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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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inazuman · 2 years

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congratulations on your job offer (terms and conditions may apply)

Content and warnings: ayato x f!reader smut, reader is fembodied and goes by she/her. dom!ayato, sub!reader, mild orgasm denial/control. you guys fuck on his office desk. ayato is possessive and can be seen as manipulative, possible yandere themes, possible dark content (just in case). semi-public sex (ayato fingers you whilst diluc is on the call, it’s just for a moment). creampie. ayato calls you darling, doll, and baby. some plot but not really, you can skip it if u want. part 1 of the mafia whore series (can be read separately, see the drabble here) Words: 5227 Networks: @treehouse-network @http-404-error-unknown @planetonet A/N: thank you for the love on my drabble. i hope this does it justice <3

Excerpt: He kneels down in his suit and all, using both thumbs to spread open your core, before pressing his tongue into your slit. He moans and you gasp and the feeling of his warm, wet muscle coursing over your core. The taste of you fills his senses, and it’s in this moment that he decides what you provide is irreplaceable. His tongue is slow at first, lazy circles all over, like he has all the time in the world. You drip for him. His tongue moves your fluids around, pressing into you and coaxing whine after whine out of your twitching core. He softly, carefully, slides his tongue over your clit, making your thighs tense as he kitten licks there. “Mm. So sensitive, darling. Have you been waiting for long?” he asks obnoxiously, not giving you a chance to reply as he continues to lather his tongue over your most sensitive places. You mewl as an attempt of a response, your high clouding your mind.

Ding ding. The bell chimes as you enter the bar.

“Bar’s not open ‘til an hour from now,” A man with red hair and eyes calls out whilst mindlessly wiping down some cups. A pretty girl needing a drink? He thinks to himself, almost considers pouring you one on the house before you speak.

“I’m not looking for a drink,” your voice is almost foreign to you in the echoey bar. You haven’t needed to be this confident in a while. “I’m looking for a job.”

“We’re not hiring.”

“I know you’re mafia.”

Diluc arches his eyebrows at you in disbelief, and then lets out a light laugh. It shocks you. In all your days scouting him, you hadn’t seen him crack a smile once.

“I don’t know what kind of movie you think we’re in, princess.” Princess. There’s no other word to call you with the way you’re acting right now, he thinks. He purposefully relaxes his body to avoid suspicion, but his guard is up.

“I’m not police or anything.” You tell him, trying to show you’re as honest as possible. “You’ve got three guys out back waiting on you. One in front of the car, two at the back door. You work under a man called Kamisato Ayato. Dawn Winery is one of the fronts for the money you roll in from weapons. And you’ve got a meeting with an exporter in a couple of days, one that you don’t like.”

He puts down the cup and rests his hands on the table, shoulders arching up. You can see how fit he is now, triceps bulging despite the relatively loose button down.

You sigh. “Look, I’m good at what I do. I can get intel, I can work the bar, whatever. I just need in with you guys. I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

You sit at the bar and tell him your story. This time, he takes a proper look at you. You’re tired, frazzled, muscles tense – like you haven’t slept in a proper bed, or you’ve been overworked. But most of all, you look lost. Even a good undercover cop can’t make up what it looks like to be out of options, running from something. For a moment, he thinks you remind him of someone. Maybe of his adopted brother, years ago. Or the other drunk people that wander in here with nowhere else to go.

His heart softens a little as he taps the countertop. You’ve obviously got some intelligence, maybe Ayato will find you something.

“Alright,” he shrugs, throwing a towel down on the counter, “give me a moment.”

There’s a click as Ayato picks up the call.

“I’ve got someone that wants to meet you,” Diluc gets straight to the point.

Ayato chuckles in the background. “A lot of people want to meet me, Diluc. What’s your point?”

Diluc sighs, exasperated. “I’ll vouch for her.”

Ayato arches his eyebrow at this, squeaking audible as he sits up straight in his chair. Diluc is not someone who is persuaded by money, or secrets, or sex.

“What did she offer you?”

“Nothing.”

“She offered you nothing? And you’re trying to get her a meeting?”

“Yes.”

There’s silence.

Ayato leans back in his chair, audible in the audio. “Alright then, bring her in.”

Diluc talks to Thoma in a low voice away from you. Thoma stands a little taller than him, or maybe he just has better posture. His bright green eyes make him look innocent, friendly – if it wasn’t for the gun at his waist. Are the gloves so that the gunpowder doesn’t get on his hands?

Thoma nods before ushering you into the building, and Diluc takes one glance at you before going back to his car. It’s a little cold, no ‘goodbye’ or ‘good luck’, but you suppose he’s got business. Thoma takes you up the elevator, speaking softly to Ayato and smiling bright at you before letting you into his office and shutting the door.

A blue-haired man in a three-piece suit sits comfortably in his executive chair. The glossy, black office desk spans the huge room. He has a beauty mark next to his mouth, yet the usually-an-imperfection only accents his angled face, framed by his hair that descends onto one side. He’s stunning, so much more than you thought he would be. You can’t help but feel a bit… out of place, in such an elegant space.

“Have a seat,” he gestures, voice smooth like silk. It’s no wonder he’s the boss, because that voice makes you obey immediately, “and tell me what you need.”

You inhale sharply. “My ex-boyfriend… he’s part of The Abyss Order. I need IDs, so that he can’t trace me, and protection.”

Ayato’s eyes widen a little in surprise, but chooses to say nothing as a way of coaxing you to say more.

“I-,” you gulp, “I’ll do anything.”

He takes the opportunity to look up and down at you, your figure, the way you sit so neatly in the chair, the length of your legs… Ayato is no stranger to taking what he wants, and this time, he just might.

“Anything?” he asks, smile sweet but deadly.

“Anything.”

Ayato rolls his chair back, bringing his fingers in a come-hither motion at you. Your legs move on their own, walking around the table to stand in front of him.

You inhale. Exhale. And then you don’t hesitate, kneeling in front of him and bringing your hands to his pants. Before you can unzip them, he catches your wrists in his hands, squeezing tight.

“As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, I’ve already decided to help you.” He looks down at you, letting go of your wrists to pat your hair, moving it away from your face. “You don’t have to do this.”

He looks so pretty above you, hair falling into his face, blue eyes with pupils blown. You fist your hands at the band of his pants to bring them down. You know you don’t have a lot of options outside of him. “I want this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you swallow. A quick and easy way to pay him back. That’s all this is, isn’t it?

Ayato obliges, already hardening in his pants as you palm him in his underwear before bringing it down too. It’s… pretty, you didn’t think dicks could be so pretty but the way the tip flushes pink when you bring your hand up and down it, it’s kind of cute. You waste little time putting it in your mouth, bringing your tongue out to place kitten licks at the head that makes him hiss through his teeth above you. You bring his member into your mouth, slowly bringing your lips up to the base.

He moves your hair out of your face, looking down at you with a smile. “You’re so pretty under me, you know that, darling?”

You moan around his member at the praise, letting your lips slide up and down. Your tongue moving in your mouth has his thighs tensing, his hands continuing to stroke your hair as he hums. He watches as the head of his member shows itself through your cheeks, making him run his finger over the outline.

“You’re pretty good at this, darling. Mmm, it makes me want to keep you for myself.” He presses your head back onto his member, letting go as you move down the head and repeating. It gives both you and him some part of control. “But I think you’d be good for the executives. Might keep them motivated. Think you’re up for that, sweet?”

You’re amazed at the way he’s able to keep a conversation, but the way he sweats and flushes pink reveals how affected he is. His eyes look down at you, both menacing and sweet at the same time. You mutter a muffled “okay” with a head nod, making him smile.

“That’s, mm, that’s a good girl. Your mouth’s real hot, baby. Bet your pussy feels even better.” He moans, tilting his head back, pretty pink lips parted. He lets himself indulge, focusing only on the sweet feeling of your mouth and tongue caressing his cock.

You pic up the pace, moving your lips up and down faster, hollowing your cheeks. He grips your hair tighter in response, and it’s now that you’re beginning to realise how vocal he is, moaning low and without restraint.

He pulls on your hair a little harshly, indicating to you as he gently removes himself from your mouth.

“You did so good, angel. Say, why don’t we change this up, hmm?” He wraps his hands just under your armpit to help you on, then abruptly turns you around and pushes your back to his desk still full of papers, your chest falling against it as he flips your skirt up.

He grins. “My, my. A pretty girl with pretty panties. I bet there’s a pretty pussy hiding behind there too.”

You look behind and squint at him and his lewd words, making him smile bigger, but your reaction changes as he presses two fingers into your slit, sliding them down to your clit. You moan in response, feeling overexposed to a man who’s fully dressed, as if a nuanced power show.

He teases you over your panties, lets his fingers press into your slit, watching as it becomes soaked, then moving them to your clit to run his nail over the sensitive bud. You pant and heave against the table, feeling your panties getting wet and sticky. He circles your clit with his nail, making you feel the precise point of his teasing.

“Look at you, ruining your panties. Did you wear this pretty lace one just for me?” He presses the pad of his finger to your clit, running it up towards your slit.

“Mm, I love the sounds you make. Don’t think I can wait any longer, darling. I have to taste this pussy while I have time. You don’t mind, do you?”

He doesn’t wait for you to respond, his breath hot over your clothed core. You mewl at him, almost want to beg him to stop teasing you, but you lose your words as his wet tongue lathes over your clothed slit. You grip the table, convincing yourself you can take his torture.

He knows exactly what he’s doing to you, chuckling softly behind you as his tongue lathers over your clothed clit, the material muffling the sensation, making you wonder how good it would feel if he would just take the damn thing off. But he wants you begging, dripping wet, desperate for him. He wants you to think about him at night, dream of him, come back for more every time. That’s how he’ll keep you with him.

You gasp above him at another long lick over your clothed clit. “P-Please,” you sputter, and Ayato smiles and gives in. He’ll ease you into the begging, the submission, he think.s

He gently pulls your panties down to your ankles and taking you stepping out of them as a sign of consent. He has never understood men that don’t enjoy this, the broken moan that the person above him elicits when he puts his tongue on them is like none other, and the taste of a sweet pussy is exactly what he craves.

He kneels down in his suit and all, using both thumbs to spread open your core, before pressing his tongue into your slit. He moans and you gasp and the feeling of his warm, wet muscle coursing over your core. The taste of you fills his senses, and it’s in this moment that he decides what you provide is irreplaceable. His tongue is slow at first, lazy circles all over, like he has all the time in the world (which you know he doesn’t). He makes space between your legs, forcing you to spread them wider. You drip for him, he can’t help but notice. Noises fill the room of his tongue moving your fluids around, pressing into you and coaxing whine after whine out of your twitching core. He softly, carefully, slides his tongue over your clit, making your thighs tense as he kitten licks there.

“Mm. So sensitive, darling. Have you been waiting for long?” he asks obnoxiously, not giving you a chance to reply as he continues to lather his tongue over your most sensitive places. You mewl as an attempt of a response, your high clouding your mind.

His tongue lathers a little faster, drawing tight circles over your clit with the tip of his tongue, then licking the flat of it over fluid that’s dripping from your slit to bring back down to your clit again. It’s heavenly, the precision of his tongue over your core is like none other, with such perfect confidence. It has you gasping, moaning with each stroke. You try to buck your hips towards him, only for him to hold you down with such strength you didn’t know was hidden beneath his clothing. His thumbs press into the sides of your lower lips, large hand splayed over your thigh, fingertips wrapping over the other side towards the fronts of your thighs.

bzz bzz

The phone vibrates on Ayato’s desk, playing a quiet marimba sound. He lifts his head up from your pussy and smiles at it, lips glistening with your arousal as his tongue licks up the remants.

“Ah, look who it is. This will just take a second, darling.”

“You’re gonna answer that?!”. You stare at him in disbelief.

He grabs the phone, motioning a quiet symbol with one finger to his lips.

“Hello, Diluc.” His index and middle fingers split to stroke at your outer lips before sliding inside of you. You hand slaps over your mouth to muffle your moans.

“How’s the meeting? Did you give her a job?”

“Ah, it’s actually still going,” his thumb presses down against your clit, watching as you struggle and squirm under him. He carefully taps it, coating it with arousal from your slit, then rubbing small circles. You arch your back, the hand not over your mouth grips the table hard.

“Oh? That’s probably the longest meeting I’ve heard you’ve been in.”

“Yeah. Well, she’s quite a handful,” Ayato laughs, his long fingers plunging in and out of you, watching as your cunt swallows his fingers, as your arousal drips out and down your legs. It’s like your own pussy doesn’t want to let him go, it makes him smile.

“Try not to give her too hard of a time, if you would.”

Ayato’s eyebrows arch. “Oh?” Ayato asks menacingly, his fingers pressing deeper into you at his displeasure, thumb pressing harder into your clit. You swallow down another moan. “Are you giving the orders now?”

“No. I just know you’re not always kind.”

There’s a silence, filled with the squelching sounds of his fingers moving in and out of your core, and your moans that you’re trying so hard to keep to yourself. You suddenly wish they would talk.

“I’ll be going now,” Ayato kneels down, bringing his tongue to your clit to lick as he fingers you, and it takes everything in you not to squeal. “You take care, Diluc.”

Beep

“My, my, darling,” Ayato’s playful voice drops an octave, bringing his face close to yours. “Looks like you’ve got not one but two mafia executives under your belt. What a smart little thing you are.”

You finally remove your hand from your mouth to inhale deeply, heaving as you moan.

“I didn’t, oh fuck, I didn’t make him do anything,” you try to tell Ayato, but he doesn’t seem interested, continuing to press on your clit until you make a broken moan, before letting to unbutton his shirt and unzip his pants.

You look behind you to see his toned chest flushed a light pink beneath his blue button down, fringe of his blue hair in his face. He sees you staring and smirks, eyes full of confidence.

“Like what you see, doll?” His belt is undone with a clank and the zipper is pulled down slowly, like he’s making a show. You flush and look away, but immediately turn back at the feeling of the head pressed against your slit.

You’re instantly reminded that it’s big, pretty pink tip that gradients downwards. Is it bigger now? It’s thick enough that you’re wondering whether you should’ve been prepped more. The head slides up and down your slit, pressing in before letting up just as your lower lips start to caress him, your arousal slowly coating the head.

“Kamisato-san…” you say to him, and Ayato can’t deny the way the honorifics make him just a little harder.

“What is it, doll?”

“You’re-,” you gulp. How are you supposed to say it? “Can we- Can we go slow? Please?”

Ayato smiles at you gently, the most gentle you’ve seen him today. It makes your heart beat fast in your chest in a way that confuses you a little. “Sure, doll. We’ll take it easy for your first time. And don’t worry,” he winks, “I’ve been tested. I’m sure a good girl like you has been too.”

He doesn’t tell you he looked up your hospital files after Diluc called, but that’s not information you need to know. He presses the head into your opening, watching intently as it enters you and the gasp you let out when it does. He slowly lets a little more enter you, pressing just a few inches in and out. You whine underneath him at the stretch, already making your head spin

“I know, baby. I know,” he coos, rubbing your back. But he can’t help but fix his gaze on the way your lower lips hold his member inside of you, how it sucks him in and makes him oh-so-hesitant for him to pull out again instead of making you take every inch as he wishes.

Who says he can’t be nice?

He presses his thumb to your clit to distract you as he sheathes himself further inside you, his head spinning from how warm your cunt is, how your walls press down on his cock. You can feel your cum dripping down your thighs, wet and sticky, yet Ayato doesn’t seem to care as bottoms out with a satisfied sigh, his balls heavy against your cunt.

“You’re so tight, mm. It’s like you’re made for me.” The tip of him brushes against your cervix that precariously balances the line between pleasure and pain, making you pant as you take him.

“You feel so fucking good, doll,” Ayato breathes, sweat dripping down his brow. He can’t help but love the visual, of the way your ass gives way to his cock, your arched back and slightly damp hair. It makes him want to keep you forever, make you loyal to him for life.

He starts to move, watching the way your wetness clings to his cock, makes it glisten with arousal, it makes him want you even more.

“Why don’t you beg for me, doll?” His voice is airy, yet still carries dominance. You wonder if it’s built into him.

“B-Beg?” you gasp, words interrupted as you feel his thrusts getting harder, faster. It has you reeling, wanting to pull away and get closer to him at the same time. Almost mind-breaking, your thighs shake, and the slap of skin is audible in the room. He brings you higher, higher.

“Yeah, baby. Beg for me to fuck you. Unless you need some incentive?” He suddenly slows down again, as quickly as he sped up, making you mewl as you try to push back, but his hands press into your hips to stop you.

“Ah, ah. What did I say, hmm?” His fingers move down to tap on your clit lightly, and you whine.

“Oh, oh gosh, please, please, Ayato. You’re- you feel- fuck.” Your mind goes blank, swimming with arousal. You squeeze around him, thinking it would convince him somehow but outside of his cock throbbing inside of you, he doesn’t react.

Ayato laughs, actually laughs behind you. “Ah, only got dick on the brain, do you? Hm? What happened, darling? You were oh so strong, telling Diluc how capable you are. Now you can’t form words?”

He’s mocking you, really. It’s embarrassing, but at the same time you can’t seem to care because he’s been teasing you for what has probably already been an hour. And he’s still playing stupid fucking games like he’s got all the time in the world, which you know he doesn’t. And it’s so frustrating but you have to play along because you need his protection and you need this-

“Kamisato-san,” you pant, your tongue feeling foreign in your mouth, like the words don’t really belong to you. “Please. I- fuck, I need this.”

“What do you need, darling?” he starts his slow thrusts again, his cock barely moving in and out of you, yet the way the tip brushes against the inside of your walls and over your cervix makes you start to see stars. “Tell me exactly.”

“Please, fuck me,” you spurt out, unable to contain yourself anymore. “I need you, need this. Need your- oh.”

It’s like a dam breaking, because Ayato doesn’t waste any time. He starts thrusting rapidly, leaving you to grab the table for dear life. You’re surprised the table doesn’t move, but you guess that’s the perks of a large marble slab.

“See, darling?” His winded voice reveals the least put-together you’ve seen him, blue fringe sticking to his forehead. “Just a little begging gets you exactly what you want. Take that as a lesson for our future ventures.”

Future ventures? You have no way to process what he’s suggesting, but you can’t seem to care as his finger rubs gentle circles on your clit. Your walls squeeze him tight, the hot friction is both too much and not enough and you want more.

Your moans break each time you’re filled fully, please please coming out of your mouth in a voice that you don’t fully recognise. His hand that’s not occupied with your clit squeezes your hips tight, fingertips pressing into your skin in a way that makes you sure it’ll bruise. You’re also sure he’s the kind of man that takes pleasure in that.

“Oh, darling,” the words are drawn out as Ayato gets closer to his peak, “this pussy, fuck, it’s mine now. You hear me?” The white ring that foams at the bottom makes Ayato’s eyes gleam dangerously, makes him possessive. He removes his hands from you only for a moment whilst he removes his shirt completely before it’s soaked with sweat further. He bends over the desk, his tall figure completely overshadowing yours.

“You’ll tell me when you’re close, won’t you?” he whispers in your ear. It has you mewling, arching your back against his chest, the skin-on-skin contact filled with sweat making it so hot. It’s irreplaceable, he’s irreplaceable. No one has ever drawn out your orgasm for so long, made you so dripping wet.

“I’m- ahh, Ayato, please, I’m- I’m close!” He interrupts your thoughts and speech with his cock and fingers, the rhythm hitting you in such a delicious way that you feel you’re teetering on the edge.

“Oh?” His voice is as menacing as ever. “And do you think you deserve to cum?”

Your eyes widen, hands gripping the table tight to keep you from your orgasm, to distract you from the way you feel like you’re about to burst.

“I-,” you don’t know what to say. What do you say to that? “I want to cum. Please? Please, Kamisato-san? Would you let me? I’ll- I’ll be good. I’ll be good, I promise.” Your voice is high pitched, begging for release.

Ayato chuckles, the vibrations of it reverberating into your own body. “Okay, baby.” He’s breathless, too, at the edge of his satisfaction. It’s calling to him, but he wants to watch you cum first.

“Go ahead, darling. Cum for me, whenever you’re ready.”

His lubricated fingers press harder, faster, onto your clit as you begin to reach your high, his thrusts slower but harder. It’s like he’s coaxing it out of you, like every movement and word was staged by him for this moment. Your mind goes blank and your thighs shake, your walls clenching around him so unbearably tight that he grits his teeth, but he holds out. He listens to the broken moan you make as you cum around him, feels the hot cum that coats his cock even further. He feels every shake of the aftershocks, every pulse your walls make as you come down. It’s a sickening torture that’s so sweet, the kind of feeling that would make anyone crazy.

He doesn’t give you time to recover and starts moving again, faster, more desperate as he uses you to reach his own high. You gasp and moan as he batters your oversensitive cunt, trying to call out to him and tell him that it’s too much, too sensitive, too hard but he doesn’t listen, completely focused on himself. This is what you’re here for, isn’t it? To please him? He grabs your hair and pulls your head back.

“I’m gonna cum, sweet. And you’re gonna be a good girl. You’re not gonna complain, you’re gonna take it. Got it?” His voice is commanding, eyes dark and filled with arousal. You gulp and nod, and he lets go, letting you fall back onto the table.

“Ohh, darling. A sweet pussy like yours just has to belong to me. Fuck, you want me to cum inside this pretty pussy, don’t you?”

The question is obviously rhetorical, because Ayato is not a man that you can bargain with, but the words are only heard by your cunt, which throbs in response.

“You say it’s too much,” his chest heaves behind you, his hands petting your hair back. “But you’re clenching around me all over again. Now you know, don’t you? That I know what you need best.”

You nod, and he smiles. The kind of smile you know has girls’ heads turning. You feel your next orgasm coming fast, unexpectedly, like the oversensitivity has you reeling.

“I-,” you know Ayato now, that you’re not allowed to do anything without his permission. “I think I’m-”

“Mm. Yeah, baby. Can feel you clenching around me. Why don’t you cum with me?”

You nod. Unable to think, unable to speak. Just taking what he gives, exactly what he wanted. He taps your clit carefully, moaning as he gets closer.

“Ohh, fuck. You’re so good, baby. Just a little more. Oh, mm. I’m gonna cum. You ready, baby?”

You feel like you’re on the precipice, waiting for his command. Your wetness spills from you, making room for his cock. You nod haphazardly, broken moans a tell-tale response.

“Good girl. Go ahead.”

His fingers grip tight around your waist, the other hand never stops tapping your clit. Your walls squeeze and clamp down so hard around him, he swears it makes him sees stars. Combined with your loud moans, the scent of your cunt, and your hot cum that covers his cock again, he can’t take it anymore. He thrusts hard, once, twice. A deep moan is elicited from his voice as he empties himself inside of you, warm spurts filling you up.

You feel like you cum for minutes, your mind completely blank, gasping against the table. When you come to, you’re dizzy, sore. You’re acutely aware of the stickiness between your thighs and the sweat still dripping down your neck as you fall limp on the table.

Ayato removes himself from you slowly, hissing at the overstimulation. He quickly closes your pussy lips with his two thumbs, then opens them again at a pace of his own choosing, watching the pearly white cum drip out of you. He swipes it from the bottom, pushing it back into you, only for more to drip out.

“Seems like I’ve filled you completely,” Ayato breathes with a satisfied smirk. He almost wants to ask you to keep it inside, wants to make sure you’ve done exactly as he’s asked when he returns home for the night.

But that’s for another time. When you’re more… settled into the mafia.

He opens the closet in his office, takes a towel to the bathroom to wet before wiping you. He’s almost gentle, making sure to wipe down all of you, your back first. He pulls you off the table and turns you around to wipe your front.

He puts the blue button down he wore in the laundry basket in the closet, only to take out another one on a hanger that’s crisp, obviously been pressed and ironed. But when you look at his eyes, all you’re met with is business. He puts on the button down and does his belt like he’s painstakingly getting dressed in the morning.

You suppose you should do the same, putting back on your underwear and covering yourself up.

Ayato sits back down in his executive chair, with you opposite his table. As if nothing had happened.

“Well, you’re hired,” Ayato smiles, clasping his hands together. “I’ll have Thoma help you pack your things and take you to a new house that’s under the mafia. Oh, and,” he pulls open his drawer, passing you a cheap touchscreen phone. “This is for me to contact you. The phone numbers of the other executives might be in there, but I’ll text them to you later anyways. It’s untraceable, the plan is through the mafia’s own network. You can use it as you like.”

He stands up, walking you to his office door and opening it for you. “I’ll see you soon,” he winks, and Thoma magically appears in front of the door with a smile.

Executives meeting. 1 hour.

That’s all the warning they got, with a few of them busy for it. But the ones in the room have various reactions to Ayato’s newest ‘reward’.

“That’s the job you gave her?” Diluc is exasperated, wondering how Ayato managed to convince a girl like you to something like this. “What the hell are you thinking?”

“Now, now, Diluc.” Ayato’s sing-song echoes in the room as Ayato claps Diluc on the back, like some sort of camaraderie. “You might say differently once you’ve had a taste-”

“I will never-,” Diluc snaps back at him, shrugging his hand off harshly.

“You sure about that?” Ayato grins. “You sure you don’t want to fuck her? Maybe it’ll loosen you up a bit.”

“You’re sick.” Diluc spits, eyes shaking with disbelief at his boss.

“Aw. I’m just honest, Diluc. I know what I want and need, and I take it. You should try and do the same sometime.” His voice drops an octave, a devilish smile on his face. “Why not start with her?”

Diluc grabs his jacket and storms out Ayato’s office, not even giving Thoma the time to open the door for him, grabbing the handle and leaving the men. He won’t be part of this, he can’t be. Sins don’t get washed off your hands if you forget about them.

Kaeya smiles at Diluc’s departure. “Thanks for looking out for us, Boss.” Kaeya’s voice has a slight rasp, the kind that leaves Ayato unable to detect his honesty. Though, a man like Kaeya would love a pretty thing, Ayato thinks. They’re similar in retched ways. “Haven’t seen her, personally, but I’m sure she’s a treat.”

Thoma gulps, and opens the door for the group to leave.

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Hiii!! I see you 👁👁 I love love what you've been writing so far!! They're so fun to read and so intricately written I justxidhsigid ❤❤

Mayhaps,, request? If you write for Ayato! If not, you can just ignore this ❤❤ when Ayato was younger, there were times he'd sneak out,, and he made a friend (reader) ! So they'd always play (sometimes with ayaka) when Ayato manages to have time, and this went on for years, reaching up to their teen years when reader says they have to leave for a bit for whatever reason, promising they'd come back.

But!! News arrived that the ship you were boarding was hit by a horrible storm and sunk :( he was devastated bc his childhood bff and long time crush probs died ,,, fast forward to the present, someone drops by their estate looking for Ayato,, and lo and behold, reader! Still alive with scars they got from the ship sinking,, just v fluff hurt/comfort hehe >:)

Have fun writing! No pressure ❤❤

eternal devotion

pairing — Ayato x gn!reader

summary — Every year, since your disappearance, on your birthday, Ayato would leave his duties as the head of the Kamisato Clan to remember you for a day. So, when you finally reunite, will you still remember each other?

tags — fluff, hurt/comfort, more emotional than me when my cookies fall on the ground accidentally, also really long and tall like xiao

notes — @maaarshieee!!!! thank you so so so much for your request!! i really hope you like it! i did my best!! i really really love your works as well!!! I'll talk more at the end!!

words — 3,5k

MASTERLIST || REQUESTS

As Ayato stepped out of the Kamisato estate alone once more, his eyes drew to the grandeur of Inazuma's landscape. The lush forests stretched out before him, their leaves rustling in the wind like whispers of secrets. The rivers that flowed through the land sparkled like diamonds, reflecting the sunlight. Ayato couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom as he ventured out into the wild, like a butterfly breaking free from its cocoon.

During one of these escapades to the city, Ayato met you, the child of a relatively wealthy family. You were out on a walk with your family when you stumbled upon Ayato and his sister, Ayaka, exploring the city. You initiated a conversation, and before you knew it, you had become friends.

Together, the three of you spent your days exploring the natural wonders of Inazuma. You climbed towering cliffs that seemed to reach the sky, told stories of the gods and goddesses who watched over the land and wandered through verdant meadows filled with wildflowers.

Kamisato Ayato was a vision of grace and poise. As he walked, his lengthy, pale blue hair flowed behind him like a stream of moonlight. His eyes, a light purple, sparkled like amethysts in the daylight. His skin was as smooth and fair as porcelain, and a small mole under the left corner of his mouth added a hint of charming imperfection. He moved with a certain elegant ease, like a dance between the wind and the leaves. His smile was warm and inviting, like a ray of sunshine on a cold winter's day. He was the embodiment of beauty and nobility, and when he looked at you, it felt like everything around you melted away, leaving only the two of you in a world of your own.

As time passed, Ayato's responsibilities as the eldest son of the Kamisato Clan and future head of the Yashiro Commission began to weigh heavily on him. Despite this, he always found time to sneak out in the dead of night just to be with you. The regret of not being able to see you as much as he wanted led him to often find himself staring at the clock, counting the minutes until he could see you again. You became inseparable, and Ayato found solace in your company as you provided a much-needed getaway from the pressures of his future position.

But, when you reached your teenage years, you were forced to leave Inazuma to visit your family in other regions of Teyvat. You promised Ayato that you would return, but fate had other plans. News reached him that the ship you were on had been preyed on by a terrible storm and sunk in an unknown place, leaving Ayato devastated, believing that his childhood best friend had perished.

Years passed, and Ayato became the head of the Kamisato Clan and the Yashiro Commissioner, but he never forgot about you. He buried his feelings deep, knowing he could never be with you again. He threw himself into his duties, dedicating himself to the people of Inazuma and ensuring that the land remained prosperous and peaceful. But every night, before he closed his eyes, he would think of you and the memories you shared. The smell of wildflowers in the meadows, the sound of the river rushing by, and the warmth of the sun on your faces. These memories were like a balm to his soul, providing a moment of respite from his duties.

He would often find himself wandering the streets of Inazuma's city, lost in thought, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. The hustle and bustle of the marketplaces, the laughter of children playing in the streets, and the smell of fresh bread baking in the ovens. These were the same streets you had explored together as children, and they reminded him of the person he used to be, the person he was before the responsibilities of leading a clan consumed him.

But even as he dedicated himself to the people of his country, he never forgot about you. He searched for any information about the ship that had sunk, hoping against hope that you had somehow survived. He sent out search parties, but they all returned with nothing but disappointment. As the years passed, he came to accept that you were gone and that he would never see you again.

He built a life for himself, one filled with duty and responsibility, but there was always a part of him that was missing. A part that could never be filled by anything or anyone else. He knew that he would always carry a piece of you with him, and that piece would be a reminder of the love he had lost. But even though you were gone, you were still a part of him, and he would always hold you close to his heart.

He had tried to move on, but, like a seed that's trying to grow in rocky soil, he had never been able to let go of the memory of you. In the back of his mind, a voice constantly reminded him you were no longer by his side.

Every year, on the day of your birthday, Ayato would leave his duties as the head of the Kamisato Clan and the Yashiro Commissioner. He would make his way to the same areas and fields where you had once shared laughter and joy while feeling a profound ache in his chest. He would sit by the river, watching the water flow like his memories, remembering your happiness. He would visit the forest, where you had told each other stories of the gods and goddesses that protected the land. The tall trees seemed like a silent witness to the bond you had created, feeling the weight of your absence with each step he took. He always ended that day in the place where it all ended. His memory never let go of the exact words you spoke to him, the promise you had made to return as soon as you could so you could be with each other again, the garments you were wearing, how your beauty turned even the most beautiful star into a blur in the background. He would stand there, lost in memories, feeling the emptiness of your loss, holding on to the hope that you would return to him one day, but knowing deep down that it was unlikely.

Ayaka had watched her brother's heartbreak unfold every time since you were pronounced dead with everyone else inside the ship. She had seen the facade of perfection that Ayato constantly kept slipping away on that day, and there was nothing she could do but stand by and comfort him when it became too much for her to bear. Somehow, Ayato could never let go of you. Like a bird that had lost its wings, he felt lost, alone, and incomplete. He would often sit in silence, staring at the night sky, searching for the star that represented you, the one that would guide him back to you.

One day, an unexpected visitor came to the Kamisato Estate. The guards, used to the usual faces that frequented the estate, were taken aback by the appearance of a stranger at their doorstep. The person, who introduced themselves as [Name], was searching for the head of the Yashiro Commission with a sense of urgency in their voice as if the matters they had to discuss were of life and death importance.

The guard who stood at the door was skeptical of the stranger's claims, unsure of who they were and what business they had with the head of the Kamisato Clan. He couldn't shake off the uneasiness that crept up his spine as he asked Thoma to notify the Head of the Kamisato Clan of the visitor's arrival. The response he received was nothing short of a surprise, as the head of the Kamisato Clan wished to see this person immediately.

And so, as you walked through the gardens, memories of your childhood flooded back to you. They were still as lush and vibrant as you remembered, the flowers still as fragrant and beautiful as they had been all those years ago. Your heart ached with longing as you remembered all the days you had spent here, laughing and playing with the Kamisato siblings.

The closer you got to the door to Ayato's study, the more your nerves began to get a hold of you. Your hands were shaking, and your stomach was in knots. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but it was no use. You were about to see the person who had been your best friend, your confidant since childhood.

Thoma announced your arrival after the guard opened the door, and you stepped inside. The room was well-lit thanks to the orange hues of the afternoon sun. Ayato sat at his desk with his head bent over a stack of papers. He looked up as you entered, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes as he stood up from his seat and walked to the middle of the room before stopping in his tracks. He then dismissed the guard and housekeeper and asked them to leave the room, leaving you alone with him.

As the heavy door closed behind you, the room was enveloped in the thick silence, as if the air was holding its breath. The light filtering through the window caught the dust particles in the air, making them dance like fireflies in the day's end's glow. The rich wood of Ayato's desk seemed to shine in the warm light, and the delicate irises on his windowsill seemed to come to life.

You couldn't take your eyes off of him. He stood tall, his eyes fixed on you, taking in every detail of your appearance. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and your mind was racing with everything you wanted to say to him, but as you looked at him, you realized that words were not enough. The emotions you had kept hidden for so long were threatening to spill over, and you couldn't shake the fear that he might not recognize you, that he might not remember you after all this time. But you recalled those light purple windows to his soul that still held the same warmth and kindness that you had fallen in love with so many years ago.

You couldn't help but notice the way his tailored attire seemed to hug his frame, accentuating the strength he had gained from years of sword practice. His every move was calculated and controlled, but you could see the emotions swirling beneath the surface.

As he gazed into your eyes, the longing and love he felt for you stirred within him like a tempestuous storm. His chest felt heavy, and his throat constricted with the weight of unsaid words. He wanted to pour out his heart to you, to express the depth of his love and the extent of his eagerness to touch you, but the words refused to come. Instead, he stood there, silent and motionless, lost in you, conveying everything he couldn't put into words with a single, yearning gaze.

He took a step toward you, and it felt like time slowed down. You could see the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his hands twitched as if he was struggling to contain himself. And then, he was in front of you, and the world seemed to fade away.

He reached out and took your hand, intertwining your fingers together, and you felt the warmth of his touch spread through your body. The tears you had been holding back spilled down your cheeks, and you couldn't help but let out a soft sob. He pulled you into his arms and held you tightly, and you felt like you were finally home.

His scent, the sound of his heartbeat, the feel of his arms around you - it was all too much. You clung to him, tears streaming down your face. You could feel his cries dampening your hair.

As the two of you stood there, the world around you seemed to fade away. The elegant office of the Yashiro Commissioner, with its expensive furnishings and décor, was nothing but a distant memory. The past and the future didn't matter at that moment, all that mattered was that the two of you were finally together again, and nothing would ever be able to tear you apart.

Ayato's grip on you tightened as he whispered your name, his voice choked with emotion.

The light filtered through the window, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the two of you as if the gods themselves were blessing your reunion. As the tears dried on both of your faces, you looked up at him, and he looked down at you. The love in his eyes was undeniable. You leaned in to kiss him and it was as if all that was left in the universe was you and the one you loved.

It was a kiss filled with all the yearning, passion, and pain that you had both kept storming inside for so many years, a kiss that sealed the promise of a lifetime together, a kiss that marked the start of a new chapter in your lives, one that was the answer to all the prayers and wishes you had ever made.

Slowly, you pulled away, taking another moment to stare at each other's faces as if you couldn't get enough of them. With tears glistening in his eyes, he reached out to touch your face, his fingers tracing the contours of your cheeks and jawline as if memorizing every inch of your front. His thumb brushed away a tear that had escaped down your cheek, and his eyes met yours in a gaze so intense it felt like it could set the world on fire. He held you like the most precious and delicate bird, "I never thought the day would come when I'd see you again. The thought of you never left my mind, even for a moment." he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.

As Ayato pulled you into another hug, the quiet room was bathed with the echoes of your breathing. The sound of his heart beating against his chest was a soothing lullaby, the rhythm steady and strong, a reminder that you were finally back in the safety of his arms. The familiar scent of his clothes enveloped you, a mixture of earthy spices and the brittle freshness of the outdoors, a comforting reminder of the past.

You began to tell Ayato your story, while he listened intently, taking in every word, every detail. His heart raced as you spoke of being swept away by the storm that had hit Inazuma all those years ago. He could feel the suffering and despair in your trembling voice, and it broke his heart to think of the struggles you faced.

With each word you spoke, the vivid memories of the storm that had hit Inazuma all those years ago came back to torment you, the trauma still fresh in your mind. You remembered the deafening roar of the winds as they battered the ship, the feeling of being lifted off your feet, and the cold envelop of the ocean as you were swept away. The next thing you knew, you were waking up on a distant shore, the waves lapping at your feet and the sand gritty between your toes. You were alone, and everyone else from the ship was nowhere to be found.

You described how you had stumbled upon a kind fisherman who had also taken your parents in. His small cottage was nestled on the edge of the beach, and the smell of saltwater and fish filled the air. He had been your savior, nursing you back to health with the help of his wife, who had provided you with a warm bed and a hot meal. He had even provided you with his boat, so you could journey to the closest place to your relatives.

You explained how you had heard the news that everyone had survived the shipwreck, but no one knew where they were or how to return home, scattered across multiple small islands in the middle of the ocean. The fisherman had helped you navigate the treacherous waters and eventually brought you to a nearby village, where you had sent word to your relatives about your survival. However, it seemed that the Kamisato estate had not received the news yet.

When you finished your story, tears streamed down his face as he muttered apologies, tears of sorrow for the pain you had endured, and tears of joy that you were back in his arms.

His head hung low with his expression filled with regret. The light coming from the windows cast shadows on his face, highlighting the lines of concern etched deep into his skin. He couldn't bring himself to look at you, consumed by the thought that he should have been there to protect you, to keep you safe from the storm that had taken you away.

You reached out, your hand gently lifting his chin until his eyes met yours again. "It's not your fault," you whispered, your voice soft and soothing. "You couldn't have known what would happen."

The warmth of your touch seemed to break through the shame that had consumed him, and he let out a deep sigh, the tension in his shoulders releasing. He looked at you, taking in the sight of you, so close and yet so far. It was as if he was seeing you for the first time, the memories of the past flooding back in an overwhelming wave. He closed the distance between you with one more kiss.

As Ayato's lips met yours, your fears seemed to vanish. The sun had just begun to set, casting a golden light over the Kamisato estate. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze, and the distant chirping of crickets. At that moment, it was just the two of you, lost in each other's embrace.

His arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his heart beating in sync with yours, and it was like the two of you had always been meant to be together. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands between them. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your face as he deepened the kiss, and you knew that you never wanted to let go.

The two of you stood there, lost in the moment, for what felt like an eternity. The kiss was filled with all the love, longing, and longing that had been building up for years. The love that had been there since the day you first met. You could feel the tears streaming down your face as you finally let go of the pain and sadness that had been a part of you for so long.

When the kiss came to an end, Ayato pulled back, looking into your eyes with tenderness. He whispered to you, his breath sending shivers down your skin "My heart has been yours since the day we met, [Name], and my love for you has only grown stronger over the years. I cannot bear the thought of being separated from you again."

You promised him that you would stay by his side for the rest of your life, and you meant it with every fiber of your being.

Long after the moon rose, Ayato led you to a spot on the estate with a small pond surrounded by trees and bushes, and the water was so clear that you could see the fish swimming below. You sat down on the wooden deck, and Ayato sat beside you.

The two of you sat there for hours, talking and laughing, and it was as if no time had passed at all. He told you about everything that had happened while you were away, and you could see the dedication in his eyes to keep Inazuma even better than when you left.

As the night began to come to an end, Ayato turned to you and took your hand in his. He looked into your eyes and promised to love and protect you for the rest of his days. He swore that he would never let anything come between the two of you again and that he would spend the rest of his days making up for the time you had lost.

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WOW this was LONG LONG, i really wasn't expecting to write this much, so i really hope everyone enjoyed it, especially maaarshiee!!!

you really have no idea how much time this took, i literally didn't do anything else today LOL so I'm REALLY hoping this is a masterpiece of the century jkjk, but i think this could've been much better, there's a lot to improve, but i hope you enjoyed it anyway!

i'll be honest, i was never the biggest fan of ayato, but, you know, writing this made me feel a little something i might start reading some more ff about him

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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐀 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓! (𝐏𝐭. 𝟏)

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘦𝘯, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶; 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭.

: ̗̀➛𝙏𝘼𝙂𝙎: 𝘼𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙤! 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝘼𝙡𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙢! 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙆𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙝𝙖! 𝙁𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧. 𝙎𝙁𝙒. 𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝘼𝙐.

: ̗̀➛ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ: ᴀʟʜᴀɪᴛʜᴀᴍ, ᴀʏᴀᴛᴏ, & ᴋᴀᴢᴜʜᴀ,

: ̗̀➛ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɴᴇ. ɪ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴘᴏʀᴛʏ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇꜱ!

ᴘᴛ 2 ʜᴇʀᴇ:

🧊𝙁𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙍𝙀𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎, 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝘿𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘿.

❃𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨

Although his calm demeanor made him stand out and his reserved manners, it was likely expected that the soon-to-be head of the Kamisato Clan join the fencing club.

He came from a family that were natural prodigies of this sport, it is no wonder he also is a prodigy of this sport.

Of course, he naturally intimidated his co-fencers and opponents

He is filthy rich, he'd definitely buy those top brands for fencing. Won't even let you all know that he customized his own.

He told you his schedule for his practices and HE expects you there. For real.

Discipline isn't new for Ayato, it is practiced among his family however it seems that he is quite distracted whenever he sees you. It was ridiculous that he just relied on his peripheral vision to assure to himself that you're still there.

There you are, his precious doll. Your mere presence can make this man wish he wasn't in practice.

A pang of excitement hitting him.

Ah yes, the sweat sigh of realizing that he actually would gaze at you back and smiling. He would scold himself by heaving a sigh, did you really have to be that attractive? even from afar?

Upon realizing that you're actually gazing at him, he would compose himself and that is enough to scare his co-fencers and murmur "Oh shit, he's really serious."

After his practices he would take a short bath and fix himself up before actually presenting himself to you. Ah yes, very expected.

"𝘚𝘢𝘺, 𝘠/𝘕, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵?" 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.

"𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥."

𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥. "𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦." 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳. "𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵."

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. "𝘋𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳."

⚜𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌

Now this fellow right here was one of the those people that shocked the school that he actually joined the fencing club.

He was one of the few that wouldn't even hesitate to say "No" immediately.

A few others would doubt his skills but you and his co-fencers would beg to differ.

He did somehow said he was merely a 'feeble scholar' so that just adds up.

He's good looking and he knows it. He was sharp and swift, matches his energy. That's just so hot.

During Wednesdays and Fridays, the training hall for fencers were occupied with a number of those girls willing to watch him.

It annoyed him at some point whenever the girls screamed. He didn't know how much attention he got not until you pointed it out. He had his headphones for a reason.

"That was unnecessary." He would tell himself.

He didn't need the validation. He knew it to himself that he was good but there's just something about the need of him to confirm that you were indeed looking at him. That you were attentive of him.

He needs your gaze-- not just gaze but your whole attention. He didn't say it tho, it was unnecessary to address it because it seems like you already complied to his little selfishness without noticing.

Would choose a side during practices so you'd see his front and not his back. To also check on you.

During breaks he would personally come at your seat. He's probably the type to ask you to open the bottle and let him drink by holding the bottle.

"You have classes or you skipped class?" Would be his first question.

He wouldn't say it but it fires him up to see his girl watch him. He'd gaze at you and would raise brow and scoff.

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘔𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘭, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.

𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘈𝘭𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦."

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥. "𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦?" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘢𝘳.

"𝘏𝘮," 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦. "𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩," 𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳.

⚘𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

Just like Ayato, he came from a family of prodigies so it's natural for him to join the fencing club.

Two days before his practice he'd invite you to watch him and offered to take you out on an ice cream date afterwards.

Minutes before his practice he'd already look at the entrance to check whether you're coming or not.

And you did and he immediately ran up to you. He is that excited to see you.

"So good to see you, princess." or "Hello, baby. It's so nice to see you. How was your class?"

Unlike his co-fencers, his moves were swift yet fluid like. That was already a distinction considering he came from a family who wielded their swords with dignity and discipline at the same time.

He might appear cool and calm as the breeze of the wind but he has his fiery ambition and with a strike, he is sure to win.

Kazuha was the type to give you small smiles every time he looks at your way. He's always been like that, that genuinely look of his made you fall for him more.

He would either smile or wave his hand gently or look at you for a while before winking.

After practices he would be asking you to have the promised ice cream date. He'd probably blush a bit by how you tell him about your observations during his practices

"𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦, 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘱𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴.

"𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵," 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦."

𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥. "𝘚𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺?"

"𝘐'𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮."

"𝘏𝘮𝘮, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺? 𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘶𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱."

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬. 𝘈𝘩, 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩.

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ꜰɪᴄ ʙʟᴏɢ. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀ ᴊᴊᴋ ꜰᴏᴄᴜꜱᴇᴅ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ, ɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ�� ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴏᴀᴅᴇɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍꜱ! ɪ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ɢᴇɴꜱʜɪɴ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴜᴘ! (ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴏɴ ꜱᴜɴᴅᴀʏ, ɢᴍᴛ +8)

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scaranoiia · 2 years

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MORE THAN A FEELING.

pairing: kamisato ayato x fem!reader

genre: fluff, light angst, suggestive, could be anxiety inducing

word count: 1,941

cw/tw: reader is referred to as a woman and has breasts, reader is a commoner compared to ayato, established hidden relationship, domestic!ayato, lots of petnames, slight bullying, ayato gets taken advantage of

“Just one kiss won’t hurt, Mr. Kamisato.” — reader ventures out in the night to find her lover after he failed to return home early from a business event.

Dating Ayato had its downfalls. As if being in a secret relationship wasn’t hard enough, you were stuck on the sidelines always watching him court other women to fancy dinner events and meetings when needed. You knew you weren’t enough in the high-class men’s eyes to court Ayato yourself, and maybe that’s why he never bothered to ask you. It’s as if you were a nobody compared to him and his business partners. But he never treated you as someone less than he was. Just the others did. And when he came home at nightfall, you were safe in his arms, wrapped in his comforting sheets, listening to the crashing of the waves outside of the estate.

However, this particular night was different. Ayato had gone out to an event and promised to return as early as he could. Yet it was nearing eleven o’clock and he was nowhere to be seen yet. You had wandered outside multiple times within the past hour to check down the trails, but there was still no sight of him anywhere. Growing worried, you had asked a few of the guards around. Nothing though. The better decision would’ve been to head inside and wait another hour or so, but other plans had come to mind when you felt like something was wrong.

You found yourself in Chinju Forest, then your home, Konda Village, and you began to grow tired. Walking to the city wasn’t a good idea at night, especially with no one to protect yourself. But you needed to find Ayato. You needed to know he was okay.

You were a short way from Komore Teahouse, hoping to find Thoma there to see if he knew anything about your partner’s whereabouts. Except, it was eleven at night. Thoma was no doubt asleep. There was no way you could disturb him at this time. And so you kept wandering farther into the city.

There was total silence. The vendors and shops were all closed up for the night. There was no one there to talk to, no one to ask questions to, no one to help you find your way around, no one to help you find your Ayato. And now you were lost. You were fucking lost. In the middle of a city with only the moon to light your way.

If you passed the bridge, there’d be guards there. Maybe you could speak to one of them. But they didn’t know. They didn’t know about your relationship with the commissioner and they wouldn’t believe you if you were to tell them either. You were beginning to grow hopeless. Why did you venture out here? How could you have been so stupid?

Sudden talking made you snap your head towards the bridge. You rushed there. It surely sounded like Ayato’s voice, but you couldn’t be sure until you got closer. When you passed over the bridge and continued walking up the steps, your heart stopped once you reached the top.

Ayato was there. But he was hand-in-hand with some woman and she was looking at him rather too fondly for your liking. You noticed other businessmen and women around, and you also took notice of Ayato’s guards. The thought of being safe with his guards vanished when you heard the woman next to Ayato speak.

“Just one kiss won’t hurt, Mr. Kamisato.”

“I must be getting home now. It is late. I have someone waiting for me there,” he replies to her. He removes his hand from her grasp a bit harshly and she visibly steps back before reaching up to put a hand against his chest. Your eyebrows furrowed immediately. What was she going to do?

A loud gasp slips past your lips when she tries leaning in to kiss him and both of their heads, along with the other businessmen and guards, snap their heads towards you. When Ayato’s eyes lock with your tear-filled ones, his expression falls sullen.

“My love-,” he takes a step forward and the woman next to him sneers before grabbing onto his arm.

“Love? You cannot possibly be in love with a commoner, Mr. Kamisato. Look at her,” she chuckles rudely and Ayato’s eyes darken as he rips his arm away from her.

“Keep your hands off of me. Guards!” He calls out. And the woman is being dragged away while sputtering about you and Ayato. You gulp loudly as all eyes are on you now, even more than before. Ayato steps forward, but you’re frozen.

“Mr. Kamisato, this is rather a big surprise,” a tall man with perfectly styled hair gently grabs his shoulder.

“A surprise that is quite frankly none of your business, Mr. Fukuda. Now, if you all will excuse us,” Ayato steps forward to grab your hand before guiding you down the stairs. You feel ashamed. And so, so embarrassed. Angry too. How dare that woman try to kiss him after he refused her offer? You were growing more and more upset as Ayato tightened his grip on your hand and kept walking. Your body was trailing behind him with each big step he was taking and you could hear his guards behind you trying to catch up to you both. You knew you messed up by going there tonight, but if you hadn’t shown up and caused a scene, would she have kissed him? Would he have pushed her away? You were stuck, upset even. The thought of him being taken advantage of all because he’s of high wealth had crushed your heart. You wondered if this had happened before.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he says softly. Your eyes flicker up to his face and you just stare for a little bit. “That was the third time I’ve been stuck with her. She certainly doesn’t take any sort of refusal for an answer,” he huffs and kicks a small stone as you continue walking.

“Has she done that before?” You ask quietly.

“Done what before?”

“Tried to kiss you?”

You dreaded his answer. Why did you even ask this question?

“She’s gotten close. The last time I had to court her, she almost kissed my cheek when we were sitting at the conference table. I stood up and excused myself to leave just in time,” he says.

“Oh,” a quiet, almost pathetic, chuckle sounds past your lips, “I understand.”

“You’re upset,” he says lowly, his eyes looking into yours for a brief moment.

“What gave it away? The tears or can you just feel it?” You say bitterly.

“My love,” he says softly, “I have never let another woman touch me in the ways you do. I will never allow that to happen. I stand by that.”

“I believe you, Ayato. It’s just the thought of someone taking advantage of you like that really hurts me,” your voice cracks, but you remember to pull yourself together because his guards are right behind you both.

“Well, we won’t have to worry about that anymore. We’ll be courting each other properly from here on out,” he says firmly, his hand giving yours a gentle squeeze. That last sentence alone is enough to make your throat close up.

“Mr. Kamisato, you surely need to think about this-,”

Ayato stops in his tracks and turns around to face his guards, specifically the one who spoke. “I feel I’ve done enough thinking recently, Mr. Nomura. My decision is final. If someone apart of the commission dare to say something about me doing what is right, there will be consequences. That’s final. Now, we’re almost to Chinju forest. You all may back down for tonight. I’ll be bringing her back to the estate with me and an announcement will be made tomorrow, be expecting it.”

“Yes, Mr. Kamisato.” All five guards bow to him before turning to bow to you. You notice Ayato smirk before he straightens his face and turns back to continue walking with you.

When you get to the estate, Ayato guides you to his bedroom immediately. You stand still, watching him, your mind and heart racing so quickly that you think they’ll explode any minute. When you attempt to collect your thoughts, you step closer to him.

“You didn’t think to ask me how I felt before saying that to your guards?” You ask when he sits down at his desk.

“Our guards,” he corrects you.

“Ayato, baby, I- I don’t know if I’m ready for our relationship to go public. Surely there’s going to talk around the island about me, about us, and-”

“And I will simply execute anyone who dares speak ill of you, my love.”

“It’s not that simple! Word is most definitely going to reach Lady Kokomi all the way in Watatsumi Island, so you know everyone will be talking about us.”

“Why, does that bother you? I have islanders talking about me day and night, year-round,” he argues.

“I haven’t ever experienced that. I wasn’t bred into wealth like you were. I’m just a commoner, Ayato,” you say defeatedly.

“You are not just a commoner. You are mine, [Name]. And I promised to protect you with my life from day one and I will do so. I understand that you’re nervous and scared, but you will be with me more often, I will protect you. My guards will always be there to protect you. I promise,” he takes your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs soothingly over your knuckles as your eyes grow teary, “my love, I couldn’t bare to live with myself if I let someone hurt you.”

“Okay,” you say quietly, your eyes looking into his before he holds your hips and pulls you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and sniffle.

“I will take tomorrow off so we can have the day together and then make the announcement the day after, alright?” He says softly. You nod before he gently wipes a fallen tear off the apple of your cheek.

“I love you,” you tell him.

“I love you too, precious. Now, let’s get ready for bed, yeah?” His hands give your hips a gentle squeeze before they’re moving up to pull at the ribbon securing your robe. When he pulls your robe apart, you drop your arms to your sides so he can let your robe fall to the floor. His fingers undo the fastening of your shorts and they’re soon joining your robe. “Turn for me, love.”

You do so and then feel his fingers wrap around the clips of your bra, and he’s sliding the straps down your arms seconds later. He stands up behind you and his arms wrap around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. A soft kiss is placed on your jaw and you smile fondly before turning around in his arms.

“Your turn, master,” you say softly before giggling.

“Don’t excite me,” he chuckles. You giggle again and reach to push his jacket off, setting it on his chair behind him before untying the ribbons on his vest. He helps you remove his vest and then his robe and gloves. Your fingers swiftly unbutton his slacks and you unzip the zipper before kneeling to pull them down his legs. Your eyes focus on getting his feet out of the leg holes and then you look up at him, your hands find themselves resting on his thighs before you cheekily slide your fingertips underneath his boxers.

“Are you looking to start something, love?” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you nibble on your lip.

“It has been a while,” you say quietly.

“Let’s get to bed then."

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pineappleandcake · 2 years

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ayato is probably one of the most scariest yanderes out there.

but the concept of yandere ayato taking advantage of maid reader makes my mind go wild. just hear me out.

you were looking for a job in inazuma and you found out that being a maid in the kamisato estate paid well. you were interviewed by thoma and woohoo you got the job!

you have seen ayaka around the estate but you both have never once spoken because there was really no need too. as for ayato, well you have never even seen him at all.

you never really cared or gave it too much thought after all. you were just trying to do your job and get your paycheck. you mostly kept to yourself and you never really spoke to anyone else.

but one day you were sweeping the floor when ayato had approached you and the both of you began striking up a conversation. he found you really endearing.

for instance, the way you looked uncomfortable while talking to him didn't go unnoticed by him. you were awkwardly just staring at the ground and you didn't dare make eye contact with him.

but imagine to your surprise when you start to see more of him everyday. for example, sometimes he would have you deliver tea to his office.

sometimes he would even randomly play with your hair. twirling it while your just standing there wondering "what the fuck is happening".

of course you didn't even care to question it. you were just a lowly servant with no right to question anything. it was quite literally your job as a maid for the kamisato estate.

but at the same time, you can't help but feel rather uncomfortable.

like the way he stares at you with his eyes full of obsession and lust.

you couldn't help but feel quite unsettled. but never the less even if you did say something about it; ayato would outright deny it and make you look like a fool.

obviously you didn't say anything about it and you just carried on with your life.

but ayato on the other hand would have a pretty hard time trying to restrain himself from bending you over his desk and shoving his cock into you.

but none the less, ayato knows he has to wait for the right moment.

he can't have you running away from him now can he?

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heartsiez · 2 years

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JEALOUSY.

⌗ ayato, thoma, ??? and f!reader

⌗ angst and plot twist

— ayato

he’s always so busy with work that you are only able to see him two days a week and that’s usually only at night.

you understand but you can’t help and feel selfish, wanting him and his attention all to yourself. so that’s why you have a plan to get what you want.

with a lot if persuasion and bribing, you were able to get thoma to help you out. the plan was simple; just hang out a lot and do the stuff with him you always did with ayato.

when ayato was finally back in inazuma your plan had began. you and thoma were waiting in an alleyway anticipating for ayato to walk near. when you finally saw him you dragged thoma out by the hand and acted casual.

you made sure to almost shout, just so your lover could hear you speak to thoma. “so, what shall we do today?” you asked him.

ayato overheard and saw you two together, he frowned at the sight. you two only hung out when ayato was around, never alone. though, it didn’t matter, ayato started making his way over to you two which you noticed nudging thomas shoulder.

“hm, i don’t know my lady.. maybe we should get boba?” thoma said giving a sweet smile to you which you nodded. ayato stopped in his tracks, only he calls you that. why is thoma calling you such an endearment? and boba? you hate boba, why would you get it with him?

“here’s the stall, i’ll pay for us.” you said getting mora out of your pocket which thoma held your wrist down. “there’s no need! i’ll pay for us.” he smiled.

“really? you’re such a gentleman…” you said hanging off of thomas shoulder. he could feel ayatos burning glare in the back of his head because he started shaking you off instantly with a nervous laugh. “an— anything for you my lady! you totally owe me a big one for this…” he said whispering the last bit making you laugh a bit.

ayato just watched from afar with jealousy and anger bubbling up inside him. how badly he just wanted to confront you guys, but he had pride, so he wouldn’t dare.

you noticed how he was about to just walk away making your reflexes take over you. you turned thoma around swiftly so his back was faced towards ayato and you brought his face right up to yours, covering his mouth with your hand and pressing your lips against it to make it look like you two kissed.

ayato froze when he saw what just happened. his heart dropped and he could feel his face fall, if he was holding anything it would’ve dropped to the ground. his fists clenched and he ran off instantly, only feeling betrayal and heartbreak.

you instantly pushed him away afterwards realising what you did. thoma stared at you anxiously. “uhh, you know we’re meant to make him jealous, not make it look like you’re cheating…”

“oh my fucking god what did i just do? he’s gonna think i kissed you!” you angrily whispering at him. thoma wasn’t even paying attention, he was totally getting fired…

when you saw ayato walk off, you instantly pushed thoma away from you running after him. thoma was quick to run with you and hopefully help explain what happened to ayato. you were able to catch up with him at the centre of ritou. you shouted out his name and ayato stopped in his tracks, his hands loosening. “what?” he mustered out, venom dripping from his tone.

“it’s— it’s not what you think…” you tried catching your breath as you bent down, holding you knees. thoma finally made his way to the sight just quick enough to agree. “what y/n said, my lord…” he panted out.

ayato gave a mocking laugh, turning his head to look at you two with back still faced to you. “what do you mean by y/n? don’t you mean ‘my lady?’” he quoted from earlier.

“no he doesn’t. look please just let me explain, love. it’s not what you think at all.” you tried putting your hand on his shoulder but he flicked it off. ayato finally turned around looking down at you two. sighing to himself. “explain, it better be good.”

“well you were always busy with work so-”

“so you went off to thoma because i was never there?” he glared. n— no my lord. please just let them explain.” you felt so guilty dragging thoma into this mess but you had to shake the thought from your head as you continued,

“... so i came up with a plan that would make you finally pay attention to me rather than work, it was to make you jealous. thoma and i were just meant to do stuff you and i did but when i saw it wasn’t working, i turned thoma to me and made it look like we kissed. which we didn’t! i covered his mouth with my hand and kissed that.” thoma nodded, refusing to look at you in case that somehow raised suspicion.

ayatos eyes darkened as he turned away. “you think i would believe that? how pathetic.” you stood there confused, giving a weird look to him. “what do you mean? i promise it’s the truth, i wouldn’t do that to you. i love you.” you went to grab his hand but he brought it to his chest and crossed his arms instead.

“do you seriously think i didn’t see the pictures?” ayatos voice sent shivers down your spine. “what? pardon? what pictures?” you looked confused. “oh don’t act stupid. i saw the pictures of you and thoma hanging out and kissing while i was away for work. i didn't believe them, of course, but with what happened just then i seriously don't know anymore." your eyes widened and you backed away from him, what the hell did he mean? you and thoma did none of the sort.

“what are you on? me and thoma barely spoke while you were gone.”

“is that true? then explain these.” spoke ayato turning around, handing pictures to the two of you. thomas heart dropped as his eyes widened. you just looked at them and scoffed. “do you honestly believe these are real? i would never cheat on you.”

“right.” he snatched the pictures back from you and put them in his coat pocket. “just please, stop lying. it already hurts me enough that the person i love is cheating on me.” ayato whispered, trying hard to not let his voice break.

“ayato, can’t you see it? these pictures are obviously edited. someone’s trying to set me and thoma up.” your boyfriends eyes squinted as he looked at you weirdly. “why would someone do that? and who would do that?” he gave a laugh.

“we would.” said a familiar voice.

⌗ woop woop, no part two i’m so sorry

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n0tamused · 2 years

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arranged marriage fics w ayato got me in a chokehold.. theyre initially a bit cold to each other but something happens and they slowly warm up… and i extra love when the wife is a clever, snarky woman too do ya mind writing this one

• Rocky beginnings

A/n: Hey anon, I can definitely do that :) Arranged marriage is one of my favorite tropes too, I will have to admit. On another note, this would be my first time writing Ayato on here, so I so hope it's satisfactory and not too out of character. Enjoy!

Content: drabble, a little bit of suggestive words, still SFW, f/reader.

Words: 1.098

What once was a bitter seed of their marriage blossomed into a sweet tree bearing fruit of honey and sugar. Ayato was a stranger to the sensation, never expecting himself to warm up to his wife, as adverse as that was.

However queer this was, he could not help but gravitate towards it, not refusing it. Little by little, he grew fond of this new entity in his home. It's a miracle such a fragile seed survived all their harshness. His wife would seldom spend quality time with him, and when she did it was to appease the public or the family. It was all out of obligation, Ayato knew. He always felt a specific kind of disappointment, seeing how his marriage was compared to the one of his late parents. How sad too. He always wanted a marriage like theirs, yet the future didn't look any better.

The start of their relationship was clear. Something so rocky cannot be forgotten, it can only be overshadowed by these newer experiences. When did their marriage start to take turns for the better; when did they start sleeping in the same room; when did they start being with each other for other reasons than obligation? Neither of them could pinpoint the exact moment or time.

And now when she smiles at him through closed eyes and the cup pressed to her lip, he knew some droll thought had shone its light to her mind. “What is it?” he questioned immediately, turning to face her with his hand placing his own cup down.

“You'd like to see me in a silk kimono” - she drawled, eyes narrowed and reminiscent of that of a kitsune roaming the wilderness around the Estate. For a moment he thought he was too harsh to say which clothing would suit her for the occasion. The answer wasn't something he really expected, and it did not sate his curiosity in the slightest. But instead of calling her out, being straight forward like anyone else, he grabs hold of his love by the arm gingerly, drawing her attention away from her drink and to his face.

“I would love to see you in such silk garments..” - he leans into her ear, one hand cupped so no one else around could hear, even if they were alone. “.. so I could tear it off you” - he finished, his azure eyes watching her own as the realization of his words sunk in. A light of something mischievous and undefined glimmered behind her irises and when their gazes met again, he knew his little jest barely did anything to place him in a higher position. Oh, how he was not used to this shift in control. She wasn't one of his retainers, he will have to be reminded again and again.

“Should you tear my silk kimono..” she started, eyes sharp and fixed on him, her hand that discarded her cup on the table sliding up his side despite the danger of Ayato's retainers walking in and witnessing this rather inappropriate exchange.

“..I will blacken your eye..” she finished with a curl of her lips, smirking at her love who felt just as mischievous, but at a loss for proper words to bite back. Her hand suddenly disappeared, and he found himself missing the touch, as foreign as it still was. Her body stepped away, looking over the rest of the foods they came to try, to pick the most appropriate ones for the upcoming anniversary, one of their own wedding.

“We have enough time to see who will last longer. But I warn you, you will find no easy game with me” - Ayato cautioned as he clutched two pairs of hashi, handing one to her once they sat down.

“Good. I loathe a dull challenge - if you can even call it that when it comes to you. But I should remind you, my father will not like it if he finds me bored in this place. You ought to be at your best behavior once he arrives” - (Y/n) told Ayato, placing one hand to her chin in thought of which dish to sample first. She had to make sure to avoid any dishes that may cause harm, or to which some of their known guests may be allergic to, their taste came first to her own. Thoma was kind enough to make a vast assortment of all kinds of dishes - sweet and savory and everything in between.

Ayato scoffs, placing a clean cloth across his lap and giving her a nearly scornful look, only the ghost smirk on his lips betrays each intention of that edged look. “As if I treat you with anything less of respect, '' he pointed out.

His eyes widened in the slightest as she picked a mini onigiri and offered it to him. When he goes to bite it, the treat is moved out of his reach and directly into her mouth. She chomps thoughtfully, holding eye contact with her husband whose mouth hangs agape like a fish plucked from water.

“Close your mouth, it's not appropriate to gawk at someone like that” Her finger pushes his jaw shut, the motion in its nature is gentle, but it mocks him and teases him. Once more, Ayato is at a loss, for both words and rational thought. "Oh- Don't make that face. Here, it's no joke this time” And as she promises, she feeds him one of the delicious Onigiri, not surprising considering who the chef was.

“Mm..It will be difficult to decide which dishes to pick, hm? All of these are packed with enough flavor and are in no way too heavy on the gut” - Ayato commented once he swallowed, taking a look at the other dishes, recognizing all of them from times before, only few were unfamiliar, and he was sure those were safe to consume. Thoma wasn't the one to spice food too much. “You can feel free to disregard me from making a choice here, as I will fare well with all of these. I'm not picky. Thoma made these according to our tastes, whether he wants to admit it or not”

“A difficult task. But I will not allow you to slip away so easily. You will stay here, with me” - His wife's voice stopped him before he could even place his hashi down, earning a curious look from those tender, ocean eyes.

Ayato looks at her, trying to gauge out any signs that she was jesting once more, but after he finds none, he simply sighs and nods. “As my lady wishes” Ayato smiles, picking his chopsticks up and grabbing another piece of a savory dish, offering it to her.

#ayato x reader #ayato kamisato #kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #-Inazuma #Ayato x you #ayato x female reader #female reader #arranged marriage #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact drabble #n0tamused.writes #n0tamused.drabble #thoma the best cook

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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vampire ayato and maybe ajax? that would be super duper spicy to see them craving for their s/o’s blood

- 🎀

Vampires can indeed be very spicy when they're feral for your blood.

Pairing: Ayato Kamisato, Childe x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, fluff, blood drinking, thigh biting, clit stimulation, biting as an aphrodisiac

A/N: Thinking about vampires is getting me back on my DiaLovers kick.

VAMPIRE!AYATO

Ayato will avoid drinking your blood if he can help it. He's got plenty in the ways of supplying himself with it due to his family standing. Drawn to your blood he can locate you anywhere at any time. If you offer him your blood of your own accord he is hesitant, he's tasted it before and found it very hard to stop once he's tasted it. When Ayato bites into your neck he makes sure he floods your body with as much aphrodisiac as your human body can take to make the process less painful for you.

It might be his fault because of so much aphrodisiac but you bite him back, trying to muffle your moaning and keep your body still against his. Too late, he's already starting to get hard for you, the taste of you, the scent of your blood, of your arousal. Yeah he is definitely at fault here. Well then, it would only be right that Ayato assumes responsibility for get getting you into such a aroused state. Keeps his fangs on your neck the while time, biting a new spot every time he thrusts his cock into you, adding to how sensitive you are, how much you want him, you're as drunk on the pleasure he gives you as he is on your blood.

"I only meant to do this to avoid hurting you my darling. It seems like I overestimated your body and now you're, well, making a mess on my lap. Look at this, so wet, mmm, such a sweet scent. Lay on your back, show me your neck, let me see where else I can bite. Lets see how long you can last with my fangs and my cock inside you at the same time."

VAMPIRE!CHILDE

If Childe wants to drink your blood he will drink a lot of it, almost until you pass out. Because of that he tries to drink on only when he really needs it, for example when he needs to heal his injuries after a mission. Another reason is because it gets him really horny when he tastes you and he knows that you can't keep up with his wild vampire stamina. Your blood is as much of an aphrodisiac to Childe as his bite is to you, which ends up feeding this circle of lust for the both of you until you eventually pass out from it.

When he does bite you he actually prefers your thighs as opposed to your neck, its softer and he gets more of a reaction from there, plus its closer to your pussy, which in his option tastes just as good. If he plans to eat you out he will do that first before drinking your blood, teasing you, writing his name on your clit with his tongue to get you rolling your hips against him more. Childe is a big tease with his bites, lightly dragging his fangs against your sensitive skin before slowly sinking his fangs into your flesh, his mouth kissing you while drinks his fill of you little by little.

"I should make you come before I drink from you. It's cute how you think you can keep up with me just because you did a little training. No, no, no, it will be a long time before you're even close to lasting a few rounds with me. Besides don't you like it when I do this little trick with my tongue. A-J-A-X. Right on your pretty little clit."

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angelicizedeve · 2 years

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ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ "𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬'𝗦 𝗚𝗢𝗧 𝗔 𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨 !" ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

synopsis: high school crush headcanons <;33

featuring: ayato & childe (seperately) x gn! reader

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

✰ childe was undoubtedly popular. he’s one of the best players on the football and basketball team, so it’s not uncommon for there to be plenty of girls up in the stands cheering loudly for him.

✰ he doesn’t care though, because every single game, the only person he looks for is you.

✰ childe’s a social guy, so he talks to almost anyone and everyone in school. so when he starts making conversation with you one day, you don’t think anything of it. until he keeps talking to you each day, and playfully flirts with you.

“[name], your hair looks great today.”

“complain all you want, but i know that you just love our conversations, you simply can’t get enough of me!”

✰ you just took it as his normal attitude, he probably is saying the same thing to five other people, right?

wrong.

✰ this boy continues to tease you every single day, until it eventually just becomes part of your daily routine. and if he expects you to just “take it”? well, he’d be wrong, because you tease him right back:

“*sigh*, you’re just obsessed with talking to me, aren’t you? if i didn't know any better, i’d say you have a little crush on me.” you one day said with a slight smirk. childe froze. “ahah, well…” he turned to face you, blush blooming on his face, “then you’d be right.”

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

✰ ayato was a very respectable person in your school. he was loved by all teachers, participated well in class, got good grades, a big part of the student council, etc…

✰ many people were intimidated by him, because i mean, who wouldn’t be? even you had to admit that he was quite daunting. but you knew you’d have to overcome this irrational little fear, because you joined the student council.

✰ it was surprising that you had gotten in, considering that many other classmates of yours had applied to the open spot. (little did you know, behind the scenes, ayato was continuously talking you up so that the other members would vote for you to be accepted into the council!)

✰ there were some things that you needed to learn, such as what work you’d need to complete; and so, ayato was assigned to mentor you.

✰ you tried to remember that you were the same age and in the same grade, but it was hard when he spoke and acted so formally.

“i just feel so stupid when i mess something up around him!” you complained one day, covering your face with your hands. yae miko, another member in the council who you were loosely friends with, smirked. “well, actually, i was supposed to mentor you, as i’ve been in the student council longer than ayato.” you whipped around to look at her.

“so why didn’t you?!”

“because, he insisted on doing it himself. and besides, i find it amusing to see him flustered.”

you raised an eyebrow. “what is that supposed to mean?”

yae smiled once more at you. “oh [name], you can’t tell me you’re so naive that you don’t know when someone has a liking for you?”

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astrequa · 2 years

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— Injuries !

Their s/o come back from a harmless commission injured!

୨୧: Ayato, Childe, DIluc, Xiao, Tighnari, Alhaitham (/w gn! reader)

A/notes. This originally come out as a scenario if my crush notices me injured while on camping but ehe suddenly Alhaitham appears in my mind and ykkk :)

I can never be serious when I'm in this situation. There either me laughing or joking abt it :'^ [ I feel like this is very self-included ]

#. KAMISATO AYATO : Cypressus Custos

I feel like Ayato is the type of won't let you go commission alone. There will always someone by your side, either Thoma, Ayaka, Sayu or anyone who have his trust. So when the sight of you injured enter the estate without anyone beside you, he'll panicked. Called out nearest maiden to come and help him bandage you up, even if it's only a cut. He doesn't like it.

"I told you! You shouldn't go alone" *Que name's laugh* "This isn't funny [Name]. You know I hate to see you in this state" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I promise I won't go alone next time"

This man won't believe you, that's all. Ground you for a week and the next upcoming commission, you'll see him joining you.

#. TARTAGLIA : Monocerus Caeli

Now, Childe. Yes he do come home with many scars and bruises from those countless battle he made but when it's about you getting injured, he's not very happy about it. He's a big brother who will protect his siblings and family with his whole life so seeing you injured hurts him in deep inside. He may sometimes over-react it but in a reasonable way. He's a harbinger himself of course there are enemies out there try to bring him down. He worried that's it. What if one day you eventually gone forever?

"So you're telling me you got this... uhm- hurt while on commission?" "Would you believe me if I tell you I fall down a cliff while trying to pick up a qixing flower?

Childe: . . . why? [Name]: Mora.

If you seriously do commission for mora, he doesn't know how to talk to you anymore. He rich why bother doing it for mora?

#. DILUC RAGNVINDR : Noctua

First give you proper treatment to your injuries and then lecture you. Diluc is a busy man on both daylight and midnight. He usually make some time to accompany you for missions when there's fighting involving.

"You should inform me the next time you're going into this kind of commission" "I never know you're interested on following me collect some dandelion seeds but sure"

No comment on this man

#. XIAO : Alatus Nemeseos

Xiao was kind enough to offer you his help, just called his name and he's there ready to help you. The moment you step in the wangshu inn and go meet xiao at the top with those bandage on your hands, he's upset. Questioning you why you didn't called him to help you.

"I don't understand you mortal when you have the offer of adepti and refuses to use it" "Sometimes it's better to not inform you, you know? I bring traveler along side me don't worry"

Xiao trust you in traveler hands but sometimes it's better for him to tag alone.

#. TIGHNARI : Vulpes Zerda

Tighnari trust you that you capable of handle things by yourself but seriously if you came back home with these many bruises from a literally harmless commission, he lose faith in you being a forest ranger like him. Smack your head from being too reckless and lecture you about it.

"Your commission is not even related with forest and you still managed to injured yourself, how?" "I slipped down the stairs" "Use your eyes next time you walk, you're not a baby anymore!"

Tighnari gives me Asian mom vibes but do I have the position to complain?

#. ALHAITHAM

This man probably didn't care much less about you. Even as much I love him, he just give me a tired bf energy that can't match your energy. For first time relationship yes he do show some genuinely concerned about your injuries but after weeks and month seeing you injured like it's daily routine for you to get hurt, he's tired. Might as well scold you for being reckless during battles and while doing commissions.

". . ." "Look. The Hilichurl had better aiming ok" "I sometimes wonder why I fall in love with you"

One day If I successfully shift to genshin, first thing I'll do is running to Sumeru, find this man and touch his abs + hair. Then force him into marriage. Repeat the steps with Cyno, Dottore and Childe.

Tagging. @strawberryswirlss, @kaedzuma

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inazuman · 2 years

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take it easy, baby. you'll cum soon enough. (it's a lie).

kinktober day 1: orgasm control and denial

Content and warnings: ayato x f!reader smut. reader is fembodied and goes by she/her. dom!ayato, sub!reader, major orgasm denial and control. toys, possible semi-public sex (you're aroused in public for a moment), oral (f receiving), slight cumplay, some plot but not really. pet names: ayato calls you good girl, darling, etc. you're so obedient to ayato. part of my kinktober 2022. Words: 2476 Networks: @treehouse-network @http-404-error-unknown @planetonet

When you let Ayato slip a vibrator into your slick cunt this morning, saying he just wanted to “play with you throughout the day”, you didn’t think he’d be so cruel.

As you go about your various paperwork, your training, he turns it on in the worst of moments. When you’re speaking to Ayaka about future Inazuma projects and the soft vibrations in your underwear start up, suddenly the project you were so passionate about takes a backseat and you excuse yourself. Ayato smirks as your face flushes with arousal and you retreat to your chambers, trying to focus on some quiet work instead. The words blur together as the vibrations kick up, and you become hyperaware of how thin the walls are in this area. You bite your lip to keep your moans down.

You thought maybe getting a breather outside might help, so you go outside and laid down at the edge of the Kamisato estate, breaths coming short and heavy, chest rising and falling as the slick between your leg collects.

Ayato follows you in the darkness slowly. You should be grateful he allowed you to wear underwear today. He wants nothing more right now than to be able to watch the way your slick drips down your legs in public, but he'll settle for how turned on you look lying on the wood in a forgotten corner of the estate. How your legs clench together and your hands wander to your thighs, almost to between your legs before pulling back due to your hyperawareness of being in public in the day. Workers could come clean or stroll at any second, and yet you're lying here looking like a wanton slut? It must really be getting to you.

Ayato is cruel, but he thinks he's being lenient. He doesn't turn it off once, but he does turn it down a little to allow you to go back to work.

When he finally comes into his room to see you, he has you on all fours as he plays with you.

"I have to see Thoma tonight for some drinks,” he tells you, voice even as if he’s not two fingers deep into your cunt, vibrator left on the bed. You, on the other hand, are moaning wantonly, having been pent up for so long. His fingers arch perfectly inside of you, thumb pressing oh-so-close to your clit whilst carefully ignoring it. Your walls squeeze his fingers, panting. Your hands grip the sheets hard. What was he saying?

His breath ghosts over your ear. “You’ll have to be a good girl until I get back. Do you think you can do that?”

You nod enthusiastically, gasping when Ayato’s thumb grazes your clit. “Yes! Yes, sir. I’ll be good.”

He smirks. “Good, then you won’t cum until I get back.”

You whine as he lets go of you, moving your butt closer to him as if it’ll tempt him. Don’t you know better? He licks his fingers to taste you, then you hear him walk to the bathroom to wash his hands. You slump onto the bed.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” He walks back out and takes the forgotten vibrator and presses it into your cunt. You mewl at the oversensitivity, hands grasping the sheets as he slides it back into you, the other end nestling perfectly above your clit.

“There we go. You can touch yourself, but you can’t remove the vibrator, and you can’t cum. I’ll know if you do, but you know that, don’t you?” His gentle voice almost makes you believe he’s not torturing you, and with that he kisses you goodbye.

Only minutes after he leaves, the vibrations start again. Your back arches, thighs clenching together when you remember – you can’t cum.

You force your legs open, as if that would slow you down. Your hands that were inching towards your breasts are plastered to the bed. You’re not allowed to cum. You’re not allowed to cum. You repeat it in your head like a mantra, willing yourself to relax your body.

How long will he be? Drinks with Thoma, is that what he said? Would that be about an hour? Would he leave you like this for an hour?

The vibrations stop, and your body immediately relaxes, jelly legs shaking as you drift off to sleep.

Ayato leans against his bedroom door, palming himself for some relief. He tortures you, it makes him hard, it tortures him just a little. But he knows it tortures you more.

How long will you hold out? If you cum, he’ll punish you. Maybe he’ll make you go for a week instead of just a day, while you make him cum everyday. Will you cry? You’ll definitely beg him.

The thoughts have him reeling. He rushes to his office bathroom, splashes cold water over his face. He’s got drinks with Thoma, someone from the commission will probably want to talk too. He’s got to focus on business, and on torturing you.

He presses the remote in his pocket. What a nifty little gadget.

Ayato gives you 15 minutes of reprieve. You dream of kisses down your neck, thumbs over your nipples, a tongue over your clit. You moan as you start to wake up, gasping in your sleep-wake state, thighs pressing together subconsciously. When you blink the sleep away, you remember. Oh fuck, how long have the vibrations been going whilst you were asleep?

You throw your head back, sweat sticking your hair to your forehead. How much longer?

Maybe you should try some cold water. Your legs shake as you try to get off the bed, stumbling to the bathroom. You see yourself in the mirror, face flushed with arousal and pupils dilated, hands holding you up against the sink. You try to push the throbbing of your cunt to the back of your mind, splashing your face and body with cold water.

The cold feels good, but you’re hyperaware of the droplets over your sensitive skin, the way they trail down your back, some down your chest… Fuck. Where is he?

You stumble back to bed. At least the vibration on your clit is much gentler than the one inside of you. is that his mercy?

You’re hot, so hot. Maybe you should drink some water? You grasp the cup on the side table with both hands, the droplets falling down your chin. You can’t even drink water properly.

The vibrations stop. You exhale, breathing hard. You collapse again.

One hour. Ayato’s a nice guy, isn’t he? He gave you one whole hour of sleep.

Except after that, he left the vibrator on for thirty minutes.

It’s torture. You’re so close to the edge you can taste it. But it’s almost like he’s there in the room with you, because the moment you get way too close, the vibrations slow. And then they start up again, up and down and back up.

You don’t know anything. You don’t think. Your head is so fogged up that every time you try, the words get scrambled in your head. Your slick drips out of you, down the sides and on your inner thighs, down to your ass. Did you leak a little on the bedsheets in your sleep? Your clit is thrumming under the gentle vibrations, your legs are so tired from tensing.

Is anyone home? Did anyone walk pass? You can’t stop the sounds from falling out of your mouth, can’t comprehend them before you vocalize them.

The door clicks open, and Ayato smiles. You’re exactly where he wants you.

Completely dumbed out, nothing in your brain, incomprehensible babbles from your mouth, thighs still shaking. He knows you can see and hear him, but you can’t even greet him. Your hands clench the fitter so tight he sees the whites of your knuckles. Have you been like this for long? He hopes you have.

“Hi love, I’m home,” he chuckles, finally turning the vibrator off. Your body relaxes, heart beating in your chest rapidly.

He spreads your legs carefully, and whistles low at what he finds. You’re soaked, it’s a miracle the toy still works with how much of your slick coats all over it. Your thighs glisten with your juices and sweat.

He kneels down between your legs, and just when you had a small thought that maybe, you might have some reprieve, he licks your inner thighs where your slick has dripped down.

You gasp at the touch of his tongue. Of course he would continue to tease you once he came back. He laps at your inner thigh, licks all the way up until-

He stops just short of your core.

It’s maddening, he chuckles as you try to move your hips towards his mouth, pressing you back down onto the bed. In truth, he wants to leave you like this. Wants you like this every morning and every night, wanting for nothing but him, waiting for no one but him.

He does the same to the other thigh, making sure to lap up any of your fluids. He hasn’t removed the toy from you yet, likes to watch your fluids drip down from it like a leaking water tap.

“Do you want to come?” he asks gently, voice husky and low.

“Yes! Yes, please. Oh, sir. Please.”

Good to know you hadn’t forgotten your manners. He rewards you for that, removes the toy from you slowly so as not to stimulate you too much. It comes out with a plop, discarded somewhere for his safe keeping.

His fingers stroke gently at your entrance, and you try your damn hardest not to move in hopes that he’ll reward you. He plays with your cum there, watches as the liquid sticks to his fingers.

“Mm, darling. I think I’m going to tease you just a little more. But I’ll reward you generously after. What do you say?”

“Oh-oh-okay. Okay.”

“Yeah? You can’t come no matter where I touch until I say. You really think you’re okay with that?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m okay. I’m okay.” All you know is that you have to obey him, you need to. Your mind knows nothing else but his orders.

He loves listening to you babble, voice breathless. He smiles, discarding his outerwear and bringing his mouth onto your nipple.

You arch your back into him, mewling loudly as he suckles there, your hands squeezing his shoulders tight. He loves you, he really does. Loves how you’ll endure 15 hours of torture just for him, how you’re so sensitive, especially after he’s riled you up. He trails a finger gently up and down your inner thigh, knowing you feel every gentle touch.

You feel like you’ve gone crazy, pulling on Ayato’s shirt, dripping down your cunt. He moves to the other nipple, not leaving the abandoned one alone, fingers pinching it. Such a small gesture, and yet it drives you wild.

You know better than to ask, you know better than to beg. You endure, and let him indulge. And he does, he indulges in every sound, every gasp and moan, every twitch of your body that gives way to him.

You can’t believe he still has it in him to tease, because he lays kisses down each inch of your stomach as he moves down towards your core. He opens your legs wide, like he’s taking his time to set a table for a meal. He opens your pussy lightly with his thumbs, watching as more slick pours out of you.

“Mm, darling. Think I’m gonna take my time. You just sit there and look pretty, mmkay?”

You nod, and his tongue starts at the bottom of your cunt, immediately making you lurch into him. He’s strong, holding your uncontrollable urges back as he laps slowly up from the bottom all the way to just shy of your clit. He does it again and again, letting your slick pour onto his tongue and swallowing it.

He’s rewarding you, he’s definitely fucking rewarding you and it feels so good and so torturous at the same time.

He wants more, wants to see how far he can take it, how far you’ll break. He takes the tip of his tongue and very precisely circles it right around your clit, and your thighs squeeze so tight you feel like you’re going to collapse. You can feel your heart in your chest at every tease, every light movement.

You almost scream when his tongue grazes over your clit oh-so-gently, your mouth open in a silent scream. He places a kiss over it before finally finally flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He’s definitely enjoying himself as he’s laughing underneath you, watching the tears roll down your cheeks. He’s the one in control, he’s the one that controls whether and when you cum, and he’s the one that has kept you on the edge for fifteen hours. He revels in that knowledge, pushing his tongue over your clit again and again knowing that you’re trying so hard to keep from cumming.

Just a little more. Just a little more. The mantra repeats over and over in your head as you dangle over the edge of your orgasm, the only thought in your brain is the way Ayato’s tongue dances over your clit. He smiles again, before letting up with a smile.

“You’ve been so good, you know that, baby?” You barely hear him over your beating hard, over your moans and the way you grip the sheets. But you whine in reply anyways.

“I think,” he kisses your clit between words, “you deserve… to come.

“Okay, baby. You can come whenever you’re ready.” He finally gives in to your shaking, trembling body. And all of a sudden, the thighs you were trying so hard to get to relax are allowed to tense up, threatening to close against his head. You arch your back, head thrown back, thighs shaking as you grip tight on the sheets. Ayato presses his tongue into your clit more forcefully, rolling and sucking again and again until all your muscles tense and the band lets go and you release, all over his tongue, your mouth open in a silent scream. It’s like a dream, the intensity wracks through your body, like flood gates opening up as you drown him in your fluids. He laps it up happily, sucking it out of you through your aftershocks.

Your world is nothing, until it’s just both your breathing, and his tongue still working your core, but gently. As soon as you start to feel it, the oversensitivity of your rough muscle against your raw cunt, you grab his hair.

“A-Ayato, it’s- oh- it’s too much!”

Ayato chuckles, removing his mouth temporarily.

“You’ve been such a good girl. Let me reward you more.”

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chibierako · 1 year

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Husband Ayato

Summary: You have the most healthiest marrige in inazuma with kamisato ayato being your husband

Husband Ayato, who is so much in love you He would give you the World if you asked him to because he is that much in love with you

Husband Ayato who wants no begs for you to sit on his lap it's to represent your love for eachother. Wehn there is a meeting, paperwork even in your freetime's. (or something how the hell should I know want nobles do these days) You two could never get enough eachother.

Husband Ayato who gives you everything you want, you want to have his attantion you have it, you want eat lunch with him he eats with you etc etc

One time wenn you two were taking a walk together in inazuma city someone called you a golddiger and husband Ayato stopt as soon as he heard those words and turned around to see who in the hell called his fiance a golddiger and soon as he laid eyes on that person his gaze darkend as if he could kill that person they were luckily you wehre here because if not he would beat the shit out of that person if they were a man of course ( I don't know what he would to a women)

Husband Ayato who only wants to eat your cooking I mean he thinks it just taste so much better than thoma's cooking(poor boy kann we get f in the chat) if your tired or don't have the time then he would eat thoma's cooking though he would'nt like it that much.

If you think husband Ayato is clingy then yes, yes he is . You can't blaue him though can you he loves you so much he just needs to hold you kiss you hug you etc... you guys made a daily schedule like hugging time kissing etc... (this is so cringe and I do that with my girlfriend)

Husband Ayato who is never rough with you if you guys make love but only if you ask him to this man will shower you with so much praise so much love until you know that he is nothing without you

Aftercare is a big must or He will just feel bad that he couldn't take care of you. He will give you everything you want a bat on it, a glass of water on it, some food on it.

What do we learn from this, that you are kamisato ayato's air is heart

Hope you enjoyed this bye bye now

#ayato x reader #ayato fluff #genshin x male reader #ayato x male reader #ayato x female reader #ayato x gn!reader

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05aaphrodite · 1 year

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╭──────༺♡༻──────╮

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: childe x reader, ayato x reader

𝕋𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖: anything for mora (Part II)

𝕋𝕎𝕤/ℂ𝕎𝕤: character death,obsession,stalking

𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘐𝘯𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘮𝘢, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦.

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Read the previous part: Part I

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This is what I really wanted, a rich man who respects your boundaries and isn't bordeline creepy when you stare at a stranger for 5 seconds straight.

When morning teas became frequent with the commissioner, the more I learn about him and his traumatic past, I symphatized with him as the older sibling shouldering most responsibilities at a young age, never knew I would have so much in common with someone who comes from a noble family, least wise I can be proud of it this time.

Making the first move felt as easy as falling off a log but wording it is laborious, thankfully he's able to pick up what I mean.

“I accept your heartwarming confession, my dear maid.”

He gives me everything: flowers,jewelries,foods, and clothes. My heart savored every moment spent with him, it's like a invigorating feeling after getting out of a toxic relationship, unlike the harbinger, I'm able to breath more around Ayato.

Although I've been happy with him the past few weeks, I try to bury the unforgettable memories I had when I was still with the harbinger, the flashbacks followed me throughout my healing journey, it still haunts me even to my pleasant resting nights.

I decided to open up to the commissioner about it, putting the words required a lot of willpower but it felt nice venting those “I see, he's your former lover from Liyue right?”

I nodded “He was extremely abusive and controlling towards me, the main reason I moved to inazuma.”

His eyes symphatized with me, I immediately felt safe under his gaze, my instincts softens whenever I approach Ayato “Don't worry, I'll ensure your safety at all cost, just rely on me and you'll be fine.” He gave me a warm smile before pulling me into a hug, I let my body loose while stuck in his homely arms, communicating about your feelings isn't so bad at all.

Days has passed and my life is going smoothly as usual, today I bought ingredients from shimura’s to prepare a hotpot session for the kamisato siblings and Thoma, the inazuman cuisines feels new to try after eating liyue cuisines for years, if I have the time I could try learning mondstadt cuisines as well. Before heading to komore teahouse, I stop by a food vendor to purchase two dango milks, the last time I tried it's sweet and creamy, needless to say I'll thank Thoma for introducing me to dango milk.

In the corner of my eye, I caught a familiar ginger haired man who seems to be looking for something, my eyes widened upon realizing who it was.

I saw him giving orders to the fatui before they scattered seperately, I knew at the moment he was looking for my whereabouts. I told Tomoki to keep the change before storming off somewhere, I lowered my head to be unseen by the fatui, I should've took Kazuha’s advice with me…

I ran to Komore teahouse then touched the door open before closing it in a heartbeat, Thoma and the others looked at me dazed

“Why are you in such a hurry?” The fixer raised his brow, I panted in exhaustion then made my way to pull Ayato into a hug, he didn't question me as he brushed my locks gently “He's here…”

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

ꜰʟᴀꜱʜʙᴀᴄᴋꜱ⋆·˚ ༘ *

“Do I know you?” The girl shunned me before looking through the pages of her book “If you want divination from me, then you must respect my name by learning it wholly.” I chuckled acidly.

“Oh great astrologist Mona Megistus, how does 500 mora sound for you?” she perked up for a minute but immediately cleared her throat “W-well.. First things first I'll have to perform a divination on you, your mien seems off putting.” she conjured my constellation by divination, the astrologist looked at me warily.

“And why's a harbinger coming to me for divination?” Mona raised her guards up while gripping her fists “I'm just here to look for my missing lover, I have no bad intentions.” I lift my hands up in a friendly manner, still she remained her guards up as she sighed in dismay “So, what's her name?”

“Y/n L/n, you may have heard from her before, she's the most well known adventurer from adventures guild in liyue.” Mona performed her divination again then searched clues about her location.

“She's currently in… inazuma.. huh..”

So that bastard did took her there… whatever at least I got the information I need. Before she ask any further, I throw the bag of 500 mora to her before leaving in a hurry.

“So uhh, how do I tell him she has a new boyfriend?”

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

After explaining the whole situation to Thoma and Ayaka, they immediately got worried then prepared their weapons incase the fatui found out about this place, I told them they shouldn't worry about it that much and just let the hotpot challenge continue considering the amount of trust I have to the commissioner.

“It's tofu,fish fillet, and mint.” Thoma answered, I prop my chin up “You're almost correct, I also added slime condensate.” Adventuring with Sayu earned me the idea of adding a slime condensate to the hotpot game, I was a bit reluctant but thankfully it tasted pleasant.

Those moments of fun was soon interrupted when a guard informed us that the fatui are near, Ayato told me to hide behind the folding screen from the stage, I hid behind the screen before they came in for investigation.

I held my breath in when the fatui got in, the commissioner stood up as the fatui agent went up to him for my whereabouts “Do you happen to run into some h/c girl who goes into the name of Y/n L/n?” one of the agents inquired, Ayato remained poker faced “It does not ring any bells.” I let out a quiet sigh of relief “Are you sure?” the ginger haired crossed his arms, I swallowed a gulp upon hearing that devilish tone again after living in inazuma for months, it's like relieving the daunting memories we had…

“Yes, and you're stepping into a personal teahouse of mine and I'd like you to leave this instant.” Ayato narrowed his eyes, the fatui could only stare in shame before leaving the teahouse, I got off the screen then wrapped my arm around the commissioner real quick “Let's keep our guards up for now.”

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Childe stared at the teahouse waringly after stepping out, he knew something was up with that guy “Sir, I swore that I saw a familiar h/c running this way!” The fatui agent pointed at the teahouse “You're right, I'll take care of this on my own, you're free to leave.”

“Sir?” The agent cocked an eyebrow “Now.”

And with that, his henchmen leave as the harbinger ponder about a plan, he hid behind a tree just near komore teahouse, the audible laughs were sending him off, how could she have fun without him? And worse, with another guy too! “Just you wait, commissioner.” He stormed off somewhere.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

I enjoyed my time with the kamisato siblings and Thoma, they made me feel safe even after knowing my ex was around somewhere in Inazuma, I wore a mask to conceal my identity while heading home with the others. And when I thought we were safe from his gaze, he stood there leaning against a tree when we reached chinju forest, Ayato squeezed my hands trying to reassure me, the ginger haired went closer in displeasure “You think I won't recognize you under that mask? You betrayed me by being intimate with another man.” he grip his fists.

“I ended things between us, don't tell me what to do.” I clinged to the blue haired beside, his gaze only deepened at the sight, the tension went heavy as Ayato drag me behind him “Let's settle things between us, Thoma and Ayaka, escort her home.” The gentleness in his demeanor changed when Childe pulled his sword out, I turned to him with concern “Don't worry about me dear, let me shoulder this.” He sent me a reassuring smile before giving a kiss on my forehead, I could feel my ex’s gaze hardening “Will you be okay big brother?” Ayaka took my shoulder to her, both of us laced with concern, the commissioner could only nod with a smile, she turn her attention to me with an indication to go with her “Since I’m a little nice today, I'll let you off this time.” Tartaglia shot me a one last look before I head off to Kamisato estate.

ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ⋆·˚ ༘ *

Two men wielded their sword casting each other heavy glares, the harbinger has been waiting for this perfect moment to perform another bloodshed on someone from inazuma, his duel with the samurai before satisfied him to an extent “You better think twice than to steal my love.”

It's clearly one sided as Ayato can see thus pushing his threatening words aside “I'm honored to be in this dueling field with you, harbinger.” the air grew heavier with the ginger haired smirking in response “The feeling’s mutual, commissioner.”

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴋᴀᴍɪꜱᴀᴛᴏ ᴇꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ⋆·˚ ༘ *

The thought of him being lifeless in Childe’s hands shakes me to the core, my mind kept racing about today’s events, I guess it's true that he tracks my every movement and that he's always watching me from afar. The sheer thought of their duel made me quiver under the covers Ayaka gave, I know I can't do anything in a situation like this but what about Ayato? No ones checking up for him, it's like they're leaving him to die with that crazy maniac!

“It is my duty to keep you safe, as requested by my older brother.” She shook her head unfortunately when I pleaded to go to the dueling ground, I understand her intentions of keeping me safe but isn't it unfair? They have no idea how Childe the 11th fatui harbinger is capable of, Ayato is strong enough but can he take the battle maniac himself down to the pits of hell? I gaze on the haunting moonlight from above , right now I could only depend on the archons for now.

.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.

“What's the matter? Got all drained up?” As his hydro infused sword pierced through the stomach; gushing blood dripped from Ayato’s mouth choking on the sharp sword pressed on his organs firmly, the ginger haired grinned in victory pulling his sword out as the commissioner’s body fell limp, Ayato’s surroundings went into a haze making his body crash into the grass floor. The harbinger only showed a menancing smile turning to the glimpse of Kamisato estate behind the tall blue brush leaves of aralia trees, taking him down is nothing but a piece of cake “Your sword technique is quite smooth and swift, but I got a little disappointed that I pushed myself too far, sorry about that.” He chuckled swinging his sword to; shaking the commissioner’s blood on the steel to the ground, and now the last objective.

Horror struck their face upon seeing crimson blood on his clothes and sword, a smile crept on him flicking his gaze to the girl behind the commissioner’s sister, the guards laid flat on the ground as the atmosphere grew tense each second “Your brother is such a dedicated man, I understand why he took interest in my darling, though he made a grave mistake on getting himself involved with our affairs.” Ayaka tore her gaze away in disbelief, her dear brother’s blood wrapping his blade was enough to add another trauma, and when he promised that he would make it out alive, he promised to look after her… “Still glum about it? Come on, shouldn't you be at least grateful he chose to draw the blade? I would've challenged you instead the moment you were keeping her away from me.”

“That's enough! Leave us alone or I'll call the shogunate!” Y/n shouted from behind; gripping her head with both of her hands, Ayaka clutched the handle of her katana as she stared deeply into the harbinger’s eyes with nothing but sheer vengeance.

“As my brother’s wish, I'm ready to put my life on line as long you leave Y/n alone.” she withdraw her katana forward “And I'll send you back to the pits of the abyss, where you always belonged.” it's like witnessing a different shirasagi himegimi, her eyes driven by ache and abhorrence, he sent a half assed smile in return then turn into his battle stance, Ayaka turned to the helpless girl behind with a smile different than any other genuine smiles she witnessed throughout their friendship “Forgive me for stopping you when he needed us the most, I must pay for my greatest sin.” Y/n’s brows raised then shaked her head, she doesn't want to risk another person important to her just for her own safety “Don't!-”

Wasting no time, Ayaka charged forward to the harbinger; their swords clashing in return sending an ominous wave “Perfect speed.” Childe murmured evading from their proximity then thrusted his sword forward only for the princess to move away from the pointed blade. The air grew rigid, both parties panting for air with their blades pointed in front of the opponent “Training with big brother must've payed off.” the moment words left his mouth, Ayaka’s shoulders went stiff, she pressed her lips together each second her fingers clenching the handle. Catching her off guard as he intended, he lunge forward with his sword piercing through her chest leading to a petrified Y/n before releasing a dreading scream for help.

The Kamisatos’ blood now wrapped around his bloodstained weapon, Childe turns to the cowering girl shrouded in fear, next thing the housekeeper came out horrified at the sight infront of him, he only left to inform the guards about the situation and to cook something for the both of them to ease their anxiety.

“My lady…” he clutch Ayaka to his chest; shooting the harbinger a glare, the ginger haired only smirked in return then made his way towards the girl, Thoma wanted to move; he wanted to scoop her from him like his master ordered, though Childe's hostile gaze halted him from doing so, as he already has his sword ready to draw another blood, he could only draw his gaze away, laced with regret. Lady luck must’ve been on his side that he doesn't end up lifeless like the Kamisato siblings.

He grab the petrified figure; pulling her close to his chest, surge of warmth enveloping him, yet her cold hands blocked his chest, he didn’t care as long he has her under his arms again “I admit you made this more challenging, don’t you ever escape under my grasp again.”

She could only remains wordless, lips parted slightly as her breathing went ragged, months of healing went down to the drain in an instant; back to her lonely isolated lifestyle, just as the harbinger planned.

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