remained there, paused as his shadow did not move.

You wiped your eyes once more, sniffing loudly to prevent any snot threatening to peak from your nose, and took a shaky sigh before turning around to face your husband. His eyes had narrowed, not from anger or disappointment, but from thought.

“...As a child, my favorite story was Cendrillon. Although I did not have an evil stepmother or step-siblings, I related to that poor girl so much,” you confessed. Ayato took a silent step forever, getting closer to you.

“Yes, I wanted my independence and freedom but I also wanted to share that with someone that I loved,” you uttered, voice beginning to get shaky. Ayato still had not said a word, same expression outlined on his face.

“...I…” Ayato trailed off before, closing his mouth once again. He took a deep breath, an attempt to reassure himself against your own watchful eyes.

“When my parents passed when I was a child, the stories that I loved…I began to hate them. How could these fairytales, love like that even exist even when I would never be granted those privileges? I couldn’t shrink my responsibility, I had to take care of my little sister and the clan my father had left for me,” Ayato recalled, closing his eyes.

“I didn't understand because I had the legacy of my bloodline, my family on my shoulders; however…” he trailed off, reaching his hand for your palm. He lifted the appendage up, pressing his lips against your palm.

“...I need to at least be willing to learn with you. I cannot promise I will be a prince from those stories, but, as I said in our vows, I will open myself to you, in my heart…if you’ll still let me.”

You froze as Ayato gave you a soft smile, letting your hand go and placing his large palm against your cheek. It was warm, his touch gentle as if he was handling cracked glass. As more tears cascaded down your cheek, he wiped them away with his thumb slowly leaning him and placing his lips on top of your own.

And to both of your surprise, your eyes fluttered close—pressing your lips back with the same fervor.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss and closing an inch of space between you two—lips desperate and clinging on to the hope of reassurance of the future of your marriage. A low moan reverberated from Ayato’s lips, drifting his hands to your waist, and pulling you closer. You gasped feeling something hard beginning to nudge your upper thighs, before he gripped your robe—already exposing much of your body to him—and took it off, leaving you bare to him

Embarrassment fills your form remembering the little clothes you did have on when you confronted Ayato, but it didn’t matter at this moment; his hands gently brought your body down against the large plush futon on the ground. He laid on top of you, breaking the kiss momentarily to let his eyes wander across your form before claiming them once more. Ayato’s hand brushed against your thighs, pinching the plush skin of your upper thighs.

Ayato breaks the kiss once more, grunting in brief frustration, at the lack of contact his skin was having yours. With his obi and yukata joining your attire, your eyes fell to his hardened cock before he laid on top of you once more, pressing his lips against the shell of your ear. His hand snaked itself between your thighs, cupping your slit as a soft sigh escaped your lips.

“Ayato, please,” you begged. He sucked a breath in and felt his cock throb at the low seductive nature of your voice. Two fingers brushed themselves along your fold, gathering up the slick drooling out of you You gasped as they sank themselves inside, inching deeper into your core. Ayato struggled pumping his fingers inside of you from how tight you were, walls clinging against him as if they didn’t want them to leave.

“You’re beautiful and already dripping this much for me. I didn't take you for the innocent type,” he hummed in your ear. Your nails harpooned in the soft silk of your sheets, feeling hot precum smearing against your leg as Ayato absentmindedly ground himself against you.

“I see you’re feeling confident now, my lord,” you muttered in response. Ayato clicked his tongue, pressing his lips against your neck.

“I thought I told you when we got married not to call me that. I want to hear your voice, especially like this, call me by my given name,” he whispered. You choke out another moan, his fingers scissoring themselves to stretch you out further. Ayato leaned over, stealing another kiss from you, before parting his fingers. The digits were illuminating under the dim light, caked with your arousal before Ayato briskly lapped them up.

His lips moved down from your neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses along your body.

“W-What are you doing now,” you stammered out as he reached the valley of your breasts. His hands propped up, fondling the pair with a tight squeeze as you whined.

“Something you’ll enjoy, I promise,” he reassured, lips curling to a smirk. He flashed his eye up briefly at you, admiring your embarrassed expression eating up every move and tease he was showing to your body. A soft laugh escaped him before continuing to kiss down your body until he reached your naval.

“Did they not explain what consummating truly meant?” he hummed in amusement, lips moving towards your inner thighs. You ball your hands into fists, pounding them down against the futon.

“I know what it means! I’ve read books about it, Ayato! It’s not like I had anything else to do stuck inside of here all day!” you barked back. Your husband, who was nipping at your inner thighs, paused hesitantly before offering you a regretful smile.

“Hence why I want to give you the best experience possible. To help atone for my cruelty,” he replied. He set his sight on your entrance, watching your sweet hole puckering on nothing, and leaned in further. Opening his mouth, Ayato pressed his tongue along your slit, sliding the muscle up and down. You whined, pleasure shooting through you as his tongue nudged against your clit ever so often.

He slurped the abundant slick pouring from you, wrapping his lips against your swollen clit and sucking with passion. His name yelled from your lips, drifting your hands down on Ayato’s soft pale blue hair—pushing his head further against your crotch. Your ground your hips against his face desperate for more friction on the bundle of nerves.

“Heh…our retainers probably know what we are doing from how loud you are being,” he cooed, giving your clit kitten licks as your hips bucked for more. He quickly released your hands that were pressing against Ayato’s hair covering your mouth in embarrassment. He clicked his tongue, corners of his lips turned downwards before gliding two fingers back inside of your warmth, curling themselves inside of you as if they were determinately searching for something.

“That’s not to say to be quiet, love. Please…I want to hear your voice. Let me know how my actions are making you feel,” he breathlessly groaned. You shakily let your hands go, pitch rising as Ayato went back to toying with your clit as he pumped his fingers inside of you. Your stomach churned, thighs trembling as you crawled closer to your high.

“Ayato! Ayato, fuck!” you cursed out loudly, overwhelmed with the pleasure he graced you with throughout your body. As you shivered in pleasure, hips rising without control, Ayato pressed his hand down—trying to control your writhing form.

“Easy there. Shhh, I got you,” he cooed, helping you ease down from your climax. Your chest heaved, catching your breath—half-lidded, tired eyes peering up at his soft ones. You drifted your eyes away from his gaze as he leaned up, wiping his mouth of the slick that clung onto it.

Your attention was now on his cock, twitching impatiently. Although it wasn’t girthy, it was long and looked heavy as it curled up. Precum budded at his flushed tip; a few moles littering along its base.

Ayato lined himself up against your slit, the sensation feeling foreign to you as he reassuringly nudged his tip against your burning clit. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, trying to internally prepare for what was to come.

“I won’t sugarcoat it, this is going to be painful,” he murmured, offering you a kiss on your cheek. “But, just let me know when you're ready for me to start moving. Don’t worry about how long that will take. I’m a patient man.”

Ayato slowly slid his cock inside of you. You suck a sharp breath in, walls burning as you feel him slowly stretching you out overtook your senses. As he inched further, Ayato found gnawed on his bottom lip fighting the urge to immediately bottom out. Your walls were soft, tightly clenched around his length. Your nails dig into his pale. Broad shoulders as tears develop in your eyes.

As he finally bottoms out, he peppered kisses along your tear-stained face, softly moaning at your pulsating walls trying to milk him.

“You’re taking me so well. It’s hard to control myself when I have you like this,’ he confessed, drawing shapes on your hips to distract yourself from the pain. His fingers eventually move away finding themselves against your clit while it rubbed tight circles, trying to ease the torment into pleasure

Time eventually passes and you whine, offering a shaky nod. Pressing his lips on yours one more time, his hips begin to move. His pace is powerful, clearly overwhelmed by your cunt. You could hear him grunt against the shell of your ear, muttering your name repeatedly.

Your legs wrapped around his thin waist, allowing him to plunge himself deeper. Ayato’s tip brushed against the spot he had found earlier and you yelped out in response. Your head had thrown back, sliding your nails down his back as he clenched his jaw at the sharp pain. He increases his pace, as the sound of skin slapping against one another echoed throughout the room.

With his balls slapping against your ass, his eyes focused on his cock continuously disappearing inside of you, glistening in your slick. Your stomach churned, walls fluttering down as you crept closer to your high once more.

His patience had sadly thinned too much, shutting his eyes tight and grunting loudly. His hips stifled, cum shooting deep inside of you.

“I can’t stop myself, I’m sorry,” he slurred out, pressing his face tight against the nape of your neck. He continued to rut against you, thrusting his cum deeper as one hand stroked along your thigh to try to wake him up from this spell.

As his thrust slowed and then halted, sheathed completely inside of you, he lifted his face from your sweaty nape—capturing your lips once more. The two of you moaned before he leaned away again.

A blush had decorated Ayato’s face, lilac eyes darker and focused as if you were the only person on the planet. His head clung onto his forehead, his lips, glossy, as a string of saliva connected them with yours still. You let your hands fall to the futon before Ayato weaved his own with them and gave you a soft smile.

He was beautiful like this, vulnerable. It was different from his usual distant, calculating self.

“What made you come tonight,” you whispered. Ayato sighed, letting your hands go and leaning his head to rest on one of your breasts.

“My sister and one of my closest retainers, Thoma. The pair held an intervention for me and put the mirror to my face on how I was treating you. He paused briefly.

“As I said, I’m truly sorry. You won’t have to worry about me leaving you alone anymore,” he whispered. You smiled.

Although it would not make up for everything he put you through, it was at least a start.

A glimmer of hope.

You brushed his hair with your hand, closing your eyes—a peace you haven’t felt in months overtaking you.

“We’re in this together. Never forget that.”

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dxstopiaa · 1 year

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Sinful Syllables

Synopsis: Name-spelling never exposed your lover’s dirty secrets like this before. [18+ drabbles]

Characters: Thoma, Ayato, Childe and Dottore x Fem! Reader! <3

Warnings: Pure NSFW content, interact at your own risk. [Content: Oral giving and receiving, Impact Play, Exhibitionism, Humiliation.] [ exposed myself with dottore’s part (>////<) ? ]

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Thoma

Toys

“Ah—Dear! Please, Stop!” His muffled whines were whispered into your ear. Poor Thoma, he tried so hard to resist whatever scandalous plans you had, just for you, yet you’re pushing him to his limit. That vibrating cock ring you had begged him to try— the housekeeper was doing his best to not cum in his boxers, it would be more to add to his already busy schedule. You chuckled lightly as he almost collapsed onto you, opting to guide him to the bedroom to give him his long awaited reward.

Humiliation

He knew you still had some decency not to take the teasing too far in-front of the Kamisato clan, but that doesn’t mean you never done so. You think it’s adorable when he stifles a moan beside you when sitting together, rubbing your hand over his clothed erection. The worst part is that the other maids gave him a questionable look. Embarrassment glowed on his cheeks, covering his face from shame. He couldn’t believe how he had let you reduce him to such a state, maybe it’s that gorgeous grin on your lips—the ones he wanted to kiss so badly.

Oral

He’s inexperienced with giving oral— it’s messy and experimental but it never fails to have you cumming over his tongue from every sloppy kiss to your clit. You’re latching onto his golden hair, tugging on it with every wave of euphoria which hit you, pulling his face flush in-between your thighs. He’s treated you so well, this gesture should be reciprocated too, no? You’d trail your lips over his tip, sucking and licking the sensitive slit of his. Thoma whines and groans whilst you begin to deepthroat his cock, relishing in the feeling of your warm mouth.

Moaning

Thoma makes the prettiest noises— drag your tongue over his nipples and he’ll be whining and whimpering, run sloppy kisses over the tip of his dick and you’ll have a moaning mess of a man beneath you. Each touch of yours flowed pleasurably through his body like water and electricity, he’s always very sensitive. Don’t forget the pleads and broken begs he stutters out when you edge him for the first time, increasing in volume and desperation as minutes passed. “Ah..! Continue, i beg of you!”

Authority

While he is a switch, he’s more on the submissive side. Why you ask? He’s always so busy with his duties he longs for the scenario where he can just let go of himself for once. Your boyfriend is extremely tired once he comes back to you after a day’s work, so much so that he allows you to do whatever you want to him. Ride him? Sure, Thoma adores the way your body slides up and down his cock, evidently with his breathy moans. Just want to cuddle and cockwarm him? That’s completely fine too, he’ll fall asleep with you closer than ever. Some occasions he’ll be dominant with you if you’ve been teasing him for so long, but he always eventually ends up following your every command.

Ayato

Authority

Most definitely dominant, the commissioner prefers to be in control as he knows exactly how to make the both of you feel good. No doubt about it, he finds it endearing how you want to try and top him, but one way or another you’ll be beneath him, punished for trying to tease too much. Whether you want Ayato to be soft or rough, he’ll cater to your desires, just leave it all to him. He will send tides of delight wherever you wish so, on your delicate pussy or your pretty breasts.

Yearning

He tries ever so hard to concentrate on the documents on the table in-front of him, but the longer he stares, the more that unholy image of your unclothed body on the very same desk reappears. His dick throbbed against the tight constraints of his suit trousers, making it even more of a challenge to focus. The friction of his hand trailing up his cock reminded him of your ass grinding against his thigh whilst he’s working— it almost compelled him to invite you to his office himself. Only a few more minutes and he’ll have his way with you.

Addiction

He’s addicted to your soft pants whenever he’s pumping in and out of you—such beautiful noises from his beloved, but ever sinful. It’s futile really, you’re begging to the Celestia above that he’ll let you have your release, you should be praying to him instead. No issue though, Ayato can just fuck you harder and rougher until you realise your mistake and begin to sing melodic pleads to your fiancé instead. He deserves your attention, he supposes.

Threesome

“Relax, princess.” He coos, sending your discomfort upon feeling a second dick resting against your ass. Ayato had proposed the concept of his hydro silhouette mere minutes ago, but the idea hadn’t processed through yet from how hard he was fucking you, reducing your mind to a numb, stimulated mess. The unusual yet not unpleasant sensation of the sly mimic sliding his cock between your soft thighs before thrusting into pace beside your fiancé left you desperate for more and more. A mix of hydro and cum leaked down your legs and poured out from your cunt when they both finished inside you, the silhouette disappeared after Ayato dismissed it, he’d rather put his strength into caring for your exhausted body.

Orgasm

He knows you’re close, he can feel your wet pussy clenching him so tightly. Your moans grew in volume, as did your back arch into Ayato’s bare chest. Does he let you finish, or should be edge you till he’s the one cunning first? Both offers are so, so tempting that the Yashiro commissioner can’t make his mind up. If he’s feeling generous enough that day, he would ask you which you’d prefer. If he’s in a teasing mood, he’ll do the exact opposite of what you ask him, adoring those groans of frustration from your pouty lips. Perhaps you should ask nicely.

Childe

Cum

If there was one place Tartaglia loved to cum, it would be inside of you. Your pussy clenching around his cock in a desirous objective to keep his hot load within you. It was difficult for your boyfriend not to get hard again from how eager you were to please him. His cum is definitely thick and there’s a substantial amount of it—yet it doesn’t take long at all for him to spill all of it wherever he wants. Whether it’s all over his hands whilst showering, thinking of your ass bouncing against his hips or over your breasts, he can’t go a day or two without relieving himself.

Hypersexual

Sex was on his mind constantly, his mind often wanders to your body whilst he’s in important meetings or simply when you’re sleeping beside him. It pains him to have to conceal his hardness; it was something the immature man was yet to learn. Of course, he’d always ask you if you’re comfortable with his high-maintenance libido, just for you he’d be willing to learn self control. Don’t leave him waiting for too long though, or the next time he’ll be pumping into you for hours.

Impregnation

Everyone knows how fond Childe is of familial bonds— he adores the day he’ll be able to greet his children when he arrives from work, dedicating as much time as he can to being a good father. So expect to be held into a mating press with his dick, for once, slowly and carefully moving along your walls, ensuring he hits your cervix so he can fill it with as much of his seed as possible. He lusts over your soft moans, it tells the young harbinger exactly how contented you feel and how deep he’s reaching. Bonus for your husband if you beg him for his cum, he’ll have you in all possible positions to ensure all his sperm can reach your womb.

Lingerie

It’s not a new discovery that Tartaglia has the overflowing income he can spend without any worry. Why not buy you something to pamper yourself with whilst he’s here? Red’s his favourite colour to see, it looks so gorgeous on you. Lace, silk and frills are no exception to these garments, they’ll always be personalised to match you to so that he gets hard just thinking about it. He absolutely adores you teasing him by sitting on his lap or bending over in that skimpy short robe to reveal your delicate panties. So much so that he’ll just move them to the side when he fucks you.

Dacryphillia

Glossy, tear-ridden eyes greet his lusty ones as you try your best to keep it hidden. Cute, but it doesn’t work. Tartaglia will keep thrusting deeper and deeper until the droplets of salty water descend your flushed cheeks. Your pants and cries of it all being too much go unheard—no, ignored even, your boyfriend is too busy overstimulating you. “Awe, it’s alright, princess, at least you know how good i make you feel…mhm?”

Energy

A well-fought harbinger, determined in battle, you can’t expect him to be any less energetic in bed, can’t you? Childe can run on pure lust alone, he disregards any tiredness with the motive of chasing out every last orgasm you have for him. Most nights, expect around three, lengthy rounds—if you’ve managed to work him up or fill him with jealousy, oh no. Be prepared to be bred and fucked until you’re rendered half-unconscious from the pleasure. “Exhausted already, love? Ah, that won’t do, you’ve got more stamina than that, i know you do.”

Dottore

Diversiform

It was all just too much — your pretty mouth stretched open to accommodate for your husband’s cock whilst your delicate hands smoothed over his clones’ either side of you, their grunts drowning out your own cries of ecstasy. Not to mention the lookalike who was pounding deep inside of you, fucking you roughly with each chasmic thrust. Dottore cackled, chanting a compound of praise and coos. He should suggest his lewd ideas more often, he suggests. “Hah, love…just like that, my wife.”

Oral

Your lips were coated in his cum and saliva— Dottore would pull you up by your collar to taste himself from your sore lips, moaning loudly when you’d try to grind against him whilst you temporarily sat on his lap. It was an endless cycle of trying to fit his length into your warm mouth, tears rolling down your cheeks whilst gagging as he had thrusted too far down your throat. Your knees would be scarlet and bruised afterwards— but he knew you liked it rough anyways.

Toys

As, perhaps, the most skilled ‘engineer’ within Teyvat, the proposal of toys had been brought up countless times. Though of course, not without some modifications. Dottore often sat a few feet away, stroking his calloused hand over his dick whilst you pleasured yourself with his inventions. A phallic-shaped piece ravaging your walls, the automatic movement proving too rapid for your limits. Tears collected in the corner of your eyes, hiccuping whilst begging your beloved to fill you up instead. He merely huffed, accelerating the speed once more.

Tentacles

It wasn’t uncustomary for the harbinger to introduce all sorts of new fantasies, but upon witnessing you indulging in such filthy… aquatic novels, he had decided to treat you a little. Hence why you were strewn across his bed, tendrils from who knows where filling you up, the slimy appendages slithering over your clit and pumping against your already full cervix whilst you writhed and moaned, clasping onto Dottore’s hand as he relished in the obscene sounds. You were abandoned in the realm of overstimulation, barely able to slur some muffled pleads from your lips whilst the array of suction cups continued to suck on your sensitive nipples.

Objection

Tears threatened to spill from your glossy eyes when your beloved pulled out right before you reached your climax. He loved watching you force yourself back against his cock, your soft thighs hitting his own in desperation. So cute, maybe he should just let you have your release. On second thought, he recalls your bratty behaviour earlier and the doctor decides your punishment hasn’t finished just yet.

Restraints

Your husband ponders that you look beautiful like this— thick leather straps pulling and coercing your plush thighs open, swerving around your breasts and ass, squeezing them ever so slightly. The mere appearance of the constraints pulling you into submission has him painfully hard whilst he imagines everything he could do to you right now.

Embarrassment

“Look at you, already making a mess of yourself…” The doctor frowned, fucking the disobedience from your body mercilessly whilst he ignored your mewls of humiliation. He just loved seeing your strained expression, retaining as much dignity as you could when you’re literally being stared at by a trio of flustered, lusty fatui agents. The harbinger continued to cackle spontaneously at you, who trying ever so hard not to disappoint her dear husband. Dottore continued to pinch and suck your sensitive nipples whilst he rammed into you over and over again, so much so that you no longer cared who was observing.

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yuenieve · 2 years

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a friendly exchange [k.ayato]

feat. single dad! kamisato ayato, elementary school teacher! female reader.

content warning: modern!au, smut with plot lol, more plot than smut tbh, rich CEO ayato, elementary school teacher reader, dilf/teacher, corruption kink, he’s a tease lmao, dacryphilia(?), doggy, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mating press, bulge kink, pet names (angel, love, darling, girl, precious), he says mommy once, praise(?), he’s kinda a mean dom in the end, fem!reader.

word count: too many to count.

notes: i finished this at 4 am rip sorry for any mistakes lol

nsfw content under the cut!

There wasn’t a pair of ears who haven’t heard of the name Kamisato Ayato. Everyone and their neighbor’s dog have heard some mention of the blue-haired business man. As head of the nation’s leading corporation, Kamisato Ayato was quite the figurative icon.

Figurative more than icon. Because although the well-known CEO has had his name plastered on every nook and cranny of the city, he rarely made a public appearance.

Despite his fame and recognition, you only knew 2 things about him:

1) He is a wealthy and important man. His business, Kamisato Enterprise, oversees many—if not all—work fields in the country, including education. Heck, half his daily income could cover your yearly salary.

2) His son is your student.

Kamisato Akihiko was an intelligent and reserved 1st grader in your class. What he lacked in boisterous banter, he made up in chivalrous charm. You often caught him nose buried in a hardcover book, instead of being with the bustling children on the playground during recess.

Akihiko was a model child, you knew that.

But why were you so nervous to meet his father on parent-teacher day?

Maybe it’s because you knew nothing about his personal life, or because you’ve never seen the mysterious man. Your colleagues at the front office told you his wife showed up for all school events related to Akihiko, but never him. However, by some stroke of luck, Ayato himself RSVP’d for the parent-teacher meeting today.

Swallowing down a nervous gulp, you stood by your classroom door and called out Akihiko’s name. You walked back to your desk, arranging the stack of papers for the nth time.

You heard a knock, “Excuse me?”

His voice was handsomely husky, you noted. Turning around, you came face to face with what you would have assumed to be a relic of a Greek god.

His tall stature and broad shoulders had your eyes wandering. His defined arms looked so incredibly attractive despite being hidden under his suit jacket. He ran a hand through his lilac locks and smiled politely.

“Mr Kamisato…welcome,” You greeted, finally meeting his eyes.

Get a grip, he’s a married man!! I shouldn’t have thought of that, please forgive me…

“Thank you for having me, miss L/n.”

You exchanged the friendly smile and gestured towards one of the desks, “Please, have a seat.”

He sat down and took his expensive black gloves off, you mentally cursed yourself for finding the action effortlessly enticing. You cleared your throat and handed him the papers.

“Akihiko is a wonderful student, these are his assignments and tests.” Ayato went through them and nodded along,

“He’s performing exceptionally well, as you can see. Some of our head teachers are even recommending he skip a few grades.”

Ayato hummed and held his chin between his thumb and pointer finger, “I see…but what do you think?”

“Huh?” You stuttered, not expecting the question.

“What those head teachers say do not concern me. You are Akihiko’s teacher, so you know him best. What do you think? Should he skip a few grades?”

You leaned back against your desk and contemplated the matter. Albeit the little boy truly was clever, you felt hesitant about the decision.

“In all honesty, Mr Kamisato…I don’t think he should,” you answered.

Ayato gave you a knowing look to go on.

“I don’t mean to say your son is incapable of undergoing a higher level workload, but…he’s still a child. The beginning years of elementary school are not meant for academic woes. Akihiko should spend these years exploring his interests, making friends and having fun. He should…be a kid.”

The corner of Ayato’s lips tugged upwards and he nodded, “I wholly agree with you.”

You smiled and turned around to fetch the attendance sheet. Unbeknownst to you, Ayato was gazing at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

“If you could just sign here, and if you have any further questions about your son’s performance, I am more than happy to oblige.” You told him.

He sighed and signed the paper, “No, that’s all.” He paused to look into your eyes, “I’m happy you’re Akihiko’s teacher.”

You shyly looked down and smiled as you received the papers back from him.

“I—uhh wasn’t expecting you here, Mr Kamisato. I’ve been told your wife comes to all school events.”

He arched a brow in confusion, “Wife?”

You blinked, “Y-yeah, I believe her name was Kamisato Ayaka…?”

“Ah,” the realization dawned on him, “I think you’ve misunderstood; that’s my sister.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry—!“

“No, no, it’s quite alright.” He assured with a gentle smile. “I don’t have a wife.”

“Oh…”

“My ex wife left when Akihiko was 3.”

You opened your mouth then closed it, unsure of what to respond with. Ayato noticed your predicament and simply waved his hands dismissively, “It’s fine, it happened a long time ago. I’m sure she’s more than fine with my ex business partner now.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You murmured, sympathetically.

Ayato stared at you. Despite discussing the misfortunate matter at hand, he seemed to focus on you alone. You looked absolutely iridescent in his eyes, he couldn’t help but take a fleeting glance at your lips.

He shook his head and peered at the clock, “My apologies, but I must be going now.”

You nodded as he rose from his seat, “Of course, thank you for coming today.”

He put his gloves back on and extended his hand out, “It was a pleasure meeting you, miss L/n.”

“Likewise, Mr Kamisato.”

He gave you a soft smile before departing from the classroom. Once he was gone, you sighed and walked back to your desk. You stared at his name on the sheet, your mind wandering.

3) He is very handsome.

“Excuse me, miss L/n?”

You peeked down from your desk and spotted Akihiko standing with a bouquet of flowers clearly too big for his 6-year-old hands to carry.

You quickly ushered him to come around the desk and held onto the flower arrangement for him, “What’s this, Akihiko?”

“My dad told me to give it to you, it’s for Mother’s Day.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks and you feigned a cough to hide your flustered face.

“Th-that’s so kind of you two, thank you very much, Akihiko.” You patted the boy’s hair and smiled.

Just then, the last bell rang and the erupt sound of children filled the hallways.

You looked down at Akihiko, “You should be heading out now, I’ll see you on Monday. Please thank your father for the flowers.”

He nodded and began to make his way out the classroom, before abruptly stopping by the door.

You tilted your head, “What’s the matter?”

He slowly turned around, his eyes downcast on his shoes. “Miss L/n? Can you do something for me?”

“Of course, Akihiko. What is it?”

He bashfully played with the hem of his shirt, “Well, my dad always says you’re like a mother to me. He says teachers are our second parents.”

You made a sound of amusement, “Your father is correct.”

“If he is, then…can you participate with me in today’s Mother’s Day card contest?”

Your lips parted, that was the last thing you were expecting him to ask. You felt touched to be in this position, and it warmed your heart to know Akihiko felt comfortable enough with you to ask.

“I’d love to help you make a Mother’s Day card.”

Ayato had been standing by the school entrance for what felt like half an hour now. Usually, he’d send one of his assistants to pick Akihiko up. But since his schedule spontaneously cleared up for the day, he decided to come himself.

Checking his watch for the hundredth time that afternoon, Ayato decided to go inside and assess the situation. The hallways were scarce until he saw children accompanied by their parents in the courtyard.

He saw dozens of tables and chairs folded out, occupied by little kids and mainly their mothers. The scattered piles of paper and other arts and crafts supplies on the ground was enough to tell him what was going on.

Eventually, he spotted his son with you at one of the tables. He made his way over, a smile crossing his face at the sight of both your joyful expressions.

“Dad!!”

Before Ayato knew it, he felt the force of his son’s hug. His short arms trying to go around his father’s hips. You smiled at the display, admiring the little family.

“Someone forgot to come back to the car,” Ayato teased, picking his son up easily and holding him against his shoulder.

“Sorry, dad. I asked miss L/n to be my mom for the contest!” Akihiko said. You felt your face heat up at the given title, but Ayato found your reaction adorable.

Ah, he really wanted to ruin you.

“I see. Well, I’m happy you asked her. She makes quite the mom, don’t you agree?” At this point, Ayato was purposely saying it to fluster you.

“Akihiko, I think they’re starting now. You can go over there,” you mentioned, diverting the topic.

Ayato lowered Akihiko down, letting him run towards the center with the other kids.

“Thank you for the flowers, by the way.” You brought up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Ayato smiled, “You’re most welcome, miss L/n.”

He started clapping as they began to announce the winners of the card contest. But your gaze remained on him, did he always have that pretty mole? It was so close to his lips…if only you could…

“Y/n.”

“Hm?” He turned to you.

“Y/n. You can call me Y/n,” you said.

His smile only grew wider, having to bite down on his lip to contain himself. “In that case, you may call me Ayato.”

You hummed, repeating it, “Ayato…”

“Ayato!! Fuck—!!”

You can’t recall exactly how you ended up with your ass in the air and your face pressed against Ayato’s bed.

After a couple weeks spent chatting during pick up duty, and consequently, after exchanging numbers, Ayato and you grew closer. Until tonight, where he had invited you over for dinner.

One thing lead to another, the same way he lead you to his bedroom, and now you found yourself whining his name as you writhed against the sheets.

“Well isn’t this a surprise? I didn’t expect you to have such a dirty mouth.” He remarked, slamming into your tight cunt even harder.

You moaned loudly, you were grateful that Akihiko was away at his aunt’s house for the weekend.

“Ayato…please…” You squirmed, pathetically. He pulled out and you keened at the sudden empty feeling.

He flipped you over so that you were laying on your back and he could have a good look at your pretty, tear-stricken face. His hands were placed on either side of your head, his strong arms supporting his weight.

“Please what? I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.” He said, leaning in closer. His breath tickled your skin as he left feather light kisses on your chest.

“Please…fuck me,” you whined.

He chuckled, “Aren’t I fucking you right now, angel? Are you saying I’m doing a bad job?”

You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him down against you. You felt his tip nudging against your folds and you whimpered at the slight friction.

“Please, breed me. ‘Want you inside, wanna feel it inside.”

His dick throbbed at your words. If he had no self control, he would have ruined you right this second. He won’t deny, he was hoping you’d say that, hoping you felt the same way he did.

He raised himself up, “Is that it, angel? You want me to knock you up?”

You nodded, feverishly. He smirked and slowly lowered his head to your pussy. He placed a long, wet kiss against your clit, making you buck your hips up sporadically.

He chuckled again, pulling away. “Don’t worry, love,” he said, finally pushing himself in you, “I’ll make you a mommy.”

Your hands instinctively reached out to his shoulders, grabbing onto them to steady yourself as he bottomed out.

Slowly, he began pumping himself in and out of your sloppy cunt. Your past round making it easier for him to slip between your folds.

The sound of skin slapping skin began to fill the room, his thrusts growing harsher and faster. He took one of your hands that were hooked on his shoulder and held onto it as he leaned down.

“Do you feel that?” He whispered, deeply into your ear, guiding your hand towards the noticeable bulge in your abdomen. “Do you feel me inside you?”

“Ayato,” you cried out, he felt you tighten around his length.

“Oh? Does my naughty girl enjoy these lewd things?” He smiled and hoisted your legs up to rest on his shoulders, allowing him to reach even deeper within you.

“Ah! Ayato, r-right there!” You moaned, feeling the knot inside your stomach begin to form.

He practically folded you in half by now, his pelvis hitting your clit with every rut of his hips. He groaned, “You feel so good, precious.”

“A-ayato, ‘m close!!”

His hand met your clit and he started to rub it fervently, “Cum for me, cum all over my cock. Don’t you want to give Akihiko a sibling?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you continued to babble nonsensically, feeling your sweet high approaching.

By the way Ayato’s thrusts were getting sloppier and out of rhythm, you could tell he was close too. The sound of his choked grunts also pushed you further off the edge.

With a cry of his name, your climax finally crashed as you came all over him. A white ring of your slick painted on the base of his cock.

Ayato threw his head back, panting heavily, “I’m—fuck—‘gonna cum.”

You were prepared to feel his warm seed fill your pussy up, but instead, he pulled out and stroked his length once, twice and came all over your stomach.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, you were clearly unsatisfied. You whined and squirmed beneath him, “Ayato, why’d you—“

He held your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to face him.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”

You sniffled and he wiped your stray tears away. He repositioned himself at your entrance, steadily rocking his hips again, making you hiss from how sensitive you were.

“If you want me to fill you up, you’ll have to work a lot harder than that, darling.”

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「 inazuma summer session 」

“you should tell him,” yoimiya chirps, her arms snaking around your shoulders to slump over you. “what’s the worst that could happen? he tells the whole country he rejected you?”

your gaze finally turns from AYATO in his pristine blue yukata, enjoying the food at the festival stands and no doubt torturing the poor vendor with his demands and suggestions.

“yoimiya!” you huff. “don’t be so loud.”

“he’s like a billion miles away, you just have tunnel vision.” you can feel her teasing grin.

really, what could go wrong letting the loudest girl in the nation know who holds the key to your heart? you couldn’t last a second against her knowing smile and feline gaze. your dear friend is also a master extortionist.

“at least tell ayaka. i’m sure she’d understand,” yoimiya suggests, calming down. it’s a good thing her emotional intelligence prevents her from blurting it out to everyone.

“no way! what if she hates me?” you turn around worried. “i can’t throw away years of friendship just because i have a stupid crush on her brother!”

yoimiya hums. “to be fair, the crush is also years old.”

you shake your head. “no way.”

she sighs, finally plopping down beside you. “well then, it’s another summer of inaction. i can’t believe you’re leaving me hanging when you could be giving me juicy details about how the commissioner—”

“yo-i-mi-ya!” you cover your ears, heat rushing to your face.

“i didn’t even finish,” she mumbles. “you have a dirty mind, my dear (name).”

the remark cause even more heat to flood your cheeks and before you can respond, you notice yoimiya signalling to someone in the distance.

“who was that?” you try to turn your head but she places her hands around it to keep it in place.

“ah! i have to- uh- i have to go launch the fireworks! wait for me at our spot, alright?”

you furrow your eyebrows but you can barely get a word out before she’s disappeared in a flash.

“my lord?”

you whip your head around to the source of the voice, only to find ayato’s gaze locked straight in your direction. you look behind you in a panic, just to make sure, and turn back to return a shaky wave. the yashiro commissioner really shouldn’t be having this effect on you.

you almost don’t notice thoma and ayaka share a look before she covers her face with her fan, shakes her head and snaps it close. her face is positively beaming and she nearly runs over to you—unusual of a lady, as she says.

“my, you’re quite excited today, ayaka,” ayato remarks, pace slightly increasing to catch up while poor thoma makes a dash behind them with boxes of snacks.

“i had to drag my brother out, (name),” she huffs, a familiar look of determination in her eyes. you’ve only ever seen it when she’s swordfighting. you blink in surprise.

“i’ve always believed in you!” she announces, hands curled up into balls as she holds them up. “all the best!”

thoma looks like he’s in physical pain with how obvious ayaka’s made it. “...my lady?”

“thoma, will you accompany me to the dango store? i’m quite frustrated with brother’s ideas.”

ayato frowns, genuine surprise flashing over his eyes for a fraction of a second. “you never said that, ayaka.”

ayaka takes shallow breaths before walking over to the stores down the path. thoma gives you a slight nod and small grin before trailing behind her.

“well, that was quite... odd.” ayato’s eyes narrow, his face slacking as he goes deep into thought.

you think he looks quite handsome like this.

you clear your throat to rid yourself of the thoughts. you don’t want some sort of awkward air settling between the two of you.

“oh!” he exclaims. “i didn’t mean to lose myself there. though i suppose i have an answer.”

you tilt your head, and the faintest shimmer passes over ayato’s eyes at your soft movement.

“shall we head to the fireworks viewing spot, dear?”

there he goes again. you’re sure he calls you dear just to tease your poor heart out of your ribcage. and you’re sure your soul will fly straight to your grave if this continues—for his hand brushes ever so lightly against yours on the short journey up.

no, it really will because the brush turns into a firm grip over your hand.

“ayato, you’re surely—“ he’s teasing you, isn’t he? you can see him laugh despite himself.

you furrow your brows, a pout following.

“a festival is the best place for this, isn’t it? i’ve always wanted to visit on a night like this.”

you drop your pout when you see him take in his surroundings. there’s so much he’s missed. and you’ve foolishly waited for all these years. you’ve seen him grow up from a boy just trying to protect his sister into the capable yashiro commissioner he is now. this is his first time enjoying a festival too, and not just organizing it. surely, you can be a little less selfish on his account.

the moon is full and bright tonight. if only you’d get to tell him, if only there weren’t years of wasted chances between the two of you.

though you’ve noticed, the distance between the two of you now isn’t much.

you tug at his sleeve, making him turn around. his eyes linger over you for longer than they should, pools of whispered confessions, and you can’t wait anymore.

“i love you!” you blurt, your eyes closing in panic. “and i want to spend so much more time with you, it’s killing me. ayato, i...”

you stop yourself and open your eyes to see the wonder on ayato’s face. the sound of your voice rings terribly loud in your ears, and you almost fail to notice the bright fireworks behind you were it not for ayato’s eyes traveling towards them. you turn around, a smile adorning your lips immediately. nothing ever makes you quite so speechless, quite so content as fireworks. this time, they’re blue like the kamisato crest with a baby pink center like yumemiru leaves. you’ve adored these trees for the longest time—and each summer memory associated with this place. yoimiya surely didn’t have that in mind, did she?

ayato takes a step forward to stand beside you, and when you look at him, his gaze is already on you. the eye contact makes you shy away.

“they’re beautiful,” he whispers. “as ever.”

“did- did you hear what i said?” you ask nervously, your outburst flooding into your memory as you try to keep the embarrassment at bay.

“i’m sorry.” ayato gazes at you with a placid expression. “i didn’t quite catch that.”

your heart drops. you don’t think you can quite build up enough tension to say that again.

“it’s nothing, ayato,” you whisper meekly.

“oh? i would’ve loved to chat over some tea.” a small smile has come to bloom on his face. “a little... date, is it?”

you breathe in sharply, and the discomposure from that noise causes you to go silent for a few seconds.

“i cleared my schedule for you tonight—if you’re willing to accompany me, that is.”

“of course!” you respond far too quick, the blood in your veins racing at an impossible speed.

what curbs the embarrassment of nearly choking over your own words is the gentle grip over your hand leading you down the yumemiru-lined path. surely, and you say this with confidence, there will be no more summers of inaction.

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boyfhees · 2 years

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🗗 MORE THAN ROOMMATES | k. ayato

precis. you plan to move out of your apartment and ayato sees his whole life flash before his eyes.

wc. 10.3k please please please read this do not ignore because of the word count. please read it for ayato in silk robes

genre. humour, roommates ! au, modern ! au, suggestive, roommate to lovers ( ? )

warnings. profanities, this gets sort of sensual pls, suggestive, mentions of sex, disclaimer : there's no style & only writing, very bad jokes i'm unhinged with this one, more or less an inner monologue, unsolicited crack, kys and kms jokes ( ? ), drinking, mentions of dying, open ending ? it's pretty obvious if you'd ask me, thoma and sara are absolutely shit at giving advices, both the reader and ayato are absolute simps oh god please forget i ever wrote this ( actually don't. come talk to me about this )

note. repost :( my brother deleted my account sighh anyway please read this ig this is my fav work ever rip. inspired by this fic by my dearest mai go read it

ayato has no business living in an overly expensive apartment with a broken heater and cracked ceilings. in fact, he can instead move out any second. one call and his chauffeur would pick him up, another call and the kamisatos will have another villa signed under their names— well, ayato’s name, to be specific. for someone with overflowing wealth and a father who’s an excellent architect, ayato is surely down to earth.

his sister, ayaka, drops by every few weeks to check up on her brother. well, honestly, she only arrives to check up on the apartment and try another shot at persuading her brother to move out, only to return back home with nothing but failure in her palms. much to your surprise, she even offered the landlady a contract to buy the apartment. ‘we can buy, renovate and decorate this— then you and ayato can live happily!’ her exact words, but you declined. after all, you can not keep leeching off the kamisatos and living lavishly with a million dollars debt threatening to decapitate you in your sleep. ayato has done enough by handling your expenses when you were fired from your previous job.

talking about you, your life in the apartment isn’t any better. if you ignore the benefits of being roommates with ayato— which solely includes free boba and the opportunity to watch him in a silk robe every time he takes a shower— you don’t have any reasons to not move out of the apartment either. surprisingly enough, you’re sure that if you continue to living there and keep using the dark and narrow alleyway as your shortest way home from the university campus, you’ll be murdered luxuriously.

that was four months ago, though, when you were a new resident who paid an offensively high rent for a shitty apartment and saw yourself on the streets in the near future. the you from four months ago is probably cursing the hell out of you; not even probably, it’s certain. every night, you entertain your two lovely, semi-functional brain cells telling you to gather your stuff and move out the day you get your pay cheque.

you’re reminded to move in with your parents again after you had the nastiest argument with them and moved out impulsively, saying you’ll ‘slay’ out there, in the world, all alone. well, surprise, you’re not. instead, the world is slaying you by having you juggle between three part time jobs while managing your hair-greying college schedule and an apartment who’s faucet goes out every other day. that’s when the landlady gave you the happiest news you’d heard in months : a roommate.

now, you see, for most people, having a roommate would be troublesome. no one wants to share the kitchen or their favourite spot on the couch or something, but the day you were informed about your roommate moving in, you were on cloud nine. you had a drink, blanked out completely in the middle of the living room for absolutely no reason, even cleaned the apartment extra carefully the next day for dear roommate. you’re crazy for that, you had your reasons.

first, the rent. thankfully, it is still around how it was before with a bare fifteen percent increase; but hey, you no longer have to carry the financial burden yourself and have your conscience call you an imbecile every night before you drift into sleep. moreover, you’d finally have someone to fix the faucet, change the bulbs, and most importantly, hear you venting about how shit the apartment is. you were also excited about your roommate being the ‘nice, college student in his early twenties’ guy, as informed by your landlord, but that’s for another day.

and that is how you had ayato as your roommate. his first look was intimidating. you remember wondering if he’s actually a college student and not some undercover assassin. but again, he looks too, if anything, decent, to be an assassin. ayato likes his boba extra sweetened and his closet consists of anything but hoodies and sweatpants. he watches bunny videos in free time and feeds stray cats whenever they come around. he also cooks two meals a day and ends up ordering the third one so you don’t have to overwork yourself after all the part time jobs and stressful classes, helps you with assignment, puts you to bed if you fall asleep in living room— yeah, no. he’s way too decent to be an assassin.

ayato thinks he’s doing a wonderful job at being a roommate who you can depend upon. from the first hour of the day to the last one at night, he helps you, greets you, stays by your side; he’s an amazing roommate, and it’s a fact. thoma confirmed, and sara thinks he’s being a little too generous but hey, it’s about you; and when it comes to you, nothing is ‘too much’ for aayto.

so when you tell him on one fine sunday morning that you’ll be moving out next month, ayato sees his life flash before his eyes. it’s been two days since you’ve informed him and he’s still too stunned to speak.

“hey,” ayato greets you in the kitchen, fetching a glass from a shelf higher than usual. there’s something off about the atmosphere, and it’s definitely not you. so, your eyes travel to ayato as he pours himself a glass of ice-cold water at the ass crack of dawn. “so you’re really moving out?”

what the fuck.

no because, you’re still half asleep. it’s half past five, you’re getting water and ayato waltz into the kitchen with his robe half draping off one of his shoulders and a raspy morning voice that has you weak in knees. perhaps, you expect a sweet little ‘good morning’ with his trademark smile that has the landlord’s daughter wrapped around his finger— and you too, honestly. instead, you’re met with a frown hanging on his face and a question about the topic that was last brought up about two days ago.

“yeah. surprise?” you let out the fakest laugh before letting it die just as quickly the moment the sound of your cracked voice hits your ears. actually, you don’t even care about how you look and sound. what’s more important is that ayato isn't acting like himself. well, he’s the one to react quickly and not resurrect a dead conversation two days after, especially when you’re in the process of mourning and grieving about the lack of ayato you’ll have in your life from the next month onward.

see, you have a disease, and it’s terminal. you could’ve moved out the day you moved in, or the day ayato moved in, or on any day in the past four months, but your condition didn’t allow you. first, it was the lack of green money in your hands to get a better apartment and after ayato moved in, he became the problem.

you’re down bad. outsold. you have one look at a fine man and you wobble on your knees; one sight of toned muscles and you’re a goner. flatline. dead. there’s no going back. the first time you saw ayato was after you came back from your classes with a cake in your hands to celebrate the welcoming of your roommate. you opened the door and before you stood ayato with his drenched hair and silk robe, smelling like primroses and everything that the man of your dreams could have ever.

he shot you a smile, and you were sold.

forget the cake, you had a whole five-star exquisite cuisine standing in front of you. rent was no longer a problem, you didn’t mind living under leaking roofs and honestly, even if someone murdered you, you wouldn’t mind. you have been planning to move out for a long time but if that was going to be the scene you came home to everyday, you didn’t mind any of the problems offered by the apartment.

that is what ayato did to you the day he moved in.

so, making a decision about moving out and telling that to him was a torture. not only were you losing your man— how funny— but also your daily free boba supplier. it was a life changing, heart wrenching, decision; but it had to be done.

you shoot him a smile, patting his shoulders as you walk towards your room. “hey, i’m not leaving until next month so don’t think you’re getting rid of me anytime soon.” you hear ayato let out an exaggerated sigh, one that could blow away the wig of your mathematics professor. you don’t know what occurred to him at five-thirty in the morning when he showed up with the saddest frown ever, but thinking he’s upset about you moving out would be getting ahead of yourself and making a clown of yourself once again, in the circus that your life is.

“dude, what the hell—” that’s thoma, and the saccharine words of compliments leaving his mouth are for none other than ayato. “what’s with your face?”

no no, not only his face; in fact, ayato, as a whole, is fucked up. he didn’t get a single ounce of sleep last night and you can blame some netflix shitshow for that. and just when he was about to fall asleep, his hydration requirements led him into the kitchen and the rest is history.

“why is she moving out?” ayato mumbles in the most disappointed and sorrow ridden voice. he didn’t even sound this heart broken when his last girlfriend dumped him in the middle of victoria’s secret because he didn’t help her choose, you know, her lingerie; as insane as it sounds. thoma hasn’t seen ayato this dejected in over a year and the blond head is convinced his one and only close friend, his bro, is losing his mind.

a second passes, thoma repeats ayato’s question in his head. “she, as in yn?” and the next second, he gets his answer. thoma sits straight, back tightened, eyes fixed on ayato who’s very, uh, desolate right now. he has a class in ten minutes but bros before everything, and especially before an hour-long lesson about shit newton did as a scientist. his priority at the moment is to beat some sense into his friend in the politest way possible.

“why shouldn’t she move out— i mean, have you looked at the apartment? it sucks ass, i’m surprised she made it till four months, i would’ve killed myself on the spot if i had to live there.” ayato shoots him a desperate look, a whine rolling off his pout as thoma’s face scrunches up into disgust because the fuck kind of behaviour is ayato exhibiting in middle of the cafe. “you know, you should move out too. i can clearly see the damage that place has done to you.”

oh no, the damage is yet to be done. it’s happening slowly, gradually, slower than the tortoise in that tortoise and the hare race, slower than a sloth, drop by drop, sucking the life out of him. ayato doesn’t have any interest in that sorry excuse of an apartment. instead, he’s interested in you. the day he moved in, you appeared in front of him as an angel. an angel with a cake, strawberry flavoured cake that he absolutely despises but you, on the other hand, looked edible— he means, you looked beautiful. you always do, even when you’re wasted after four bottles and a plattering mess.

god, ayato thinks it’s a blessing to be able to wake up in the same apartment as you. you may say you’re a potato but for ayato, you’re the longest and spiciest chilli in the bunch, he said what he said. and now you’re moving out, he can already spot the differences in the apartment. your stuff is no longer lying here and there since you’ve started arranging your things.

ayato can sense his descent into madness for several reasons. first, you’re just a roommate so why the fuck does he care if you live with him or move to mars; and second, you lived with him for two months without complaints so, why do you want to move out now. he wants to rip his hair out, drink bleach and sleep, hoping to wake up with a better thinking process and stability.

ayato feels like he has been stripped of humanity, all because you’re moving out in less than thirty days.

“hi— shit— you need to start sleeping, ayato!” this is sara, and once again, the elite words of compliments are thrown at none other than the boba man. kujou takes a seat next to thoma, observing ayato as he whines and sighs into his hand, looking like a sleep deprived, homeless man who probably has post traumatic stress disorder, but it’s literally just him crying over you, much to sara’s unawareness. “is he okay?”

thoma shakes his head, taking a sip from his drink, shooting her a ‘does-he-look-like-he’s-okay’ look before sighing at his friend’s state once again. “yn’s moving out and he’s not coping well.”

sara leans back on her chair, rolling eyes at ayato’s diseased situation. it’s surprising that someone hasn’t reported him to the infirmary or some asylum; but she knows the cure. unlike ayato, sara isn’t stupid. she knows; studying criminology gives her an advantage of knowing how to read between the lines, or in this case, ayato’s whines.

“it’s about time you accept your feelings.” what. she states and it feels like ayato’s heart skipped several beats. he looks at her wide eyed, flabber-gasted, with jaw dropped to the floor. “what? i know you like her. you’re fooling no one with that stupid face of yours.”

no, what sara’s saying is stupid. you’re a roommate. his roommate. ayato’s roommate. mate of the room. nothing less and certainly, nothing more. you don’t share a single class. his mornings start with your face and then ayato doesn’t see you for the whole day, unless you bump into each other on the campus, which is rarer than him getting hit by a meteoroid and dying. ain’t no way, he likes you. sure, you’re pretty. god, you’re gorgeous. human embodiment of goddesses but it’s just the beauty. apart from being extremely gorgeous and someone who ayato probably values more than his life, you’re basically a no one.

kamisato ayato trusts his instincts, and his instincts tell him that he doesn’t like you. he likes you, just not in that way, not the like-like. not the i-want-to-surrender-my-life-to-you kind of like, not the i-want-to-make-out-with-you kind of like. okay, maybe the last part is a lie— but he still stands by his words.

“you’re gaslighting m—”

“you’re gaslighting yourself.” thoma cuts him mid-sentence. “i still have the screenshots from the day you spammed me after yn posted that pic. don’t even try to deny.”

wait, that happened?

the, going crazy and spamming after seeing your post? ayato likes to think he was drunk.

“you we’re sober, by the way. never been more, honestly.” and oh god, he’s done for. but that’s okay, right? you’re his roommate, and it’s normal for a roommate to aggressively talk about how pretty their roommate is, isn’t it? ayato believes it is normal. it’s as normal as drinking coffee to sleep better. a human appreciating another human’s beauty, what’s so wrong with that? one should support their kind, mutualism is the way through the ecosystem. rhizobium doesn’t live symbiotically for nothing, after all. it’s just give and take—

“are you going to say something or…?” sara interjects ayato’s trail of useless thoughts. he still doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t know what to say. he doesn’t like you, right, right— it’s clear in his head, he just needs to put it in words. he’s unable to carry out the last part. “okay, if you don’t like yn, then why do you have a problem with her moving out?”

ah, yes. now we’re talking. the life in ayato’s eyes revisits. “look, look— she’s a great cook,” hah, what a liar. you’re a cook, not a great one. you don’t even cook in the apartment to begin with. the kitchen belongs to mister kamisato ayato and you sit by the counter to watch him cook and add another ten to fifteen years in your life. “and she can clean,” that’s something you’ve always been good at. truthfully, you don’t mind cleaning or doing any of the chores for ayato. you’re ready to get on your fours and bark for him. “and, she's pretty…”

“there,” thoma interrupts, slamming his hand on the table, having ayato look at him with a curious gaze; which looks horrifying because of his lack of sleep, by the way. “i don’t see how being pretty is anywhere close to why you need her to stay.”

sara nods in agreement, but ayato knows he makes sense. who wants to live with an ugly roommate? okay, maybe, all roommates are pretty, but thoma, if ayato had to live with him, he’d flee the country. so, being pretty does co-relate with living peacefully, because if you’re not pretty, your roommate will flee countries and that’ll cause unnecessary expenses. henceforth, point proven. ayato still thinks he makes absolute, completely, hundred percent sense.

“whatever, just ask her to stay if it’s that important,” thoma snickers, rolling his eyes. but what he’s saying is not possible. ayato may be good at flirting, he does have a pretty good record with dating, but he becomes a nervous wreck around you.

he’s nervous right now.

you make him nervous. just the thought of you makes him nervous.

and believe it or not, ayato can’t just walk up to you and ask you to not move away because you’re a great cook, you can clean and you’re pretty— no. he doesn’t have the confidence. the whole process sounds like a secret military operation where flexible deterrent options are a must if he wants to survive.

talking to you feels like writing finals for a subject he has never touched in his whole life. it’s like skydiving without a parachute, going into space without oxygen, and whatnot. despite spending two months with you in the same apartment, under the same roof, ayato’s communication skills haven’t improved past the ‘hi / hello’ stage.

it’s like stepping on his sister in front of his mother and then breaking her favourite vase before throwing his father’s golf clubs into the sewer. and even though ayato says he likes you, hypothetically, he wouldn’t stroll up to you and ask you to not move out. that's utterly selfish. you’re just a roommate, a chapter in his life, someone who he stumbled across on his way and took a liking to— platonically— that’s it. that’s all you are. ayato thinks it’s insultingly selfish of him to ask you to stay. so he wouldn’t ask you, but he wants to, he wishes for you to stay, no matter how selfish it sounds.

“i can’t ask her that.” it’s a stern reply, ayato is way too confident with his words while thoma raises his eyebrows as an interrogative response. “what, you expect me to go ‘hey yn, please don’t move out’ one fine day?”

“no, but you can definitely go, ‘hey yn, you have a sexy and hot roommate who will do you right so don’t move out,’ at her.” ayato believes that the stupidest and most brain-degrading sentence that has ever come out of kujou sara’s mouth. “i mean, you don’t have to tell her to stay, show her.”

“this isn’t literature, sara.”

“i know, but show her the benefits of not moving out,” she repeats, her eyes enunciating a bigger plan behind those few insensible words. “seduce her with your skills, ayato.”

yeah no, there’s no bigger plan.

the only plan is to fuck up kamisato ayato’s already fucked up life with her illogical, useless fucked up plan. for someone studying criminology and nailing those charts, sara surely thinks less before speaking. no, she doesn’t think at all. her brain is probably in the suitcase she trashed last week.

“sara, shut up before i—”

ayato wants to continue his statement, but thoma beats him to it. “no no, wait. she, she makes sense.”

no, she does not.

she doesn’t make any sense.

no dots are connected, the dots aren’t here to begin with. head in hands, ayato sighs again. this sounds like something that would ruin his life beyond repair. to damage his reputation so much, he’d have to flee the country and change his identity. perhaps, the kaedehara family would take him in.

“dude, think about it,” ah, no. ayato very well knows that thoma doesn’t get to talk about ‘thinking’ and anything related to it after saying sara’s plan makes sense. her words are incredibly thoughtless. “you show her the benefits. drop her to campus and drive her back, cook for her, clean for her, arrange her bed for her, earn for her, spend on her, just anything— show her, ayato.”

no.

ayato doesn’t like the direction this conversation is heading in.

or perhaps, he’s just overthinking. well, he has been doing almost everything on that list, honestly. everything as in, cooking. that’s it. that’s important, cooking is necessary, one must survive to eat— he means, eat to survive. he has spent quite a generous sum when you lost your very first job.

this whole conversation is eating his brains out. you’re just a friend, not even a friend, a roommate. a fucking roommate he got attached to and how his abandonment issues are surfacing and god knows what will follow. he repeats thoma’s words in his head over and over again— now way, it makes sense. if anything, it’s going to give you the wrong idea that your roommate became a sugar daddy overnight and you’re going to be his first sugar baby, as sweet and horrific as it sounds.

talk to us when you’re in a state to accept your feelings. that’s what sara said before excusing herself out of the cafe with thoma following her shortly behind. yeah no, ayato is regretting every decision that led him to this conversation, this unsolicited therapy session that fucked his brain inside-out. he’s about to leave the cafe as well, planning to skip all his classes and probably go visit a temple or something, until you come around with your friends.

there’s a smile on your face, the one he wakes up to. he loves your smile. ayato thinks your smile is really pretty; you are pretty— platonically. a smile creeps up to his face as well, dissipating as soon as thoma’s words re-visited his mind.

show her. ayato bites the insides of his cheeks. he’s probably going to take that advice. after all, you can make anything make sense if you really tried.

ayato is on his way to the apartment.

he clearly disposed of all his responsibilities as an ideal student and sprinted out of the campus like a criminal on the run. well, he’s on his way to become a criminal. he’s about to seduce you using his skills and then you’ll report him to the police. doesn’t matter that he can get bailed out in minutes thanks to his mad rich family, he’ll still flee the country, get a new identity, dye his hair. kaedehara ayato doesn’t sound bad, not bad at all. it sounds delicious, healing, sounds like something that would save his life.

now, he’s on the elevator to the floor. he’s afraid the elevator would stop moving if another pack of stress stacks up on his shoulders. actually, that wouldn’t be half bad.

the elevator stops, security comes, you will come running, the management will open the door and he’ll die in your arms out of collapsing lungs? stress? anxiety? heart attack? you’ll cup his face and he’ll tell you about his last wish— please don’t move out. though, it would lack the necessary fucks to give since he’s dead but in case, he’s alive, in case, then you’d live with him. sounds like a plan. godbless to whatever sara and thoma have done, ayato is incapable of carrying out the general thinking procedure.

now he’s walking towards the door, fiddling with the key between his fingers. show don’t tell, show don’t tell, show don’t tell— fuck, if ayato ever paid attention to all the lessons about creative writing in highschool, he would’ve been the best selling author; which he is not. there’s a reason why he’s majoring in history, out of all the available options.

for some reason, ayato expected you to be home. if he remembers correctly, you only have half your lessons and he knows you wouldn’t attend half of those scheduled lessons to read webtoons in the library.

but you’re not home, and he’s going crazy. did you run away? oh god— what if you already moved out? surprise, with the haha, happy living alone note? he doesn’t wait another second before opening the door, coming across a living room that’s seemingly… normal.

he spots your plushie on the couch, your gaming console lying around like trash or whatever, and uh, a poster of some levi ackerman from that apocalypse au of the anime you watch after sacrificing sleep to you sleep paralysis demon. he remembers you ordering it a week ago, turns out it arrived this morning and you unpacked it, leaving it in the living room because you were getting late for classes.

you’re still living here, definitely. there’s no way you’re moving out without that silly poster of yours.

ayato picks it up, judging the man from head to his chest since that’s where the poster ends. he looks like a bergamot. that’s all, and ayato dumps the poster on the floor and leaves to take a shower.

it’s six in the evening.

you got drunk at two for absolutely no reason and passed out at your friend’s place. good for you, your hangover is evaporating. though, your head throbs like something else when you watch ayato in his silk robe after shower when he smells like the man you’d get on your knees for.

you don’t have high expectations this evening. it’s tuesday and ayato never returns on time when it’s tuesday. no he doesn’t drink and judging from how he’s always up at six on wednesdays, he doesn’t get laid either; which is actually good for you because you would never, ever, want any girl to sleep with your man, even though he isn’t yours.

you’re met with a pleasant surprise when you stand in front of your door with the keys in your hands, noticing that it’s already unlocked. perhaps, you can at least end your day with ayato in his finest attire. you smile, opening the door, your smile grows wider as you notice ayato’s shoes, it grows even wider when you smell freshly prepared creme pasta lingering in the air. you’re in for a ride. you step in further, eyes settling on your roommate who’s leaning against the kitchen counter with a wine glass in his hand— wait.

wait a damn minute.

wait a fucking second, that’s— ayato for sure— okay, you decide to take it from the bottom. that’s ayato wearing a silk pyjama, okay that’s new. new for you, maybe not for him, but you’re used to seeing him in silk robes with nothing beneath, you know, bare calves and feet. his toenails probably look prettier than yours. your eyes travel up further, completely leaving out the part you shouldn’t be thinking about especially when you’re still partly hungover, you see his abs— pause.

hold the fuck up, his abs? you blink, and look again, you stare at him for a better look. abs. fucking abs, you’re— but why abs?! no, you don’t complain. all you’ve ever seen is a part of his chest from the godsent chest window offered by his robes. nothing more, nothing below, not abs. never.

you— okay— you take a deep breath and process the situation. ayato is wearing the same silk robe, except it’s with pyjamas, however he didn’t tie it. he didn’t tie it, oh god— you’re watching kamisato ayato from the first seat, full access to his toned abs, you’re frothing at the mouth.

“welcome home, yn” silence. what. what. what the fuck did he say? no, ayato greets you everything but not like this. not in the seductive tone that makes your name sound a hundred times breathtaking and make you feel like you’re an empress to some crazy rich nation, not in a way where you can look at his abs, and he runs his fingers through his wet hairs before taking a sip from the wine. not in the sexy, knee weakening, voice that fills your brain with the visual depiction of ‘pregnant emoji’ over and over again.

you’re done. sold. dead. gone. mother of his kids, probably? you don’t mind because just when you thought you’re over your silly little crush on your roommate and ready to move out, he stands in front of you, looking like aphrodite’s son or just, aphrodite herself— except, this one’s male.

“yn, you okay there?” no no no, you’re not, you’re not. you’re not okay. you’re oscillating between having the time of your life and lying on your deathbed. it’s like you’re playing a quiz with your own mind where the first option is to die and the second option is to die as well. you’re— you’re failing to compose yourself and you’re sure if someone doesn’t drag you out of this, you will embarrass yourself horribly enough for you to dig a hole and decompose.

ayato chuckles. he chuckles. he has the audacity to chuckle at you after looking at that. does he even know about the effect he has on you? no, of course he doesn’t. he probably thinks it’s completely normal for him to stand in front of you, half naked, looking criminally hot; yeah no— someone needs to stop him.

“your face is red,” oh, i wonder why. “are you sick?” it’s such a rhetorical question, you’re not sure if he’s actually that innocent or whether he’s having fun teasing you like this. you nod, avoiding all sorts of eye contact and verbal conversation. you’ve figured out enough that if you open your mouth, it’ll get you in trouble. you’re bound to say something stupid, perhaps about how you want him to blow your back like a glowstick or something, or maybe you’d tell him to dress up and put on some clothes, despite the fact that you very much adore the scene in front of you right now, and make everything terribly awkward for the rest of your lives.

ayato smiles, putting his hand on your shoulder, and you feel several volts of electric current travelling down your spine. you’re getting butterflies, or perhaps the whole damn zoo with monkeys swinging off your ribs and vertebrates. you want to pass out. you want to faint right fucking now before something goes wrong because he’s standing right in front of you, and his hand is on your shoulder, and you’re getting a much much closer and clearer look at this toned muscles— you’re about to start barking.

“uh, i��ll go—” yes. leaving is the only option, the only correct option. exactly what you should do right now. gather your useless thoughts, run away, go to your room, take a cold shower, and don’t come out until ayato leaves for his classes the next day.

he smiles, taking his hand off your shoulder and you take a sign of relief. probably the best you’ve felt in months, really. “okay, i’ll set dinner.”

“i’m not hungry.”

“huh?”

“i’m not hungry, i feel sick. it’s uh— dysentery.” great. fucking marvelous. out of everything, it had to be dysentery.

“oh. do you need med—”

“no, i have benadryl.” you want to bang your head into the closest wall, want the ceiling to finally collapse, the tiles to break and take you inside. you just want to disappear because benadryl is a fucking cough syrup. you simply excuse yourself before he could ask anymore questions, hearing him suppress his laughter as you walk away. he probably knows you’re lying, doesn’t take a doctor to tell what a benadryl is; and you couldn’t thank him enough for pretending you’re absolutely right with the medications and letting you be.

you get inside your room, you shut the door, you lean against it and contemplate every decision you ever took in your life.

where did it go wrong?

was it the part when you moved in? damn, sure you should’ve moved out earlier. you should’ve ran away the day you saw a fine man like ayato standing in front of you, tagged as your roommate. you know you’d sell your soul or something for him, you are aware of the things you’d do for him, for ayato, because a man like him deserves the world. you should’ve moved out before your inner simp had started channelling herself.

you grab your clothes and decide to sit in the shower until you prune up and die. that’s probably the only right decision. you’re about to get inside the bathroom when you hear the doorbell, halting your steps as you hear footsteps approaching inside.

“hi,” that. that’s a woman. a lady, a female human, you didn’t think ayato would be capable of being friends with any other woman beside you and kujou sara.

now judging from the low, scarred intensity of the voice that’s reaching your ears, you can tell she’s a pretty woman. pretty like those campus crushes but in your head, she’s pretty like those main antagonists of some melodramatic television show that make you want to strangle her to death with every breath she takes. you don’t even know her but the way your fist clenches, it’s definitely jealousy piping out of you like candies from pez dispensers.

“i’m sorry for last night,” last— last what? “we can continue.”

continue what.

no. no fuck, you can’t.

if this is about what your rotten brain is thinking about then there’s no way they can continue. you’re here, in your room, the walls around aren’t soundproof and you aren’t ready for whatever obscene act they’re going to pull in his room, or perhaps in the living room because the woman seems to have zero patience.

“my roommate is here,” that’s ayato. yes. you nod in approval. tell her ayato. tell her to gather up her fantasies and desires and get he fuck out of your apartment. “hope you don’t mind.”

what.

of course, you mind. you didn’t sign up for some real life porn show when signing the papers for this apartment. moreover, you’re not stable and mentally, physically or emotionally strong enough to stand all the moans and groans that’ll fill up the room when he’ll do everything that you want him to do with you, and you’re thinking this with all your soberness.

“oh, she can join us! the more, the merrier.” no, never. you don’t want to join them in their silly little adventure. you’re not in for some monstrous threesome, as amazing as it sounds. you still have to live with ayato for around twenty-eight days and you can’t just join the two of them tonight and wake up the next day as if nothing ever happened.

you’re insane, but the sane part is still functional. your last two lovely, worn out brain cells are working day and night to keep you alive, successfully having you avoid all the pits of embarrassment and shame, you can not let them down.

you don’t hear ayato’s response, or perhaps, you want to pretend you didn’t. because you definitely heard something along the lines of ‘bend over,’ and then he cues some music.

it’s sway by michael buble. out of all the testosterone stimulating sex songs out there, ayato had to choose this. well, it doesn't change the fact that she’s living the life you’ve been dreaming for, ever since ayato moved in. you’re fucking glad the song is loud enough to block any R-rated sounds or else you would’ve suffered a trauma and piss your pants everytimes someone brings up sex the next time in your life.

you’re on your bed, covering your ears with your pillows, trying to sleep, while she’s in his arms, doing the deed. funny, very funny. is there a chance you would have completely misinterpreted the entire situation? maybe. but no woman randomly shows up at a man’s house after seven in the evening and the first thing she asks is to continue their last night activities.

you wish your ears would fall off and you’d forget everything you heard tonight. the sound of music isn’t helping you sleep and you can waltz to ayato and ask him to turn down the volume in middle of whatever the fuck they’re doing and infect your eyes and lose your virginity along with the last bits of your sanity, but you don’t have the balls to do so.

you don’t have the balls to do anything. maybe if you did, you would’ve told ayato about your feelings and maybe, tonight, it would’ve been you instead of that woman. so you just do what you can : bury yourself inside the covers and try to sleep.

maybe if you ignore it, it will go away.

waking up, you realise you haven’t had any sleep in the past twenty-four hours or so. maybe you did, thirty minutes, or so. that doesn’t count when all you’ve heard last night are some horribly weird sex songs and phrases like, ‘that feels so good,’ and other things along the same lines whenever the music stopped.

you looked at yourself in the mirror and almost passed out at the sight. horrible, literally. failing valak from the conjuring universe. actually, you can be the new valak except you’ll have real, actual, trauma and reason to haunt people.

what surprises you more is that you haven’t come out of your room since last evening and ayato didn’t even check up on you. not like he’s obliged to, but he must. despite the fact that he was probably having the best night of his life, he should have morals as a human who cares about another human; or, as a roommate, because what if you fell from bed and broke your back? what if you got stuck in a chair and died of poor circulation? he probably doesn’t care. you’re pretty sure he’ll call the woman from last night the moment he finds your body and they’ll dance and sing on your grave; maybe, even fuck around it too.

you want to get out of your room and go to the kitchen. you want to eat. but you’re scared the pair from last night would be passed out naked on the floor— nah, you’re not ready for that scene at seven in the morning. and this wouldn’t have been another issue to worry about if only ayato showed a little more patience and compassion and took her to his room.

well, you have to survive. there’s a harsher world out there.

you open the door and creep out of your room as if you’ve been meaning to steal something. you’re acting like this isn’t your apartment but the apartment of someone you’ve stolen a couple million dollars from. oh, and your eyes are closed. yeah. you’re not ready, not ready at all. you’d rather bump and fall and hit your head, die on spot; that'd be way better—

“oh, you’re up,” that’s a familiar voice. you’re sure, you look crazy standing in front of your room with your eyes closed, but that’s for another day. the main question is whether you should open your eyes or not. “you didn’t come out for dinner, i was waiting.”

your eyes shoot open.

okay. okay…

so, he’s not naked. thankfully, he’s dressed. fully dressed, in a white shirt with a top few buttons undone, black jeans or trousers, whatever they are. you miss the chest window, but you’re glad he’s dressed because you don’t certainly want to look at the scratches and marks from last night and add more trauma to your life.

“i told you, i had dysentery,” as if he believes you. the look on his face tells he doesn’t. no one would, you ruin things for yourself.

as expected, ayato is a goddamn liar. the ‘i was waiting,’ part sounds so fake now that you’re aware of what happened last night. because waiting while fucking someone doesn’t sound like waiting to you. more or less, it sounds like he was devouring his dinner while you were starving in your room.

“did you not sleep last night?” oh, yeah, of course not. he’s getting there, slowly, but he is getting to the point. you wonder who’s to be blamed for your lack of sleep and the reason why you woke up with only one living and semi-functional brain cell. “ah, is it because of me? was it too loud last night? i was busy.”

busy? yeah, he was busy working really hard blowing someone’s back or whatever. sounds like a tough job, but that’s none of your business. ( actually, it is ) you don’t want to have this conversation. you don’t know how to look him in the eyes. ayato, your roommate, your crush, he rocked someone else’s world while he knew you were in the apartment, probably hearing everything. for someone who’s rich enough to be featured in crazy rich asians, ayato surely does work a lot, and hard enough, at that.

you want to murder him. chop off his limbs and also the part he’s probably very proud of. you want to shave his head so that no girl approaches him in the future.

“oh, you probably don’t know about my work, do you?” no. you don’t want to. you don’t want to hear about the details, you’re not ready for this conversation. “i help my mom with physiotherapy,”

yes. yes therapy, sounds lovely. everyone needs it, especially him. wait, therapy? what kind of therapy is sex? well, it is some sort of therapy by the way, it makes you feel at ease— no, you’re swerving away from the topic ! okay, maybe you didn’t hear him correctly. he clearly said psychotherapy and he needs to get his licence revoked for the kind of therapy he is giving. it’s giving rise to more mental patients; you, for example.

“therapy?” you mutter, you didn’t mean to. you need to learn how to keep your thoughts to yourself, you lack severely in that department of life.

“yes, therapy for joints and bones? my mother is a physiotherapist and she taught me a thing or two,” oh. oh. physiotherapy. is that why he asked her to bend over? what was the need to put on music, though? you don’t understand ayato. actually, you don’t understand anyone in the kamisato family even though you’ve only met his sister so far.

now, you feel guilty for thinking about him in that light. apart from the potential visual representations of ayato from last night in your head, you have a very high respect for this man. you feel like you should get on your knees and apologise, offer a hand-written apology letter for thinking of him in such a non-PG-13 manner.

though, you don’t know how to apologise. you can’t possibly go ‘sorry, ayato, i thought you were busy having the best sex of your life when you were actually providing her therapy.’ that doesn’t even sound right. it makes you look like you need therapy, urgently. but you need to apologise for your sake. maybe, this is just the consequences of your actions or in this case, your imagination.

“i’m—” you open your mouth to speak, but ayato beats you to it.

“do you want to go out with me today?”

wait, what?

do what now?

go out with who?

it’s a question that catches you off guard, pushes off off the cliff, stops your heart. the monkeys in your stomach are alive again even though they suffer from utter embarrassment and guilt for assuming all sorts of things about ayato, and the perfect man he is.

you want to say yes. of course, no one in their right mind would reject such a golden opportunity to ride in his Bugatti La Voiture Noire that’s worth 18.7 million dollars as of when he purchased it. you remember you have a terminal disease where you spot one toned muscle and sell your conscience to whatever demon is out there. even though you don’t see any toned muscles, you see ayato’s collar bones thanks to those few undone buttons, you see the nerves of his arms thanks to the rolled up sleeves, you see him wearing an apron because he was making breakfast, what a malewife.

you’re sold, almost.

almost.

the offer is tempting, but your new apartment is more. you’re an adult and it's a fact even if you don’t want to believe it and want to become a cat who solely lives for aesthetic purposes. you need to earn for yourself and move out of this apartment instead of living in a hell just to fill a void called ayato in your heart.

“i have to go take a look at how the work at my new apartment is going,” you’re surprised at how sane and normal your response sounds. it’s truly concerning after everything that has happened since last evening and the trash that’s residing in your head.

you try your best to sound apologetic. you are, you really are, you’re missing out on ayato and his Bugatti La Voiture Noire of $18.7 millions, the one that people ( aka, you ) drool over every time they pass by. it’s an expensive sacrifice, literally and metaphorically, worth more than your life.

“well, that sucks,” ayato sighs, removing the apron in the most seducing way possible, proceeding to run his fingers through his hairs, looking like a mouth-watering, melt in the mouth, sizzling pork at seven-thirty in the morning. “i had plans for us,”

and you’re floored.

us. you like the sound of that. you and ayato, ayato and you, hot. very hot, very sexy, sounds like an eargasm, honestly. for a second, you think it’s a dream. it has to be. if not, then maybe he wants to take you to a shrine or something and have you cleansed from top to bottom for all the r-rated thoughts you’ve been having. but, that’s only possible if ayato has an idea of what’s going on inside your head. there’s no way he knows that, or maybe he does. you look at him like he’s the happy meal and you haven’t eaten in a good five-hundred years or so.

you’re too lost in your thoughts to focus on ayato until he leans in a bit closer, alerting every single neuron in your body as he shoots you a smirk, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “have fun, pretty.”

and here lies yn, twenty something, majoring in one of the available majors offered by her university. cause of death: kamisato ayato.

ayato lets out a desperate cry of help, sliding down the walls of thoma’s living room as soon as he enters thoma’s apartment, scaring the living shit out of his friends.

“go die somewhere else.” that’s sara again. you can’t blame her, she follows thoma like a pest because he’s a good cook, that’s it. food above everything else.

thoma walks to the entrance, sighing at the sight of his friend lying on the floor, dejected and lifeless, looking pale, running the beauty of thoma’s luxurious apartment tiled with granite floors. if it weren’t for his morals, he would’ve trashed ayato.

“i feel like a whore,” sara’s face scrunches up in disgust. maybe, judging from the way ayato talks about you, he is a whore. if not a whore, then something equivalent to it. “never knew i’d have to do this.”

sara leans against the wall that ayato just slid down out of pure despair. “do what?”

“seduce yn.” thoma practically pukes out all the water from his mouth at his friend’s words. “what, you both told me to do so!”

sara doesn’t believe his words. they say love is blind, but in this case it’s also ignorant and incapable of following the wise and helpful instructions provided. “how the fuck have you been seducing her?”

“um, with my skills?”

“don’t tell me.” the disappointment, in thoma’s voice, is astronomical. who would’ve thought that kamisato ayato, the heir to kamisato estate, excels in the art of idiocy. god really said he can either have looks or brains, and completely missed out on the latter. “ayato, i talked about cooking and cleaning and your homekeeping skills and not about your talents in bed.”

oh.

that’s right.

even though all ayato did was fluster you a little this morning— see, he’s disregarding what happened last evening. ayato assumes you’re used to seeing him half naked in his silk robe, with his drenched hair while he smells like primroses and sandalwood and everything else that’s featured in Dior’s men perfume collection. he thinks it’s normal. it’s his apartment, he gets to wear whatever he wants and make himself comfortable.

he doesn’t know what bed skills tho— wait, bed? skills? talent in bed? what? what? he’s not even marginally close to what thoma is thinking; and ayato is sure that he needs to get new friends before it’s too late.

“what ‘talents in bed’ are you even talking about?” ayato asks, finally standing up from the floor like the kamisato he is and slumping on the couch.

thoma deadpans. “do you seriously want me to elaborate?” no, probably not. never. thoma has experience in this field, you see, and ayato, as someone who has never even thought about this, doesn’t want him to explain and give details about every single move and curve— no.

ayato chooses his sanity over human reproductive knowledge.

“i— nothing happened, nothing! all i did was ask if she wanted to go out with me and,” he pauses, eyes travelling between thoma and sara simultaneously. the latter raises her eyebrows, gesturing to him to continue his precautionary tale about how to not treat your roommate. “and, and i might’ve flirted with her, a little, yeah.”

the embarrassment is evident in his voice.

ayato wants to liquify and evaporate. he wants thoma’s house to break down and kill everyone and him too. he wants the microwave to blast, just anything, anything that could save him from this conversation. now, flirting isn’t that bad in itself. it’s good, it’s fun, ayaka flirts with yoimiya when her inner lesbian unleashes itself. sara flirts with shogun for some goddamn reason and everyone thinks they have a thing or two going on because no one dares to talk to ei. itto flirts with himself in the mirror— it’s normal, completely, absolutely, certainly, normal-er than normal. normal-est.

ayato, however, doesn’t flirt. he doesn’t know how to flirt. the leisure art of flirting is beyond the luxuries this specific kamisato can afford. the last time he hit on someone was a cat, not even his ex-girlfriend, a cat. a feline. it scratched him. ayato refrains from flirting to avoid all sorts of innuendos—

a pause. the innuendos, the fucking innuendos, oh god. what if, what if you get the wrong idea? well, thoma and sara assumed that he has been trying to get laid with you so it only makes sense for you to assume the same after all that half-naked, bare-chested, sexy-wine-sipping, jazz last evening.

no no no—

he’s done. he’s done.

over.

if there’s someone who should move out, it’s him.

this life ruining emotionally stressing psychologically mortifying realisation makes him want to jump down the nearest window and pass out, then never wake up. he wants to trip on air and die of mesothelioma, wants to overdose on sparkling water and die of negativity in his life.

if he doesn’t die, he wishes for the earth to explode or something so that everyone else dies and humanity comes to an end. his day has been ruined, his disappointment and shame is immeasurable. kazuha better be ready to have an adopted brother because ayato is damn sure the kamisatos are kicking him out after this.

ayato doesn’t wait for his friends to say something. he simply walks out of thoma’s apartment, dejected in shame, hoping lighting will strike him in broad daylight on a day with clear skies. you’re not home, that’s great. you won’t be back anytime before evening because you’re out with your friends. no, actually, you’re out with miko and the new transfer students beidou and venti, who you are bound to get drunk and pass out with.

that’s good, it’s great. a godsent opportunity. there are two possibilities: first, either you come home remembering everything and move out the very next day or second, you forget everything thanks to alcohol. he hopes it’s the second one. alcohol does wonders water could never. those two molecules of hydrogen and one molecule of oxygen don’t do shit when it comes to forgetting memories. alcohol, on the other hand, is capable of doing miracles.

like the time he got home downright wasted and almost kissed you senseless while you were helping him clean up. he can swear, he saw the blush on your cheeks. but maybe, that was just fatigue since you had to wake up at two to deal with him.

yeah, alcohol, a godly drink.

he reaches home, grabs a beer can from the refrigerator and makes himself comfortable on the couch. ayato wants to forget everything, hoping you’d forget it all too.

“ayato,” you whisper his name, shaking his shoulders gently in an attempt to wake him up. not like you want to, the sight of him sleeping soundly is healing you and washing off your sins. one does not see the kamisato ayato sleeping on the couch with flushed cheeks because of drinks and a shirt that’s almost half-a-way undone everyday.

it’s a godly sight. a scenery. mother nature could never. you genuinely want to thank his parents for the masterpiece they have created.

you shouldn’t sit next to the couch and gawk at him while he’s sleeping. that’s creepy. what if he wakes up? imagine waking up to your roommate staring at you with the utmost attention. creepy, and moreover, you wouldn’t be able to face him.

but again, he looks like the man you’d like to have as your boyfriend. scratch that, your husband, if not more. as if, anything more remains, but whatever. you smile, it’s a chuckle. you chuckle. you chuckle out loud, hand flying to your mouth immediately, hoping he doesn’t wake up.

you reach out for his face, tracing his nose as superficially as possible, a faint gasp escaping your lips as he shifts a little. great. you have woken him up. his eyes flutter open and you quickly compose yourself, leaning away from him as you realise about the close proximity between him and you.

ayato groans as he turns to his right, eyes landing on you sitting on the floor right next to him, eyes wide open like a deer caught in the headlights. a second passes, you’re okay. the next second, you’re not.

you’re panicking.

you’re experiencing all sorts of emotions at once because ayato just woke up and he probably knows you’ve been sitting here, watching him sleep for god knows how long. time is a social construct either way, who the fuck cares— okay, you’re swaying from the topic once again. and not to mention he looks extremely hot with messed up hair and those flushed cheeks. you’re barely composing yourself.

did you mention that ayato has excellent facial features? he looks even more stunning up close. you know you should get up and walk away. hide yourself inside your room, live in solitary confinement for the rest of your life, or at least till ayato is around. but you don’t, because you’re staring at ayato, and he’s staring back at you. it’s like you’ve frozen in your place, you’re pretty sure you’d forgotten to breathe, if that even makes sense?

“hi,” he mutters, whispers, in his godly, eargasmic voice, and you feel like you’re hearing melodies of careless whisper ringing in your ears.

no, you’re not sitting on the floor anymore. you stand up, pretending nothing ever happened, as if you didn’t stare at him sleeping and continued to stare for five solid minutes even after he had woken up. a very reliable solution, playing pretend always proves to be useful.

“you can wash up, i’ll prepare the hangover soup,” you mutter, making your way to the kitchen, hearing him shuffle on the couch as he sits straight. ayato doesn’t remember a lot from the events that happened prior to your arrival, yet, which is fantastic. marvels of alcohol, everyone.

“don’t go,” he mumbles, and you stop on your way. “don’t move out,” ayato doesn’t think before speaking, he never does. he doesn’t trust himself. he said you’re just a roommate, nothing less, nothing more, but he has been devastated ever since you told him you’ll be moving out. maybe, that was all a lie. maybe, this isn’t just platonical. maybe, you have always been a little more than just a roommate to ayato.

it’s like the fireworks are going off all around you. you’re still processing his words, wondering if he really means them because in the end, he’s drunk. partially, completely, he is drunk. and you can never trust alcohol and its consequences.

so, you simply decide to play along, hoping he won't remember this conversation the next day. “is there a reason for me to stay?”

“i am,” another quick reply, and you’re losing your mind. it’s like the ground beneath you is shaking. your heart is accelerating so fast, you’re scared it’ll come out of your chest. it’s not your first time witnessing a drunk ayato who has gone batshit crazy, but it is your first time having him look at you with an expression you’ve never seen on his face before. at least not with regards to you.

he sighs, getting up from the couch before making his way towards you with every step increasing your already racing heartbeat. and before you know it, he’s already standing in front of you, barely a few inches apart as he cups your face, eyes settling on your lips. “please remind me if i forget any of this tomorrow,”

rest all feels like a dream because ayato, your roommate, the guy you’ve had a crush on ever since he moved in, the man you’d bark for— not literally, maybe, is kissing you. he’s not just kissing you, he’s kissing you, as in literally slotting his lips against yours, pulling you closer with every second that passes. he’s kissing you like the world will end tomorrow and even if it does, you don’t mind. you don’t fucking mind if the house burns to ashes and a truck runs you over the very next day because this is everything you’ve wished for in past two months ( you know, besides having a place with better living conditions to call house )

“ayato—” no he doesn’t let you speak. instead, he nibbles on your lips, soft gasps for air twirling in between as he frames you against the kitchen counter. no, this isn’t your first kiss. you’ve had relationships, but nothing compares to this moment. no other kiss compares to how he’s kissing you and how it feels like you’re on an amusement park ride where the adrenaline gets the best of you and suddenly, you’re drowning between pleasure and thrill.

that is what kissing ayato is like.

it’s like going to heaven and back in just the way his hands ghost up your cheeks and slot them against your waist, your hands wrapping around his neck as his tongue slightly brushes against your bottom lips, and without a second thought, you let it in. kissing ayato is like gravitating towards a black hole, it’s like lying at the rock bottom and falling even deeper. you’re not sure if you should be doing this right now, especially when he’s drunk, but the taste of alcohol against your tongue inhibits your thought process, allowing your feelings to get the best of you.

he pulls away, lips brushing against yours as you lean in to capture them in another kiss, only for him to retract. needless to say, it leaves you a little embarrassed. ayato cups your cheeks once again, making you look into his eyes with his warm breath fanning on your face. “i love you,” that’s all he says before navigating his lips to yours once again.

you’re not sure if you heard him right. of course, you did. you have a good sense of hearing and there’s no way you’re missing such an important detail, but— love, you don’t know how sober that is. you don’t know how much of this kiss, and every sensation that you’re sharing with each other, is genuine. you don’t know how sober ayato is, you don’t know whether this is because of the alcohol or if he actually loves you. so, you put his hands on his chest, pushing him away as he stares at you with an expression ranging between confusion and heartbreak.

you kiss the inside of his palms, shooting him a sweet smile, before walking into your room. “say that again when you’re sober.”

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komorim · 10 months

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to generations after us

-> kamisato ayato x f!reader

[ synopsis. ] a while has passed since the death of your husband, and everything seemed to have changed but nothing seemed to have changed at the same time. your routine and life will always be constant, yet the scenery and people of inazuma will never be identical to the ones before. and neither will your heart.

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[ content warnings. ] character death. reader has children with ayato. angst. mentions of suicide. suicidal thoughts. there’s not a lot to say; it’s not dark content. reader is a kitsune from japanese folklore.

[ word count. ] to be counted

[ author’s note. ] hooray! the first one shot of my pair of one shot collections! i’m starting to regret making myself suffer through writing twelve oneshots, but it is what it is :p please bear in mind that updating of the collections won’t be very fast (like any of my updates :x) but i will try to upload two at a time, one for each collection. i originally planned on having the initial upload be four one shots so you all have something to read while i’m cooking up the rest, but i only got three done and i decided to just post one first :x

day one, day two, day three. how many days has passed was originally clear to you at first, but then there came one point in time that you lost track. when you lost track of the number of days passed since one of the biggest milestones in your ever lasting life.

since the day your husband, the love of your life, the father of your children, had passed away.

looking back on it now, you don't believe that your life had much of a change after his death. after all, it wasn’t your first time experiencing loss. yet this time was somewhat different. it wasn’t just a friend or a mortal you had attachment to that passed. no. it was your husband, the one who who married you, the one you mothered children with, the one you gave your heart to.

the first couple of days were dreadful, trying to comfort your children from the pain of losing their father and having to deal with awful words thrown at you because you haven’t shed a tear.

but what do they know?

as a mother, how could you make your children worry for you when they’re already mourning? how could you cry your heart out and voice your desire to die with him? you didn’t have the liberty of doing so.

so you could only resort to silently weeping as your hand rests over what was once ayato’s side of the bed. in the middle of the night, all you could think about was how regretful you were that you weren’t by his side, how you couldn’t hear his last words nor caress his face like you once did one last time. yet after weeks of barely sleeping, you still had to act as if you were okay in order to not raise the attention of your children.

though day by day, you continue such behavior and the negativity that surrounds you only grows.

seeing the kamisato estate as it was before, the same the last time you saw ayato slowly crumbled your will into pieces. you can almost see him in the shadows, smiling at you as he calls you to come join him for dinner, frowning as he scolds your laziness, smirking as he looks at your flushed face when he walks out of the shower half naked, humming as he walks down the hallways.

it’s all too familiar.

everything and anything reminds you of him. his cologne is still placed in the same place last time he used it. his toothbrush still sits in the stand next to yours. his coat still hangs by the door. his shoes still rest on the rack.

nothing seems to have changed, but everything did.

the streets on inazuma city still look the same as when you and him last went on a date. your favorite food stand is still selling your usual order. the trees are still in full blossom.

yet your loving commissioner isn’t there anymore.

how are you supposed to keep pretending? how are you supposed to reassure your children again and again that you’re taking his death well when that red moving object in your chest cavity has long withered and died?

how can you hug them and looks at them when their features resemble half of his?

you had missed him too much, and wanted to feel him and smell the scent of him terribly. you wanted to hug him, and kiss him, and ask for him to comfort you as he always did. then your attention fell onto the the white coat he wears everyday. it was bound to be covered in his scent, and after contemplating whether it was worth it to destroy the way he left things, you gave in to the urge.

bringing the coat back to the bed, you cuddled up to it and hugged it tightly, breathing in the faint scent of ayato. the crumpling of paper you heard was odd, knowing that it wasn’t a sound a normal coat was supposed to make. and when you pulled out the now slightly wrinkled envelope, tears started to pool in your eyes when you recognized the familiar penmanship.

you opened the seal carefully, not wanting to destroy the last thing he left you, and you pulled out the piece of paper that has already aged. it made you wonder how long ago he had first wrote this.

how long ago was he expecting his abrupt end.

my dear, the love of my life, my darling fox,

you hadn’t even begun to read its contents before a choked sob forced its way through your throat, emotional already at the mention of his pet names for you. names that you loved to hear.

how are you doing? probably not so good since you most likely are reading this after the news of my death. you can almost hear his light chuckle. i once remember you asking me why it is that i started to keep one hand in my pocket out of habit. now you probably know why. even without me telling you, you were always so very smart and perceptive. which was why it made me so nervous trying to keep this letter a secret. as your beloved husband, i know i shouldn’t be keeping secrets from you, but i had to. i knew you’d give me an earful if you knew about me writing such a letter when i’m “so young and have many years ahead of me.” but i had to write something like this soon. because who knows when i might die? the thought of it breaks my heart as well, but we both knew this would happen one day. after all, i am a mortal. if i had the choice, i would sell my soul and more to obtain immortality, since how could i bear to just leave you one day? but it’s the inevitable truth that my end will definitely come before yours. so i keep looking, keep staring at your face and features, trying to engrave them into my mind and heart and soul so that i never forget you even long after i’ve passed. even as i write this, i often glance up at your sleeping features on the bed. how beautiful you are. and how it saddens me to imagine those beautiful features i love distort into pain and grief. which is why i hope i can stay longer, just a bit longer. one more minute, one more hour, one more day. i hope that with my presence, i can make you smile for that much longer. though i understand that your smile from the day i die on will probably only be for the sake of presentation. to reassure, to comfort. after all, you never truly smiled until you fell in love with me. and that’ll always be the proudest achievement of my life. but please, don’t be too saddened by my passing. i understand the love you harbor for me, but please don’t let it be the reason you’re awake at night. a mortal’s life is short compared to yours, and you still have many years, many decades, many centuries. without me, you still have our children, and their children, and their children, and many generations after. you are never alone, my love. and there will be much, much more people in the future who will love and accompany you as i did.

the letter wasn’t complete, since you had a habit of calling him to bed every time he stayed up working. but you knew the purpose that the letter was supposed to serve. to make you feel better. but the day by day torture and regret that you put yourself through has already put you into an abyss so deep that a simple farewell letter couldn’t pull you out.

you became secluded, just like how your life was before a certain kamisato rudely interrupted.

he swept in, rescuing you from fox hunters when he was no better. the hunters wanted your life, and him making you fall in love and then leaving is no different. and the more you think about it, the more resent grows, and the moment of comfort that the letter brought you was long forgotten.

he wooed you with his sweet words and warm smile until you willingly handed him your heart. and then he left you alone, just like nothing had happened. but what was worse was that he didn’t just leave, no, he took your heart with him too.

you were used to loneliness for centuries. you enjoyed the leisurely life you had. but now that you’ve seen happiness, seen companionship, seen love, how were you supposed to go back to your previous life?

it’s cruel. what he did was unforgiving. and asking you not to despair? it was selfish.

he was alike a caretaker that has made an animal dependent on him and then pushed them back into the wild. a caretaker that stripped the abilities of hunting and survival from a wild animal before abandoning them once again. a caretaker that rescued an animal in need before blowing out the fire of hope.

how could he? more importantly, how are you going to survive without your caretaker? you’ve grown used to it all in this habitat that you loved, and now you can’t imagine a life without him.

you’ve grown miserable, resentful, to the point that you can’t help but want to tell him that you’ll never forgive him for the rest of your life.

but you can’t. you love him too much, gave him your all and more. he’s the man you loved, the first and only man you loved, and the one that loved you the most. how could you ever have it in your heart to hate him? how could you hate someone that first thought about you when the idea of their own death comes into mind?

one moment you’re screaming, sobbing from all the pain and anguish, and the next you’re begging for something, somewhere, that they could bring him back to you.

because without her caretaker, the silly fox that already gave her heart away would die in the wild.

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fluffnari · 1 year

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“As you wish.”

Characters: Ayato | Cyno | Albedo Fluff | Comfort | Established Relationship Summary: They absolutely adore you and just can't say no. Requests are open :)

Early morning animals call out to one another in greeting as the world starts to wake up. Inside the home of the Kamisato siblings staff moved around to make sure everything would be suitable for the day though they didn’t have much to do. Thoma did most of the work himself, saying he didn’t mind - it’s his job anyway.

It was rare to wake up and find Ayato still in bed with you so early in the morning. You had expected to see the side of his bed empty and fixed, so imagine your surprise when instead of that, it’s his handsome face still sound asleep. The sight made you still, eyes raking over his face… He looked younger in his sleep.

Reaching out, you brush the hair obscuring his face, softly, not wanting to wake him. Yet you couldn’t pull away once touching him, hand trailing down to his jaw to caress small, gentle circles into his soft skin. It was always soft. A low hum leaves Ayato as his eyelashes flutter the top of his cheeks as he slowly wakes.

The sight of you brought on an immediate smile, tired eyes lighting up. A husky “Good morning, my love.”

His words caused butterflies to erupt inside your stomach. Archons, you love him.

“I believe today is your day,” he stated, hinting at your birthday. Ayato places a loving kiss on your lips. “You may ask for anything you wish for today. Anything, it’ll be yours.”

You smile, leaning in until your lips brushed his. “Tempting,” You say, getting a low chuckle from him. “But all I want is to have breakfast with my love and two best friends. And have you to myself for tonight.”

“Is that so?”

You hum, letting him steal some kisses, trailing down the side of your neck. He leaned over you, his hair falling around you, creating a curtain and shielding this moment between you and Ayato.

“If that is what you wish.”

You’re home, Liyue had a certain festival coming up that you love to see every year. You have yet to miss it, mostly because it gives you the chance to visit your friends and Father. This year is no different, you would be going to Liyue to continue the tradition of the Lantern Rite. Except for this time, you wanted to bring someone with you. Someone important.

General Mahamatra Cyno sat at his desk scribbling away on his current report. He just got back from a mission, making you hesitate on asking him about this. Your constant pacing back and forth distracted him, eyes subtly trailing your form and taking in how anxious you looked.

Maybe a joke will help?

He cleared his throat to get your attention before speaking. “What do you call someone with no body and no nose?”

A smile threatens to appear at the realization he noticed your nerves. “I dunno, what?”

“Nobody knows.”

Laughter bubbles up in your chest, though not necessarily because it was funny, the moment of him trying to calm you down made warmth bloom inside of you. The sound of your laugh had his lips tugging up in a soft smile, eyes full of adoration as Cyno watched you. A lightness in his heart to see you not looking so stressed anymore.

Oh, but why…?

“What’s the matter?” questioned Cyno, waving you over.

The heat reached your cheeks as you’re pulled onto his lap, his arms wrapped around you. Being in his arms always brought you comfort, it was like snuggling into your blanket on a cold winter's day. Cyno felt safe.

“It’s just…” You take a deep breath. “The Lantern Rite is going to be starting soon, so I’ll be leaving for it.” Cyno nods his head, eyes not wavering from your own, letting you know that he was listening. “I know you’re busy, but I was hoping, maybe, you can leave with me?”

“With you?”

You nod your head at the hint of confusion in his voice. “The Lantern Rite is important, and this would give you the chance to meet everyone. My dad should be easy enough, he tells a lot of stories though I’m not sure he would understand your jokes. And my brother, well, he might be a little hard on you.”

Cyno looks to be thinking over it, his fingers tapping on your thigh. He didn’t have you waiting long before he glanced back at you, an unreadable look on his face. “This is important to you?”

“Yes.”

He nods. “Then I will go.”

It’s been about 2 weeks, you were certain, since either of you left Dragon Spine. Klee visited twice but had to leave for her safety due to Albedo’s current research. You miss her. You miss the warmth of Mondstadt and being able to talk to the people there - after a while, there was just a certain need to talk to someone other than yourself. There’s Albedo, but sometimes you might as well be talking to yourself still when he’s so focused.

A little sigh slipped past your lips as you place your pen down, stretching your fingers out for how long you’ve been scribbling down your thoughts. Restless, might be a better word to describe how you were feeling.

“Is there something bothering you?” asked Albedo, yet he hasn’t looked away from what he was doing

Should you tell him? You weren’t sure if he would find it bothersome or just flat-out send you away. While that might sound like an idea, you couldn’t exactly leave him on his own out here, Albedo tends to forget to care for himself when he’s so into his work.

Your prolong silence forces Albedo to tear away from said work and glance at you. It was clear on your face that you were debating something. Most likely if you can or should tell him what was on your mind. The thought of you not being able to trust him enough to talk to him made an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Albedo setting down his beakers made you return your gaze towards him, his attention now fully on you that caused a small heat in your cheeks. That was his way of telling you he was there and willing to listen. Well, you might as well tell him.

So you do. You want to go back to Mondstadt for a few days then you both can return. It was time to check up on everyone back home and spend some time with Klee who no doubt missed Albedo the most. You were sure he might say yes if you added that last part, but it was kinda hard to read him That was until his lips tugged up into a small, soft smile.

“As you wish.”

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DATING APP HCS - AYATO VOL.2

WARNING: SMUT, DOM/LITTLE DYNAMICS, BOOB JOB, a little bit of ANGST but resolved quickly and HAPPILY EVER AFTER <3, FLUFF, FLUFF, FLUFF !!!

PAIRING: AYATO X FEM READER

This is the second part of my Ayato Dating App HCS. Since it was so frequently requested, I had no choice but to deliver the continuation to that filthy story. So, I’m back with 3 times more smut and absolute debauchery. Bear that in mind if you decide to read it. Not for the faint of heart, for sure.

IMPORTANT: READ THIS FIRST TO GET EVEN MORE ORGASMS CLICK!

From: Daddy Ayato <3

I’ve bought all the things that were on the shopping list. How much longer till the end of your class?

To: Daddy Ayato <3

Yay! I can’t wait for our baking night :3 I’m super, super excited you agreed to make muffins with me Daddy! Did you also buy these cute muffin cups we saw the other day??? :> Please, tell me you didn’t forget! :o

From: Daddy Ayato <3

Who do you take me for, hmm? Daddy is not some amateur. Of course, I did. I even bought a bunch of colourful flags. The shopping assistant told me it’s what people use for decoration. Is that correct?

To: Daddy Ayato <3

Yesss!!! Omg, that’s so cool! I swear you’re just the best, Daddy!

The corners of Ayato’s lips curve upwards. The periwinkle haired man realizes, somewhat tardily, that he’s been standing in the middle of the parking space, smiling like a dribbling idiot at the device in his hands. HOOONKKKKK. The lavender angel is not the man to be jumped-scared easily, but he admittedly does jolt back, making way for the irked driver who curses the living shit out of Ayato while driving past him.

What in the name of the Almighty Shogun is his problem?

Ayato can’t fathom, nor is he going to lower himself to this barbarian’s level.

There are more important things requiring his attention now.

Like you, for instance.

From: Daddy Ayato <3

Baby, you didn’t answer my question. What time does your class end?

To: Daddy Ayato <3

Why? Do you miss me so much already? *_*

Ayato leans against his car, shaking his head at your level of cheekiness. You’ve certainly been getting more and more daring. Ayato is not the one to complain, though.

From: Daddy Ayato <3

What do you think? I’m waiting in the parking lot. Couldn’t force myself to stay in the office. I hope you are aware it’s all your fault, mhm?

To: Daddy Ayato <3

Look up, then.

Ayato’s brows knit together quizzically. He lifts his head, and before he has a chance to say anything, your small hands bury into the periwinkle strands. You pull him down, slipping your tongue into Ayato’s gaping in surprise mouth. Ayato has to moan at that; he can’t help it. His hands meander down to your buttocks, and he gives your ass cheeks a rougher than appropriate for the current setting squeeze. It feels right.

„Hey!”

Your half-giggle, half-whimper fogs his mind for a few quickened heartbeats.

„You didn’t skip class, did you?”

Ayato asks sternly. He might have got carried away by your devious tactics, but now he is back to his vigilant self. At least, he hopes he is.

„You know Daddy will find out, anyway.”

He gives you a warning, but deep down he knows you wouldn’t lie to him. You are his good girl.

„No, Daddy! I would never. We finished early. Can we go back home and start baking, please?”

Those fluttering eyelashes and pouty lips.

Ayato sighs.

„Fine. Get your cute ass into the car.”

„Oh, Daddy, look! The muffins are so big already!”

Ayato, try as he might, can’t really bring himself to admire the muffins in the oven when you look so delicious to him right now. Bent in half, body wrapped in a cute pink apron and your bum up in the air. So perky. So squishable. These shorts you are wearing, courtesy of his credit card, barely cover your buttcheeks. Ayato cranes his neck to the side, smirking to himself when he can practically see the outline of your pussy.

„You see, Daddy? They look so fluffy.”

Ayato hears you chirping like a little birdie. Oh, so cute. The lavender beauty concludes with a snicker. If you are his adorable little bird, then he must be this sly fox - lurking to feast on its prey.

„Sure, I can, Princess. That looks absolutely delectable.”

Ayato hums low, his eyes roving higher, up to these two bouncy breasts.

„Truly finger-licking.”

The scheming fox adds, noting how your curves get squished by the straps of the pink apron. He told you to wear comfy clothes. After all, who needs a bra when baking muffins with their boyfriend? Absolute nonsense. Besides, Ayato doesn’t think you need any clothes when it is just you and him. So domestic. Intimate. He can easily sneak up on you from behind. Like right now.

„Chubby muffins.”

Your adorable, tiny giggle dies in your throat when Ayato’s hand advances on your naked thigh, stopping on that pussy. He presses to you with an open palm.

„D-Daddy!”

You scream, stunned by his hand so unexpectedly smearing over your clothed folds.

„Chubby and plump. Just the way Daddy loves it.”

Ayato teases in a breathy voice, forcibly grabbing your hips when you attempt to wiggle out.

„How about we make it slightly more moist? Hmm?”

The periwinkle haired angel yanks your shorts down, making you sway back and forth like a twig moving in the wind.

„Hands on the counter, and don’t budge.”

You pout in response, cheeks burning with shame.

„That’s so embarrassing, Daddy!”

Ayato, consumed by some sick plan forming in his clouded by need brain, delivers a single punishing slap to the round flesh of your peachy bum. He watches how it jiggles, totally bewitched.

„Ah! Hurts!”

„No talking back to Daddy.”

He ogles your cunt, fully aware that you turned him into a perverted creep. Because, in truth, that is how he really feels. For a second, he has half a mind to fuck you raw and see you struggle to take his big cock. Maybe some other time, though. Today, he will stick to his initial idea; and play with you a little. You are supposed to be having a baking night, after all. He can’t afford to let his Baby down.

„Wait here for Daddy. I’ll be back in a second.”

He raises himself from his knees, discarding his matching pink apron on the floor as he disappears behind the door to your bedroom.

„What? No, you can’t leave me like that. That’s mean. Daddy, you are mean!”

Your bum quivers out in the open. Howeve, pleading would be an utter waste of your dignity because Ayato won’t listen. No puppy eyes, no pleas would help as it always falls on deaf ears when the lavender beauty regresses into one of his lewd and debauched trances.

„What did you say, Sweetheart?”

He is attacking you from behind again, and your whole body freezes like an ice pop. The contrast between the chilly air and the warm puffs of Ayato’s breath right next to your ear whirl your mind. You shiver once and then again when some weird buzzing sound breaks the stillness of the room. Ayato bites the lobe of your sensitive ear before throwing in another vile-sounding command.

„Behave.”

Ayato watches the helpless shudders that roll over your skin when he presses the egg-shaped vibrator to your folds. He spins it round and round, brushing over the pussy lips with barely any pressure, which very quickly leaves you mad and frustrated.

„Daddy, no---, nn-ahh, w-what are you doing?!”

Your eyes follow the darkened lavender pupils when he unceremoniously pushes the vibrating egg into your hole. It sucks it in fully, leaving only a short string that sticks out of your pussy. The buzzing device nestles deep in your plushy walls, and Ayato runs his finger over the silken folds, gathering some of the juice emanating from your tight heat.

„I’m about to have my dessert.”

He pulls you closer by your arm, making you straighten up next to him. Ayato licks his digit. Pastel orbs fixedly stare into your eyes while you struggle to comprehend what is happening. You notice a small remote in his other hand, and the man purrs in delight when your pupils dilate.

„Daddy, what are you going to---na-ah!”

These are the last words you utter before reason flees your mind. Your knees buck, and a rush of need descends upon you, budding low below your belly when Ayato cruelly fiddles with the remote, choosing much stronger vibrations. Your limbs feel desensitized, too weak and feeble to carry the weight of your trembling body, and Ayato knows. He knows. With a Cheshire grin, he observes your quivering thighs that are about to give in. But he is there. Daddy is there.

„Oh, so helpless already?”

Ayato croons hotly into your neck when he catches you in his arms. He plants wet kisses along your jugular, listening attentively to all the cries that slip past your lips.

„Too strong, Daddy, too strong!”

„Yes, sing for Daddy. Exactly this way.”

His masculine body towers over you when Ayato places his hands in the pivots of your hips and boldly manoeuvres you towards the kitchen island. It is dusted with flour. The surface is sticky from frosting and whipped cream. Ayato doesn’t seem fazed by it, whatsoever.

„You look pretty in this pink apron.”

He praises, forcing your chin up as he lowers himself to innocently peck your lips, totally ignoring the shudders going through your body.

„Hey, what are you supposed to say now?”

The periwinkle haired angel frowns, increasing the vibration as a punitive measure. With his other hand, Ayato holds onto your hip, helping you stand.

„S-Sorry! I’m so-so sorry. It’s thank you! Thank you, Daddy!”

Waves of desire crest through you with renewed intensity as Ayato continues his sweet torture.

„Good, good girl. You know you are not allowed to cum until I say so?”

The lavender angel feels the need to remind you when pressure seethes in your lower belly, and you start humping into his thigh. The vibration is driving you insane, but you know Ayato won’t do anything about that. He will wait until you can’t take it anymore and start begging him to help you cum.

„Baby, answer the question.”

The rock hard grip on your hip immobilizes you, and the man’s seductively low voice makes you sigh with pleasure.

„I-I know, Daddy.”

You respond sulkily, averting Ayato’s opaque with lust eyes.

„Perfect. Now, let me enjoy my treat.”

His long fingers move to your back, and soon after, the strands of the apron feel loose. Ayato is very swiftly getting rid of the rest of your clothes.

„As much as I love it on you, Daddy needs to take it off you for now.”

He stops to admire your supple breasts, cupping one into his hand and making it jiggle.

„Don’t! Daddy, don’t!”

You protest, eaten alive by embarrassment. It comes out so pathetic, turning into a needy whimper when Ayato's thumb comes into contact with your nipple. The lavender angel chuckles, drunk on the surge of power that buzzes in his veins.

„These sounds, Baby. It’s pure sin. Please, don’t ever hold back. Daddy loves it.”

He lets go of the breast and reaches for the bowl with whipped cream that you prepared for later. You wanted to decorate the muffins with it. But, wait, what is he...?!

„No, you can’t! That’s for the muffins!”

You cry out, teary-eyed, bending weirdly when the device does an outstanding job of turning you into a salivating and brainless doll.

„Of course, I can. Daddy wants to enjoy his dessert to the fullest.”

Ayato’s voice drips with obsessive longing when he smears the whipped cream all over your boobs.

„Undo my belt.”

He commands, taking a sharp breath when you can’t stop whimpering and wiggling your bum, tip-toeing on the edge of the release. He hasn’t even touched you properly. Yet, you look ready to cum all over yourself. Tiny hands move towards his dick, wanting to experience the velvety smooth flesh. Your eyes turn moon-shaped when Ayato’s shaft twitches excitedly at your sight.

„Look at you, lusting over Daddy’s dick. Makes me glad, so glad.”

He can hardly contain himself with how much he wants to break you.

Ayato smirks at you while taking a step back to fetch a chair for himself. He sits on it, spreading his thighs wide and beckoning you with his finger.

It takes a few moments for you to realise what his intention is. Still, you are too shy to move.

„Come and make Daddy feel good with your pretty tits.”

Ayato’s wish leaves no room for your shyness. You swallow hard, sinking to your knees and crawling up to the dominant man. You are so awkward about it. You shoot him a look full of self-doubt.

„Closer, closer. I want your sweet boobs around my cock.”

You listen to your Daddy’s filthy order, enveloping his shaft with your soft mounds. It is more difficult than you would have imagined, and it takes some time before you position yourself just right to ensure a smooth glide of his cock through your cream-covered boobs.

„Mhmm---, Daddy’s loves it, Little One.”

The periwinkle haired beauty moans, and your insides somersault in undiluted vanity, boosting your confidence so much you would be ready to do anything to hear more of his approval. Ayato can’t wait any longer and begins thrusting with his hips. He watches as his aching cock pumps into these busty tits with a hand clutching onto your shoulder. Try as you might, it really proves to be a challenge to keep them wrapped around Ayato’s throbbing arousal. His breathy moans, dirty words and the egg relentlessly pulsating in your contracting hole compel you to hump into Ayato’s shin. Your whole vagina twitches in tune with Daddy’s cock.

„Daddy, my pussy-I- ohh-, I want to come, please!”

You can’t tear your eyes away from the glistening tip which reappears between your boobs. It is so messy. Ayato seems to be even more affected by this tantalising view. Thick pre-cum mixed with the sticky cream dribble down your chest as you keep bouncing your boobs on Ayato’s lubed cock.

„Good, baby. You’re so good at tit-fucking Daddy.”

Ayato, feeling his own cum boiling in his balls, caresses the top of your scalp as if he wanted to pat the head of a well-behaved puppy.

„Cum with Daddy. I’m so fucking close my dick hurts.”

He confesses, chuckling at how easy it is for you to reduce him to this pathetic state. Wanting to reach the bliss with you, Ayato once again increases the speed of vibrations. Shock waves of pleasure rush to your groin, threatening to burst at any point.

„Now, Daddy now!”

You tit-fuck him with crazy speed, quivering and trembling at how hard the egg drills into your hole. The overflowing with juices walls start clamping down the device greedily, finally allowed to let go of the pent-up need. You lean slightly forward, frantically jerking him off and Ayato groans. No, he actually screams, feeling his cock surge.

A gush of cum hurries up his shaft, splattering all over your face and tits that never stop jiggling around him.

„Fuck!”

Ayato cusses, not recognizing himself anymore. Who would have thought that a respectable and dignified man like him could be swayed by such carnal desires? And yet, the boobs around his cock are real; and Ayato empties himself harder than a virgin.

A high-pitched coo leaves your lips. A sound of relief and self-satisfaction at how well you managed to please your Daddy. You lick your mouth, attempting to clean your face off his release.

Last droplets of spunk lazily ooze out of Ayato’s cock, squished by this perfectly round tit-flesh. Ayato shivers, turning off the device to allow you to come down from your own high.

„Dad, I think I dirtied your floor.”

You whimper, feeling remorseful when your knee drags over the tacky pool of squirt that spurted out of your pussy.

Ayato shifts in the chair to look down.

„Shit.”

His balls tickle with renewed need, and to your and his surprise, the hardness doesn’t seem to go away despite the mind-blowing orgasm. Ayato’s dick twitches as if it had no refractory period.

„S-so soon?”

You ask, bewildered and a little bit scared when Ayato dully gapes at the floor with frenzied eyes that begin to sparkle.

„D-Daddy?”

„Oh, Baby. You really are the most delicious of treats, aren’t you?”

Ayato’s hands ground into your ass when he picks you up from the floor and places you on the counter. Your moist walls rub over his erection, making the man groan in a low, rumbling voice.

„Daddy! It’s sticky!”

Ayato doesn’t bother wiping the kitchen furniture, pushing your buttocks down on the nasty counter. He forces you to rest on your back, flattening his hand on your tummy. Myriads of goosebumps scatter all over your hot skin when his fingers trail down lower. Ayato pulls you by your thighs to gather you close. So close that your pussy is right in front of his dick. The lavender angel’s eyes darken sinfully, when he observes how sticky it has become, how it glistens prettily with pearly drops of your rich cum. You peer at him, propping on your elbows.

Ayato has one of these looks. The one which means he will be dicking you down till his cock moulds into your insides.

„Daddy is still hungry.”

You moan at that biting on your lip. You writhe your ass side-ways, ready to throw a tantrum.

„I’m sensitive, Daddy.”

You plead. The numb sensation of your pulsating pussy hasn’t stopped echoing through your groin. Ayato reaches for the string; and carefully, with agonising slowness, draws the vibrator out of your cunt.

„Daddy, no! I don’t like it!”

You cry out, shivering at the empty feeling when the egg no longer stretches your walls.

„Shhh, Baby. Daddy will fix it. Daddy will fix everything.”

The periwinkle beauty reassures, lowering himself to lovingly pepper-kiss your fluid drenched cunt. It is a matter of a few kisses, a couple of playful nudges with his nose into your red and swollen pussy lips before the egg is out, quickly substituted with Ayato’s long fingers. They fit you perfectly. Your pussy is practically made to suck them in at this point. Only his dick can beat it, filling you up even better. He starts it slowly, moving the digits in and out, cooing at your whimpers, worshipping you with words that spark the flames of arousal. He knows you like the back of his hand and has learned to make you cum as if it was the most natural thing for him.

„D-Daddy,na-ah,’s good, soo good again.”

Ayato thinks he is harder than he was before his first violent orgasm but doesn’t exactly understand how the fuck it is possible. Your bum squirms slightly, pushing down in the direction of the penetrating hand. Ayato’s digits work their way so nicely into you. The squelching sounds and tiny moans show how good he is making you feel.

„Oh, yeah? Daddy told you he would fix it. Daddy knows your pussy like no one else. It is my little pussy. Only mine.”

Lost in pleasure, with eyes closed and back arching into Ayato’s hand, you don’t notice how the sly fox pumps his raging hard-on, ready to split you open with his thick cock.

„Daddy!”

A broken cry is wrung out of you when Ayato claims your cunt so suddenly. Electricity runs through you from head to toe when he bottoms out easily, stretching your gummy walls with his girthy size. The excitement and pace are overwhelming.

„Daddy’s cunt. I own it. I will breed it.”

Ayato’s cock is truly made to be inside you, and the lavender angel makes it his mission to prove it. You cum so many times until you nearly pass out from the over-stimulation, lying brainlessly next to the bowl with the remnants of the ruined whipped cream and a tray full of freshly baked muffins. Good thing Ayato felt generous enough to take them out of the oven before twisting your body into another humiliating position.

„Daddy is proud of you.”

He chuckled into your ear while scrubbing the dried out blotches of cream and cum from your body. Of course, the sly fox rubbed you clean, ignoring the pitiful whines of pain and dissatisfaction. After all, it’s nothing his skilled at massage hands wouldn’t be able to deal with.

„We should be having more of these baking dates. I find them very enjoyable.”

He concludes with a sinister smirk on his handsome face.

From: Daddy Ayato <3

How is my little girl doing? Daddy misses you so much. I hate the fact that I can’t have you here with me.

To: Daddy Ayato <3

I know, Daddy. I miss you too! I can’t wait to be with you again. It’s just a few days, though. You said it yourself, right? You said we would make it, that it would pass quickly and in no time you’ll be back home :<

That’s what he thought when he made a decision to go on a business trip without you, but now it seems like the worst idea ever. Ayato finds himself wishing he could take back time. He wanted to be strong. What? Surely he can survive a couple of days without seeing your face, right? Without falling asleep next to your squishy bum that keeps rubbing onto his dick when he spoons you, without hearing your giggles and cute little whimpers when he attacks you with kisses, without your cute mouth wrapped around his di---, NO! He shouldn’t be fantasizing about it now. Languidly, the periwinkle haired beauty massages the rapidly-hardening shaft through the fabric of the underwear. The extra friction caused by the sliding material pries out an unwanted moan from Ayato.

From: Daddy Ayato <3

Yes, I know. Forgive me, Sweetheart. I feel awfully lonely without you. Daddy had a difficult day.

Ayato spoke from his heart. He genuinely has never felt more lonely than now, in the dimly-lit hotel room after a day full of boring meetings and tedious small-talk with individuals whose brains were smaller than a peanut. That’s actually one of the reasons why he didn’t want to drag you here. You would be bored to death, and he wouldn’t have time to take care of you. He also doesn’t trust his ability to focus when you are around. Most probably, he would end up being inefficient, distracted, and looking for excuses to sneak out to the hotel room to see you. Absent-mindedly, he continues stroking his dick. At last, Ayato throws in the towel, opting to reach under the slightly moist boxers to hold himself snugly in his warm palm. It doesn’t feel nearly as glorious as your tiny hand struggling to envelop his hardness, but it must suffice. Ayato’s abdomen tenses when he imagines you with him now.

To: Daddy Ayato <3

Oh, my poor, poor Daddy Bear *broken heart* How lonely? Show me, please! :>

The lavender angel lets out the airy chuckle at the obvious challenge hidden in your seemingly innocent message. He knows you well enough to recognize when your mind wanders into these very lewd places. Ayato grabs his dick harder, brushing his thumb over the small slit that starts weeping translucent nectar. He lies back with a heavy sigh. His thigh muscles loosen once he takes a snap of his leaking shaft.

From: Daddy Ayato <3

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Can you see? Daddy is so sad. Can I hear your voice? I’m losing my mind.

His chest swells in the sense of achievement when seconds later, the phone starts vibrating in his hand. Ayato’s cock lengthens as if it couldn’t wait to listen to the music coming from your pretty little mouth.

„Baby? I hope Daddy isn’t bothering you. You told me you had been busy with homework.”

Ayato technically moans out the question, closing his hand around the swollen cock and pumping up and down. Not too fast, though. He needs to hear you first.

„Daddy, can you touch yourself for me? I want to help you. I can’t leave you like that.”

He exhales. The air wheezes sharply as his breathing gets laboured. His cockhead swells further when Ayato pours a generous amount of lube to ensure a more pleasant glide.

„Daddy Bear?”

The lavender angel gets all comfortable again. Dick back in his hand as he resumes stroking, from the thick base to the mushroomy tip.

„Sorry, my precious Baby. Daddy is having a hard time here without you.”

He can’t wait to have your breasts in his hands again, to lick your nipples till you cry in over-stimulation. The images pop into his head, and his balls squeeze in a pathetic cry to come back home to you.

„it’s ok, Daddy. Do you think...,erm---,”

The request dies in your throat.

„Yes, Baby? Tell me, please. Keep talking. Daddy needs to hear you all the time.”

Ayato begs, feeling particularly soft and vulnerable today. It is fine, though. He can be like that with you. You won’t judge him, ever.

„Can we do a video call? I want to see you badly...”

You plead in a small voice, and Ayato barely manages not to climax at how fucking adorable you are.

„Oh, Baby. You must be reading my mind.”

Ayato doesn’t waste any time; turning on the front camera. Fortunately, you didn’t want to wait any longer either.

„Look at you, so fucking perfect. Don’t be shy, don’t cover yourself.”

You are so lovely. So perfectly small, and Ayato would never want to hurt your feelings nor disappoint you when those doe-eyes control the beating of his heart with such ease. You are also so good at handling his demanding nature. His mind jumps from one thought to the other. He notices the matching set of pink lingerie that he bought you before going on this cursed business trip. Your boobs hardly fit the cups as he chose a smaller than you need size. Fucking brilliant scheming on his part. Ayato feels proud and growls at the view, as hard as a rock.

„Girl, you are driving me insane. Touch yourself for Daddy. Pinch these pretty nipples just the way I always do.”

You look like a fucking goddess to him, doing what he says without bratty excuses. He loves you for that. Fuck, Ayato loves everything about you. The realisation hits him so hard his dick turns crimson once the surge of cum bubbles inside, ready to explode and release the tension.

„Daddy, am I doing it right?”

You palm those boobs, staring right into the camera. Your thighs open, revealing the beautiful blotch of the sweetest pussy juice Ayato has ever tasted.

„Oh, f-fuck, Baby---,”

He ejaculates as his cum comes running down his palm and lower abdomen. Once his orgasm mercilessly picks up in strength, Ayato lies down flat on the bed, unable to hold himself up to face the camera. The phone almost falls out of his hand. He can’t catch his breath, spurting thick semen all over himself.

„Daddy? You are so cute. That was so hot!”

Your adorable giggles barely make it to his fucked-out brain.

„Daddy? What about me? Daddy Bear?”

The lavender angel makes a mental note to never go on business trips without you.

Finally! The last class of the day, and you are free to go! Excitedly you rush out of the lecture hall, sending Ayato a quick message that you will be home soon and ready for a video call. He is supposed to come back on Sunday evening. One, two, three - you count on your fingers how many more days you will have to spend alone in his flat. Not so bad? Just a little bit more.

„Excuse me.”

A beautiful woman interrupts your self-encouraging talk when she crosses your way with a stern look on her face.

„Are you Y/N?”

She ogles you, palpably having big issues with uttering your name as if it was mentally difficult for her to even say it.

„Y-Yes?”

You stop dead in your tracks, dumbfounded by the hostile vibes radiating from her entire person. She lets out a condescending chortle. Why is she even laughing? You look around, thinking that maybe some students behind you did something stupid to make her laugh this way. However, that isn’t the case.

„How pathetic.”

She turns to you, asserting dominance with a judgemental sweep over your body.

„I don’t understand how such a plain-looking girl could ever think Ayato would be interested in her?”

She crosses her arms on the chest, further spewing some degrading waste out of that venomous mouth.

„Listen, I don’t know what you have been thinking, but Ayato doesn’t treat you seriously. You better wake up. It’s no fairy-tale, you ugly duckling.”

You start shaking as anxiety takes the better of you.

„I don’t understand. I’m sorry, but Ayato and I are very happy toge---,”

She tsked at you, rolling her eyes.

„I’m his previous Little. You think you are better than me?”

The longer you look at her, the more familiar her face appears to be. Your eyes widen in sheer terror when you recall meeting her on the way to Ayato’s office. She was about to go out when you bumped into her, apologizing for your clumsiness. You assumed she was yet another colleague.

„What? Does it finally start to sink in? Geez, you are so dense.”

Suddenly, you start getting nauseous as your stomach twists and turns in nervousness.

„D-Did you come to see him in his office? Was-was it you?”

She lets out an evil cackle. Only this time, it causes your eyes to well up with tears. Your lower lip starts trembling as you fight to suppress the bubbling in your throat sob.

„Yeah. It was me. We had a lovely chat there.”

She cocks an eyebrow suggestively.

„I bet he didn’t tell you about that, did he? Huh?”

You shake your head, averting her gaze.

„I have to go. Sorry.”

These were your last words before you ran out of the building with a bleeding heart and wet from tears cheeks. The woman screamed after you, but you were too shaken to register that.

To: Daddy Ayato <3

You lied to me!

Bawling your eyes out, you hurriedly pack your things into a suitcase. The tears start coming so fast that you begin to have problems with breathing. You want to yell in frustration. What did you even expect? This whole thing was a simple deal. Ayato never promised to keep it exclusive. The contract only states that you are supposed to be loyal to him. You are so fucking naive.

From: Daddy Ayato <3

Baby? What happened? You seem distressed. Can I call?

You decide to ignore the message and the phone call that follows right after. Chaotically, you pace from one room to another, trying to gather your thoughts. The phone keeps buzzing, driving you nuts.

To: Daddy Ayato <3

I met your other Little. You never told me she visited you. How often does she come to your office?

There is a moment of silence before the three dots reappear on the screen. Ayato must be having a hard time coming up with some lame excuse. Eventually, he tries calling you again. You don’t pick up this time either. You don’t think you could handle the sound of his voice now.

From: Daddy Ayato <3

You misunderstand. I can explain everything. Answer the phone right now. I’m being serious.

Misunderstand? Your blood boils under your skin. This cheeky motherfucker dares to tell you what to do!

To: Daddy Ayato <3

You can shove that explanation up your insincere ass!

That serves him right. You could not care less about the contract's rules when he is the one setting double standards for himself. Even if he hadn't cheated on you, he still didn’t utter a word about her coming to his office. On the other hand, he demands complete transparency on your side and controls every aspect of your life. You can’t even go and take a shit without him knowing about it. How rich is that? You are seething with rage once you exit the apartment, slamming the door behind you.

From: Daddy Ayato <3

Don’t say or do things you will regret later. Calm down and answer the fucking phone. I swear it is the last time I’m asking you nicely.

Oh, it seems you are not the only one losing your cool. Mr always perfect Kamisato Ayato cussing in anger? Wow, that is a rare thing to witness. For some reason, you don’t feel that sad anymore, just proud of making him irked. If only you could see his dumb face.

To: Daddy Ayato <3

Or what, you will come and spank me? Good luck with that. I left the keys under the door-mat, you big liar.

You mock him, turning off the mobile while heading for the train station. It is high time you visited your parents, far away from this city..., and Ayato.

„Darling, there is a handsome young man waiting for you in the garden. He introduced himself as your boyfriend. You didn’t tell me anything about that.”

Your mum fumbles with the hem of her shirt. She peers at you, partially shocked, maybe even slightly distrustful. Her little princess having a boyfriend? You have never kept secrets from her.

„And here I thought I could have some peace.”

You let out a frustrated sigh while putting away your laptop. Your mum pales, gawking at you with her wide eyes turning into question marks.

„He said his name was Ayato. That Kamisato Ayato.”

She adds, lowering her voice to a whisper as if saying his name out loud was some kind of gross blunder.

„What is this all about? What is this distinguished man doing in my garden? The whole Inazuma knows who he is! Should I be worried?”

You walk up to her and place a loving kiss on her creased forehead. The tension in her shoulders dissipates into thin air.

„Don’t worry about that buffoon mummy. He is just a big clown, nothing else. I will deal with him in no time.”

You hug her tightly and take a deep breath before stepping out of your house.

„I’ll make us some tea! Tell him to wait for the cookies!”

You hear her scream, and Ayato does too, standing a few meters away from the porch, looking rather miserable comparing to his always impeccable appearance.

„Hi, Baby.”

The lavender angel tries his luck, but you just snort, unimpressed.

„How did you find me?”

Ayato doesn’t like the way you are addressing him, but he will let it slide for now.

„Straight to the point, I see.”

You examine his dishevelled hair and notice barely-there bags under his eyes. You stand in silence, waiting for him to answer your question. You are not going to make it any easier for him. Ayato draws in a breath before delivering his answer as calmly as he can.

„I asked around at the university. One of your friends told me where your parents live, so I decided to give it a shot.”

You click your tongue the way he always does to show your contempt.

„Most impressive, Sir Kamisato.”

Ayato has to raise his eyebrows at that. He has never seen you this bratty. Without a warning or a good reason, you start walking in the direction of the nearby fields.

„Hey, wait.”

The periwinkle haired man calls after you, but you trudge forward, ignoring him altogether. Ayato huffs and puffs, yelling after you AGAIN but admittedly much much louder than the first time. He is not used to this type of insubordination, nor does he know how to approach it.

„Hey, I said wait!”

You are just getting further away from him and Ayato, after the initial hesitation, follows after you. At first, he walks at his usual graceful and slow pace. Alas, seeing that he can’t catch up with you, the handsome gentleman starts moving his feet faster. Trudging through mud and fields is not exactly his forte.

„What’s the purpose of this? Stop this cat and mouse nonsense! We have to talk!”

Ayato raises his voice, hearing your amused giggle. Wait a minute, are you really laughing in a situation like this? You turn around, giving him a coy look.

„Oh, what? Daddy is not in the mood for playing?”

Ayato, seeing that you stopped, takes a few hurried steps forward, turning a blind eye to that mockery in your tone. He will deal with that later; once he explains to you how badly you misjudged him and misunderstood the whole situation.

„Oh, but guess what. I couldn’t care less since you are so full of horseshit.”

The lavender angel is utterly revolted and scandalised by the vulgar language. Oh, by the Almighty Shogun, as if to rub salt to his open wounds, these foul words coming from his good girl’s pretty mouth are directed at HIM!

„Baby, I’m warning you---, ahh!”

Sad to say, the nobleman couldn’t finish his disquisition. Ayato trips and lands in the yucky sludge, staining the white slacks with dirt and grime. He attempts to lift himself from the ground, but the slippery soil is unforgiving, further dragging him down, right on his knees.

„A-Ayato, oh, Archons...,”

He kneels before you and starts laughing hollowly, which sends shivers down your spine.

„Oh, how ironic. Isn’t it? Kamisato Ayato - begging for forgiveness, crawling in the dirt.”

Ayato voices his thoughts, partially unaware of even doing so as it is safe to assume something in him broke for good. You tip-toe towards him, mostly trying to avert the maniacal gaze; but also making sure to bite your tongue so as not to enrage him further.

„Fine. Having earned your attention, I intend to say that this girl was a mistake. She was after my money and fooled around with other wealthy men while our contract was valid.”

Ayato talks, barely giving himself time to breathe.

„How foolish, right? I immediately broke our contract and moved on, as the girl wasn’t worth my time and effort. You saw her in my office then, but let me assure you, I made myself quite clear that it was all over.”

Ayato doesn’t get up from his knees once you come closer. He juts his chin up to look into your eyes, and his facial expression softens.

„Why didn’t you tell me about that? It’s ok if you have your secrets and lie to me, but I have to be this good girl? How is that fair?”

Ayato knows you are right. The guilt is apparent in his eyes.

„I didn’t lie to you, ok? I just thought it wasn’t anything important. I have never had any feelings for her.”

His cheeks dust with a pale shade of pink when he gathers up the courage to confess.

„I love you. I am scared of losing you.”

Ayato wants to take your hand into his, but he notices that he can’t. It’s covered in mud too.

„Shit, give me a break.”

He mumbles to himself, looking at the stained hands.

„Let’s get you cleaned up. You look pathetic.”

You croak out through the tightness of your throat. You take one of his hands into yours, heedless of the dirt. After the initial shock subsides Ayato reminds himself that he has the ability to speak. He is being led back to your home, hand in hand. The lavender beauty asks in confusion.

„Does it mean we are good? Am I forgiven?”

Meanwhile, you push forward, face away from his view. You wouldn’t like him to notice the tears that can’t stop welling in the corners of your eyes.

„You are on a probation period. Don’t get it twisted. Also, I demand a change in the rules of the contract.”

Ayato halts, yanking you toward his chest. His dirty hands envelop your cheeks when he pulls you in for a desperate kiss. It seems time stops at that, and all you can register is his tongue yearningly moving against yours. His hands sink lower, wander down your back, dig into your hips.

„I’ll do whatever you want.”

He whispers many other beautiful words, stealing kiss after a kiss from your sweet lips.

„Daddy must always tell the truth and cannot hide anything from his Baby.”

Ayato has his arms wrapped around your body as you are comfortably seated on your childhood bed. He holds you so close that it is nearly impossible to type on the laptop lying on your lap. Ayato nuzzles even closer, brushing his nose all over your neck.

„Ayato, are you listening?”

The half-naked man hums next to your ear. You had to take a shower as your bodies were dirty with the soil. Ayato’s white slacks dribbled with yucky brownish slop, so your mum offered to wash them for him. Upon seeing you entering the house, looking like a pair of small kids who spent the whole day rolling around in much she almost fainted. Ayato tried to assure her that it was all fine, but she kept apologising. Why did she deem it necessary to make amends to him? You have no idea. However, she did shoot you the stink-eye, to which you responded with an annoyed huff. In the end, she forced him to wear your dad’s shirt. Thus, he is sitting behind you in a shirt that is ridiculously too small on him and his underwear only. But, hey, at the very least, the pair of cutesy bear boxers managed to escape the wrath of Karma. These are your favourite, after all.

„You didn’t say - Daddy.”

The lavender angel responds grumpily, clinging to you like a touch-starved baby. It’s hard not to laugh when he sounds so adorable and needy. You break into another fit of giggles, making him groan and sulk.

„Alright, alright! Daddy, did you hear what I said?”

Ayato smiles into your neck, littering it with endless kisses.

„Of course, I did. No lies. No secrets from my Princess.”

You nod in approval, moving on to the next point.

„Baby can ask Daddy about anything, even his past, and he must always answer truthfully.”

Ayato’s fingers sneak under your t-shirt.

„Yes. My Baby deserves to know everything about me.”

He caresses your tummy, nudging into you with his hips.

„Oi, w-what are you doing?”

You shoot him a reprimanding look, but he takes advantage of the situation and claims your lips again.

„I have missed you so much. I can’t wait any longer.”

The kiss escalates into a heated make-up session, with Ayato humping into your back and moaning into your lips.

„D-Daddy, don’t, p-please.”

It is like he is possessed. The pet name flowing from your honeyed lips bamboozles his brain. It’s been too long since he last heard it. Ayato touches you everywhere, feeling your plump ass against his hard dick.

„Let me play a little with you, Baby. I promise I’ll be quick about it.”

But, lo and behold, Celestia is not on his side today, yet again delivering a strike below Ayato’s belt.

In the shape of your beloved mum barging into the room.

„Lord Kamisato, I brought you a pair of my husba---,”

These trousers that she wanted to mention fall to the ground dramatically, and her eyes become wider than saucers.

„Archons above!”

She screams, startling the shit of Ayato, who jolts back as if teased by Shogun’s electro vision. Her eyes land on the bear boxers, and Ayato yoinks the nearby pink pillow to cover his not so small problem.

„You are dating!”

Ayato, without a shade of doubt, has never been more embarrassed in his entire life. The Inazuman gentleman gapes like a fish out of water, hiding his hard dick and stained with precum underwear behind the pink pillow.

„It’s not what you think, I-I can explain.”

Ayato slurs out his unintelligent answer. How many more times will he have to ‘explain’ things to people today?

„So, you’re not dating?”

Ayato’s whole face flushes red at your mum’s confusion, which grows more hostile the longer he thinks about his answer. You are standing nearby, and let’s just say, maybe you are not too willing to interfere? It’s Lord Kamisato Ayato. Sure he can handle an inconvenience of that sort with his extraordinary diplomatic skills?

„No, I mean, yes, shh-it--, yes!!”

Wow. It’s really not his best day. Your mum crosses her arms on the chest, gaze dropping to the pink pillow. Ayato is vehemently clinging to it, his only hope and salvation.

„You must forgive me my bad manners, Mrs XX. I’m not usually like this--, ahem. Yes, I’m dating your daughter.”

Ayato straightens, careful not to drop the pillow.

„Your daughter is very important to me, and despite this awful...transgression on my part, I swear on my bloodline that my intentions towards her are very genuine and serious.”

You can’t stifle a chuckle at how awkward he is. Indeed, very genuine...

„Oh, I can see that very well, Lord Kamisato.”

Your mum quickly picks up on the humour of that situation and winks at you.

„Rest assured, all my doubts have been cleared up.”

Ayato can’t shake off the feeling that he is mocked in broad daylight. The difference is that this time he has to play along with it. He attempts a smile, but it turns sour as if he had to eat a whole lemon by himself.

„You have my utmost gratitude, Mrs XX. I won’t disappoint you.”

Your mum cracks into a grin.

„Ah, I would have forgotten.”

Uneasy, the periwinkle haired beauty sucks in a breath.

„My husband would like to meet you. Once you, erm, tackle this issue here, we are expecting you in the garden.”

She smiles, looking at how Ayato’s face grows white.

„I have some freshly baked cookies. Hope you are fond of sweets, Lord Kamisato.”

„I most certainly am. Thank you, Ma’am.”

The moment she exits the room, Ayato’s body slumps down the bed. He whines, pulling the pillow close to his chest as he balls it in his fists.

„Daddy, you did so well. I’m proud of you.”

He glances towards you, biting his lip. It’s all worth it as long as he knows that you will always be his one and only Daddy’s little girl.

„Come here, give me a kiss. I demand to get a lot of them before I venture into the lion’s den.”

Ayato pulls you in and kisses you as you keep laughing heartily in his arms.

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