WEARING A PRETTY OUTFIT FOR HIM ♥︎
this popped into my head as i was cleaning out my closet. hope you lovelies enjoy!
tags: Arataki Itto, female! reader, fluff, teasing, lots of touching, smutty
-> you decide to surprise Itto on one of your date nights with a brand new, pretty outfit. however, the way it hugs your body makes him drool, wondering if the two of you should just stay home...
reqs open!
"itto? are you okay, hon?" you ask worriedly. as soon as you opened your door once the oni's heavy palm knocked on it, his jaw fell and his crimson eyes widened.
even when you asked him a question, no response came out. he continued staring quietly - which was very unusual. itto never did anything quetly.
"holy fuck, baby!" he suddenly exclaimed, wiping his face off shock. "you look.. wow. i mean, wow wow WOW!"
you chuckle at his praise, a soft tint rising in your cheeks. you catch one of his much larger palms in your hands, gently leading him inside your house.
as soon as he was inside, the oni made himself comfortable, sitting at the edge of your bed. that same dumbfounded yet extremely amused look still sat on his face as he looked at you, his demon eyes scanning the entirety of your figure.
"wow, sweets, ya' haven't shown me that one before!" he exclaimed with a large, toothy smile on his face, looking like a mesmerized puppy. if he had a tail, it would definitely be wagging.
but yet, his words were the truth - the silk, red dress you were wearing was purchased only the day before, and it was having its debut.
"oh, i got it yesterday at the market! this one was imported from liyue harbor, isn't that amazing? i love the gold details and this black bow on the back!"
oh, he loved them as well. gold, red and black were itto's favorite colors, of course he liked seeing them on you! especially on a short dress that barely covered your plump curves! hell, any color would look great on that perfect body of yours!
your hair was put up stylishly and elegantly, exposing your soft neck and that little almost-faded bite mark that itto left on you the last time you went out. the dress was short-sleeved, perfect for this early-summer weather, and so tight that it perfectly showed off your figure. and fuck, your slender arms that always eagerly wrapped around his biceps, and that beautiful waist he loved to hold, and those incredibly sexy hips he kneeded whenever he had the chance... and that beautiful plump ass that made him lose his mind, and holy shit, those heavy, pretty tits that were so beautifully framed by the heart neckline...
it was making itto lose his mind.
"it looks incredible, love bug! the dress is so pretty, but honestly, it's only that gorgeous 'cause you're wearing it, baby"
you smiled at his compliment, walking a few steps closer to him.
"aww, itto... you're so handsome too, you know? my big, handsome oni..." you say, your palms on his cheeks as you kiss the top of his head.
as soon as these words left your rosey mouth, his greedy hands grabbed your ass, sharp claws digging in the soft flesh. he looked up at you from his place on your bed, that same smile on his face.
"aww, sweets, you're makin' me blush over here! i try my best, ya know, gotta clean up a lil' if i'm takin' my girl out!"
clean shaven, with sharp eyeliner that for sure took him multiple tries (untill he just gave up and let Kuki do it) and a little bit of gel in his mane, you could tell itto really put in the effort in his appearance!
suddenly, he got up, offering you his hand: "c'mon, love bug, give me a little spin, yeah? go on, show off that pretty little dress, baby!"
you did as told, spinning around to give him a better view. he drooled at the sight, his hands instinctively grabbing your plushy tighs and running under your dress.
"itto!", you scold through a laugh, "don't do that, we're supposed to go out tonight!"
with a toothy grin on his face he pulled your bodies closer, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
"aaww, but- but, sweets! we don't have to go out, yeah? we could stay here, you know? get nice and cozy, have a night in? yeah? you'd like that, baby, hm?"
every word he uttered was followed by a squeeze on a part of your skin, your tighs, hips and ass constantly violated by his playful yet suggesting grips.
"no, sorry babe, i'm hungry! but we're definitely having a "night in" later..." you seductively say, batting your eyelashes at him. "plus, if you like this dress, you're gonna go crazy about what's under it, too"
his eyes go wide as you walk out the door, motioning for him to follow you.
"you're such a little tease, love bug..." he growled as he followed you, one muscular arm wrapping around your waist.
"and you have to promise me you'll give me a nice, long fashion show later with whatever's underneath that dress, 'kay? even if there's nothing there. especially if there's nothing there!"
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boob windows. that's it that's the fic
word count: 1.1K
content warnings: this is meant to be yandere au and sagau/self aware au so uh. hint of that, but mostly just crack. nothing Super Nsfw but the whole thing is raunchy and suggestive humour
characters included: mostly ei, but childe, kaeya and briefly zhongli also make an appearance with some others mentioned
a/n: this is a repost (slightly edited)! this was on my to-edit-&-repost list for a while now and this seemed like a good day to do so lol. alas this was originally written before the sumeru release so while editing there wasn't really an opportunity for me to add in wriothesley apparently out-butting zhongli or lyney's tigh high garters and i only just realised kaveh could technically also count here so uh. forgive me. i'll write something for them some day
"is… is everything alright, your grace?"
you loudly suck up another boba pearl, not moving your gaze from where it’s been lodged the past several minutes. "mm, everything’s fine."
ei fidgets in front of you, the cup held tightly in her hands still almost full. she looks unsure, but decides that she knows better than to question you. "if you say so."
it’s clear this isn’t what she had in mind when she personally came to see you instead of sending the raiden shōgun to greet and attend to you. the one time she comes out of her plane, all you’re seemingly doing is ignoring all table manners and gawking at her chest.
yes, that’s right, you’re ogling her chest. or, more accurately, you’re ogling her tiddy window.
between her and kaeya, she’s showing off much more chest. but then kaeya knows what he’s doing, while ei just seems to have it there for convenience over aesthetic…
you squint at her while you get lost in thoughts, and ei’s fidgeting intensifies.
ah shit. you forgot about itto. he wins in terms of who shows off their chest the most, you guess. he’s even wearing that… you’re not sure what to call it but tit belt fits well enough. anyway, the tit belt accentuates his pecs very, very nicely, although they do hide his nips from sight. alas.
you suppose gorou and cyno also exist, but they don’t have the same appeal. oh, and navia and la signora, but both of them are just wearing a sleeveless, collarless dress, so you’re not sure that counts either.
but then by that argument, does itto count? he’s not even wearing a shirt. cyno isn’t wearing a shirt either. and what gorou has is more of a tummy window than anything… but he does have that little window?
between gorou and childe, gorou is definitely winning though. you’d apologise for slandering your poor ajax but between the little triangle he shows off and gorou’s entire tummy out… you’re not sorry. though… there’s something to be said about a small slither of skin inviting you to stick your hands into that gorou having his whole tummy out doesn’t have.
wait, wait. you just had a genius idea. actually, two.
first of all, zhongli with a tiddy window… you are considering. then again, you guess his biggest asset is his bubble butt.
second, and way bigger: an idol group with some of your characters… but they all have tiddy windows.
"…your grace?"
you’re brought out of your stupor by ei, who is gazing in concern at you. you blink at her.
she struggles to find words. "are… are you sure everything is alright? is something not to your liking?"
it’s then that you realise you’ve started drooling at some point. shit.
you hurriedly wipe at it and clear your throat. "yeah, I’m sure. sorry, were you saying anything?"
she looks taken aback. "no, please don’t apologise. I should be the one to… I shouldn’t have interrupted your thinking."
it’s then that childe happens to walk by, and, like the attention hog he is, tries to get a foot into the conversation. you stay mostly unresponsive while the two chat (which seems to be mostly childe trying to hold a conversation with you while ei admonishes him), your eyes drifting back to ei’s tiddy window.
you really could stare at that for the rest of your life.
childe then follows your line of sight and chokes.
…though more because of him trying to laugh while choking on the dango he was eating than embarrassment at having caught onto your very appropriate thoughts.
ei looks confused but makes no move to help him other than pushing his head away from the table so he doesn’t make a mess. you honestly can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed.
he finally manages to swallow properly (you almost want to pat him on the back and praise him for swallowing like a good boy) before turning to you.
"do you want me to strip? my chest looks much nicer, I assure you."
you and ei stare at him.
he raises his eyebrows, pointing at her. "her skin looks way too soft and pampered." she looks almost offended. "mine’s covered in scars and I have actual muscles, doesn’t that feel much better for fondling?"
"what if…" you lean closer to him mischievously, like you’re about to tell him some big secret. "I prefer soft chests?"
he deflates. ei flushes, ducking her head into her still-near-full cup of bubble tea. "well, if that’s what you prefer… I can’t get rid of the scars, but I can stop working out. hmm…" he looks like he’s starting to make serious plans.
"no, I honestly don’t really care. all tiddy is good tiddy." you clap your hands. "anyway! it’s more about the boob window. you already have a (sad) tummy window, so it wouldn’t work."
"why not? wouldn’t that be double the sexy?"
"no, it cancels out."
you’re going to ignore whatever gorou has going on, because that works pretty well.
ei looks unfathomably lost.
"and anyway, if we’re talking about tummy windows, gorou wins."
he deflates further.
then he perks up.
"what about…" he brings his fingers to his face. you think it’s an attempt at looking cool. "butt window?"
you deadpan. "have fun getting arrested for public indecency."
he winks at you. "I wouldn’t mind getting arrested if you’re the one punishing me."
you have to physically hold the electro archon back.
"why, I wasn’t expecting to run into any of you here. what are you three up to?" kaeya’s voice cuts through ei’s snarls all of a sudden. he seems amused, but there’s an edge in the way he eyes childe.
"I am definitely sexier than any archon or soldier," childe says at the exact same time that you say "we’re discussing tiddy windows."
kaeya lets out something between a snort and a chuckle. it’s a pretty sound, but you can’t let yourself be distracted by him. he knows what he’s doing.
"oh? in that department, don’t I win?"
you stare intently at his.
"do you want to touch?"
you move your stare to his face. "am I allowed to?"
he smiles, mirth in his eye. "you needn’t ask. all of me belongs to you, and that includes my chest."
you seriously consider it and childe takes the opportunity to shove himself between the two of you.
"wait, wait! I offered first! ignore him, I’m right here!"
"your grace," ei cuts in, "if you’d like to, I don’t mind you touching any part of me."
"ugh, fine, fine! I’ll just sample all of you then. if you’re sure you’re okay with it."
zhongli, somehow, picks the absolute worst moment to walk in.
the look on his face is priceless (you can’t tell if he looks offended or jealous), but even that doesn’t compare to the feeling of soft tiddy in your hands.
you were right, tiddy windows really are the best.
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[One-Shot] ||Light NSFW||
Lovesick Ayato x Reader
Not much to say with this one, just recently been having a lot of thoughts on Ayato. Maybe because he treated me so nice during his banner lmao anyway, here's a one-shot, headcannon? I guess lmao - Mod Diluc
You're the only thing on his mind.
You drive him crazy, really you do.
Countless nights wasted on trying to figure out what exactly about you is so endearing to him.
(Nights that should be spent on preparing for his next meetings and proposals. So many deadlines due but they all are left unattended when the thoughts of you plague him.)
Is it the way you dress and speak? Elegant in appearance yet fierce with those double edged words of yours.
Fascinating.
Holding your posture with such dignity, such poise. Commendable.
You're the perfect description of what a woman should be. To him at least.
But this needy behaviour that's grown part of him? Shameful.
The desperation to hear your voice and see your face, the hopeful desires to steal a glance of your thighs, your skin, those lips-
Honestly! This has to stop, you have to stop whatever cruel joke you're tugging him along in right now.
He's never one to shy away from mind games when political warfare kicks off between the clans, its where he thrives.
But this? Mind games of the heart and emotions he keeps hushed down beneath calming waves?
Untouched territory he wishes to leave dormant for eternity.
So often he plays the master puppeteer that this new foreign feeling of having his string pulled for once, is numbing him to his everyday obligations.
Simple way to stop this unruly behaviour of his however, no longer allow you visitation rights to his estate.
Cancel all bindings he has with you and your businesses, refuse his sister (bless her poor mind for trying to understand the situation.) The opportunity to see you.
Once he's cut you out his life he can begin to move on, to heal, its really the only way for him to ever be cured of this consistent throb of his heart whenever you're close.
He'd already began to make the notes and actions required to cancel all contact with you, until you came sauntering into his office, right then an there-
"Mr.Kamisato~" your voice sing-songs into his spacious office.
Hurried shuffling of papers and pens were greeted to you as you watched the pale blue haired commissioner shove the papers into his drawer, a dusted pink across his cheeks as he clears his throat finally meeting your gaze.
"Y/N? W- Ahem." The man's voice cracked in tone which caused him to cease his sentence.
Swiftly adjusting the clothes that adorn round his neck he inhales deeply, recollecting his prior demeanour of laid back and sophisticated.
"Miss L/N, what brings you here today?" He says sternly but with that signature smile of his painted perfectly across his face.
Your brow raises at the display you just witnessed but you merely roll your eyes in blissful unawareness to the situation.
"I was coming by to ask if your younger sister, the young lady of the estate, is free to go for a stroll later on tonight, accompanied by me of course." You say it all so politely, that innocent smile on you. The exact one that gives Ayato those annoying momentary shut downs of his brain functioning correctly.
You're so tempting and alluring without trying or even realising, really he was astonished. You never failed to impress him.
"Oh? A stroll you say? And where would this stroll lead the two of you ladies?" He keeps his captivating gaze locked onto you, the smile never leaving, his tone peaking in height ever so slightly, almost feigning interest to your proposal. The teasing games he played with you never stopped entertaining him.
A small pout forms on your lips-
Cu- Stop. Inwardly he groans to himself.
A nervous chuckle leaves your lips at the sudden interrogation being thrown at you by the young Commissioner, awkwardly shuffling your weight from one foot to the other as your hand scratches in a fidgeting manner on the back of your neck as you scramble for a response, damn him for always being so involved with his younger sisters ordeals!
It is hard enough talking to him about the small business partnership you have with the attractive older man, but to pile on to it you have to address him with any and all outgoings you plan with Ayaka, and of course he's got to be bloody handsome too! Ugh! Think! He is looking right at you, ughhhh!
"W-well, no where too far, I just know how much she loves to wander and sight see, so I thought it would be a nice surprise to take her on a stroll is all." You said sheepishly, trying to look more intact that you were currently feeling inside.
Ayato shifts his weight casually while sitting in his chair, having had his fingers intertwined this whole time to be used for a chin rest, allowing him to remain propped up and eyes solely on you. Displaying an act of interest and curiosity as you speak, merely to disguise his treacherous thoughts that delve into too dangerous a water for him.
"I see." is all he says, so stoic, so monotone, no hint of what is really running a thousand miles through his mind right now.
Oh how he cries inside at the thoughts of him stealing a kiss, brushing his hand against your thigh, any contact that would make your breath run from your lungs, to see that flustered cute pink tone that dusts your cheek so innocently.
Another moment claws by painstakingly too slow for your liking, the room suddenly feels much more smaller, and hotter too...
This tension, you couldn't decipher its origin, does he truly have such a distaste to you hanging around his younger sister? You have been warned about how the young Commissioner can be to those that try get too close to his sister, but surely you had not given him a reason to give you those intimidating looks, that heavy stare, drowning in... something.
It simply becomes too much, this silent treatment topped with the unbearable suffocation of tension overwhelms you to the point you feel like you're about to fry.
With a gentle sigh and a polite, curt bow you close your eyes briefly and reopen them with a soft smile, no malice, no harshness, just pure, unfiltered kindness.
"I understand Lord Kamisato, I shall take my leave now-"
"Understand what," - His stern voice is quick to respond, almost too quick. His hand is now open in a flat palm gesture, as if trying to summon the excuse from you from sheer will alone. - "exactly?"
You swallow down slowly, your skin suddenly starting to tingle, the heat from your cheeks becomes a dusted pink, and you must be going delirious from this stifling ordeal because you could've sworn you just heard a strangle whimper escape the young Commissioner's lips.
Slowly he rises from his chair, his presence becoming all the more weighted around you as his figure grows in height, devastatingly so, seeing him behind that office desk so much really does allow one to forget just how tall of a man the remarkable Lord is, huh?
As he begins his slow circle around his desk, one step drawn out longer than one before as he does you find yourself frozen solid to the ground, in fear? No, excitement, maybe just nervousness? It was all such a blur to you.
It did not help that the sun had begun to set in Inazuma, the sky becoming a mixture of orange and pink hues, allowing for the small dim of light still prying through the flawlessly designed glass window, to perfectly accentuate just how mesmerising that intense purple glow of his eyes really is.
"Well? Miss L/N, I am waiting for your response." His voice seems to fill the room now, the room that seems to grow smaller and smaller around you. Your nervousness takes the better grip on you and you begin to fidget with your fingers, hands pressed hard into your lower abdomen from the hesitancy aiding your silence.
His eyes dart to your actions and a small sly smirk creeps onto his lips, how cute you truly were, he had no idea that when put under this type of pressure you could crumble so easily. Perhaps in broader topics such as business deals and trading talks you are as fierce a hunter as he is, but here, you were clearly in foreign territory-
which by default, makes you prey. His prey.
He was teasing you, you wasn't blind or stupid, this was another one of his games, you knew up close and personal just how much the young Lord loved his teasing games, business or leisure related, but your mind drew a total blank when trying to conclude what his end goal here was.
You knew what you wished it was, what you spent countless nights fantasising over, but this was not your dream, you were not asleep, this was real and happening. So instead of allowing yourself to be whisked up into one of his more than likely cruel games you clear your throat, swallowing the lump that had began to make home and spoke clearly.
"You have made it no guessing game that you dislike my company, around you and your sister, Lord Kamisato. I am sorry for whatever I did to gouge such a disliking to me, but you avoid my meetings as much as possible with you when deals are in planning between our businesses-" - as you rattle on with the never ending list of reasons its blatantly -and painfully- obvious he dislikes you, the man being held accountable for all accusations begins to close the gap between you and him step, by, step.
"Not to mention you always send your housekeeper, Thoma I believe is his name yes? The boy from Mondstadt; yes him, he seems to always be lurking around when me and Ayaka ever decide to just hang about." Your eyes narrow as you begin to agitate yourself with the list that never ends, as if recognising yourself just how much this man despises your existence around him and his family.
You hadn't realised however, that as he drew closer you continued to stepped backwards, as if subconsciously trying to keep that distance from him, as if somehow you knew if he drew too close it could spell something, dangerous.
He is being swallowed whole by his needy intentions as you speak, he cannot help the thumping of his heart in his chest as he sees you keep your tough façade all the while backing away from his every advance, nervous little thing aren't you?
He allows you to keep drawing out your ammunition, shot after shot fired at him, and his less than kind actions toward you these past several months, you were almost right too, he has to give you credit for being so close but not quite on the bullseye. A few mistakes that need to be corrected however, and he is more than happy to help.
"I am sorry for overstaying my welcome, I am sorry for being such a hassle and a burden, I will take my leave now and you will never have to see my face again, your message is loud and clear Lord Kamisato." You spit the final words from you, your anger now liquid fire in your veins, the audacity of this man, how had you let it go by for so long? Why did you continue to stick around where someone clearly despises you.
You know exactly why...
Because a small part of you begged to the darkness that it was your imagination, that the man you dream about and lust over so shamefully doesn't hate you so. But the game is finally over now, and you have come out, a loser, like you always knew you would.
Your back finally pressed against the door, your head dropping down, gaze stuck to the floor at your shoes. The sadness making you sink deeper, all the smiles, laughs and jokes, all the exchanges of pleasantries and countless attempts to offer him to join you and Ayaka on those walks, clearly they were nothing to him but more fuel for this twisted game of his.
You sigh, defeated.
You go to turn your face and body to open the door and leave now, only to damn near jump out your skin when a hand smacks abruptly against your face, the palm flat out against the door.
You quickly turn your attention back to the young Commissioner and then it dawns on you like bricks in bag being dropped onto your head.
You're trapped.
Caged in, by his large, well built frame, his arms locked into place either side your head, his eyes glowing still with that undiscernible hunger swirling deep within.
He is close, too close.
Your mouth opens, desperately trying to find words, any words, something, say something!
Just as quick as your words come to mind- they fizzle back down into nothingness. What can you even say right now?
The young Commissioner glares down at you still, his eyes drinking in your every inch of skin, the way he shamelessly lets them wander down further, catching more than an eyeful of your cleavage. The way his tongue slowly slips out, to glide along his bottom lip in a criminally suave way before allowing it to retreat back, a smirk present on his lips as they close back once again.
You finally allow your eyes to meet back within the heated crossfire of his own, his head slowly descending, his breath now hot against your face, so close, so close, so close!
"Are you done, Miss L/N?" His voice sounds hoarse now, raspy even, as his head tilts ever so slightly to the side, his brow raising into an amused quizzical expression.
"I...wh-, bu-" you stutter embarrassingly so.
"Excellent, then allow me to correct where you were wrong in those oh so venomous words of yours." he interrupts your incoherent babbling, his voice still raspy yet holding an ounce of strictness, as if clasping at what little sanity and control he had left.
"Yes, you're right, I very much do try my best to avoid you, to keep you away from my sister, I do order my housekeeper" -His hand leaves the door, the other still firmly planted, allowing his free hand to place against your shoulder where it joins your neck, the perfect juncture to let him test a light squeeze; to which you grant him a delicious sounding gasp- "Thoma, to keep track of your every move. I do all this and so very much more."
"I cannot stand being near you anymore, hearing your voice, seeing your face, your body..." His leg discreetly finds it way between yours, slotting into place between your pillow soft thighs. What is happening right now?! Your eyes widen however when feeling the brush of his knee against your clothed sex, a soft gasp leaving you again from sheer shock, a spark of mischievous desire glimmers in his eyes from your reaction, a dusted pink across your cheeks now darkening.
Acting on instinct now you lift both your hands and press at his chest, a weak and futile attempt to get the man away, to give you breathing space, but with a click of his tongue and a motion too swift for your eyes to keep track on he has both your hands pinned above your head with one of his own locking them solid, right where he wants them.
"Your attitude, so annoying, so damn... addicting." His hand now clasps your chin, strongly but with little pressure to assure he doesn't actually hurt you. How beautiful you are right now, completely trapped in all that is him, your eyes so wide with confusion and, oh my? Is that excitement he spots over your flustered face?
Oh, how delectable.
"So many nights, wasted, lost, thrown away as I think of you, just you, only ever you. You, you, you." His face begins to near your own once again, the slight shuffle you make goes unnoticed as his grip remains firm on your restrained hands, his knee pressing further into your clothed sex and lightly, so, so lightly beginning to rub.
His breath is so hot, his own cheeks now painting a faint pink across them as you feel his breathing pick up unevenly with its pace, he draws closer, purposefully allowing his lips to float with a feathery embrace past your own, along your jawbone, past your cheek and right to your ear.
The low husky growl that slips by him, reverberates against your trapped figure, and fans the heat that ever so slightly begins to pool down below.
"But it isn't because I hate you," he says with a tone too husky for your consciousness to fully grasp anymore, the senses being assaulted and overwhelmed causes you to blur things around you, leaving you in a burning dream like state, whatever spell he's casted on you, you don't want it to end.
Archons, don't let this end.
"I hate how wild you make me, how needy you leave me, desperate, shamefully pining after you,-" he continues to whisper with a raspy tone, biting your ear lobe and sucking softly, gently, making sure it stimulates but does not mark.
All as this keeps going you find your weight growing heavier on your own two feet, the struggle to stand up right suddenly dawning on you, how weak in the knees he is causing you to become, the constant delicate friction against your clothed sex driving you into a frenzy, teetering just below not enough, but floating effortlessly in certainly noticeable.
Your hands begin to clench into tight fists, the need to ground yourself becoming stifling, reality slips from you fast as you feel your heat rising, your need to feel the sweet sensation of proper fiction begins to cloud all your other judgement. Why won't he just add the tiniest bit more pressure.
Your pleading eyes meet with predatory ones now, your breath fast and uneven, more so than his own, your hands continuing to tense as your body also tenses against him, your thighs squeezing his leg, the almost sadistic smile on his face sends a shiver down your spine, his grip on your chin not faltering as he aims your face up, your eyes pricking with tears as you stare at the mans ceiling.
"Mr Kamisato, please-" he nips your ear causing you to gasp and silence yourself mid sentence.
Lifting his face up now, looking down at you, helping to form the reality he wants you to see now, that you, are his prey, his entirely, and it is entirely up to him what happens next.
"Say what I want to hear from you L/N." he demands with a stern but shaky voice, the feather light rubbing of his knee still painfully present against your now aching clothed sex, the heat pooling rapidly below.
Your brows furrow, and knit together, confused at his demand, so fried from all that is going on to be able to make proper heads or tails of any of this now, what is it he desires to hear from you?
"Ad-mit, It." he leans into your presence now, consuming you whole in his suffocating presence, willingly allowing you to drown in him as he lets his hot breath brush against your lips, those amazing lips that he is crying to kiss, but refuses to give in till given what he wants.
"Y/N, Admit it." his voice staggers and wavers now, his own resolve beginning to melt.
Then it clicks! What he desires to hear! What you thought was but a faint dream... a fantasy never to be gifted daylight...
"Ayato... I love yo-" you are not allowed to finish, your words are swallowed up entirely by Ayato, his mouth pressed tight into your own, his lips against yours as his hot tongue dances and out manoeuvres your lazy and tired one, drunk on the intensity the kiss washes you in, crashing into you like crazy waves against rocks as the tide closes in on you both, threatening to wash you both away.
His grip on your hands, on your chin leave in favour to grasp and squeeze around your waist, your plush rear, your thick thighs, anything he can let his fingers sink into, he makes sure he does, the need to grope and feel all of you, every last, inch, eating him whole, the air in your lungs leaves you, stinging.
Your own hands rake through his soft silky baby blue hair, your nails digging slightly into his scalp, a low groan leaving his lips, muffled as it is consumed along with the rest of his noises. Your own being swallowed continuously by him, neither of you allowing the other to break away, though the desperation for air grows incredibly more pressing.
His knee jerks up and presses hard into your clothed sex, a soft pliant moan escapes you as he flings his head back and up to allow a sharp inhale of air.
And here you both stand, shamelessly rutting and grinding into one another, like love sick animals, void of all dignity and composure, feverish pants, drawn out sighs and gentle moans and groans leaving the pair of you as you practically ride yourself against his knee, that he continues to graciously press and rub harder between your thighs.
Your so close, so close... so, so close. His rubbing, just the right pace, right pressure, perfect, the sounds, the gropes and touches, the closeness of him, the high you ride from finally giving into your desires for this man and seeing them whole heartedly returned back with the same animalistic hunger. Delicious.
"Do it Y/N." he growls out at you, his hands never ceasing their constant groping and squeezing, one hikes your leg up and off the floor, suspended in the air by him, allowing him to dig his knee further into your hot and achy clothed sex.
"Cum for me, Y/N." he hums lovingly right into your ear as he continues his masterful ministrations.
Hearing your name full from his lips so sinfully, sickening with the dripping twang of possessiveness from him, it could make any sane person scream.
Close, close, close-
Knock, knock.
What?
Both of your eyes widen as the noise clicks into place in your minds, how swift he is to drop your leg and move away, soft and elegant as he does, still stood there panting and dishevelled he wastes no time grasping your hand and tugging you away from the door beside him, his arm wrapping around your waist tightly, though you're not complaining, you could use the aid in keeping up right, right now.
"Who is it?" Ayato says out loud, his voice cracking slightly causing him to cough and clear it once more, and just like that he regains his sophisticated and professional demeanour.
"O-oh, hello big brother! I, may I come in?" that sweet gentle voice, you knew a mile away who it was, Ayaka.
Still slightly bewildered from all that has taken place you glance up at Ayato feeling unsure, but when you're met with a sinister grin you merely whine, knowing how much he revels in seeing you the way you are right now, so of course its no surprise when he-
"Of course my beloved little sister, come right in!" he chirps happily.
-does that.
The door creeks open and in comes the sweet younger Lady of the house, accompanied by none other than Thoma, you could just about die right now huh?
Upon seeing you, both Ayaka and Thoma widen their eyes, in a happy surprise, though surprised for sure to see you so close and 'friendly' with Lord Kamisato.
"Y/N!" Ayaka beams happily and runs over giving you a sudden hug which you laugh nervously and return, happy to see her, but... just not at this exact moment.
"What a pleasant surprise to see you, Miss Y/N." Thoma gives you his signature happy smile.
"Haha, it is so nice to see you both too!" you say back trying to show the same enthusiasm, however the heat on your face never leaves you as you're constantly feeling the tight grip of Ayato around your lower back.
"I came to ask my brother if he would be okay with me going on that stroll with you later, and Thoma asked if he could join too, would that be okay Ayato?" Ayaka stares up innocently toward her big brother, as do you, Thoma glancing from afar, nervous for some unknown reason to you and Ayaka but entirely known by the young Commissioner.
"Hmm, I do not see why not, I know how much Thoma loves to see Miss L/N, and spend time with you, Ayaka." He makes sure his eyes lock with Thomas as he emphasis the last part of his sentence, causing Thoma to blush and laugh nervously.
Ayaka claps happily, blissfully unaware of all that has taken place minutes prior to her walking into Ayato's office, she giggles exiting while calling out; "Well let us go then guys! I love star gazing with you two!"
Thoma nervously watches Ayaka leave before meeting with Ayato's gaze again, that eerie smile on the young Lords face causes shivers down his and your spine as he merely hums in amusement.
"Do keep my sister safe Thoma, I shall help young L/N catch up in a second." His hand motions for him to take his leave which he is quick to follow with a polite; "Yes, My Lord."
Your tired, dizzy, exhausted mentally and physically, confused, so damn confused, and just at a loss for anything right now.
Your mouth opens to finally ask a question, but it is shot down fast as Ayato steps away and extends his arm out in a hooked gesture.
"Care to go on a walk with me, Miss L/N?" He asks so politely, a true gentleman, or so one would believe.
You smirk, fully aware it wasn't just a passing moment of heated embrace now, that he does in fact have feelings for you as deeply as you do for him.
"Oh? Very odd for you to offer me on an evening stroll Mr Kamisato." You playfully jest back as you let your arm slide and link into place with his own.
You both begin to step out of his office to follow the pathway Ayaka and Thoma both now walk side by side down.
"Yes, well, I thought it was about time I took you up on one of those offers, after all, I pride myself on being a gentleman, and what type of gentleman would I be to allow such a beautiful young lady such as yourself to go home tonight, unattended." He gives you a flash of a dangerously flirtatious smirk, the desire still burning with in those purple eyes of his, and you swore you felt your stomach do several flips from the sight.
The night was still young after all, oh yea...
You were far from free from this game just yet.
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Sensual | Raiden Shogun x Traveller!Reader | Genshin Impact
[The puppet's curiosity towards ears, leads to her trying ear kisses.]
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Genre: Limey? And fluff.
Characters: Raiden Shogun
Perspective: 2nd Person for reader.
Word Count: 751
"Traveller, your ears differ from my own." The Shogun had spoken up from the other side of the room all of a sudden - almost startling you.
When the two of you spent time together, not much words were exchanged. You both simply enjoyed each other’s presence. So, it was understandable you nearly leapt out of your skin when she spoke up for the first time since entering your shared bedroom, hours ago.
"My ears?" You brushed your fingers against them, looking over at the Shogun's ears. "Oh, you mean our ear lobes? I guess so. There are different types of ear lobes."
The Shogun hummed, processing the new information. "It's not something I've noticed before. Is there a reason for the differences?"
"Well," You placed your light novel down as you tried to recall what you've learned from your travels. "Most worlds chalked it up to genetics. Some placed high importance on the shape of your ear lobe though. It could determine your personality in some worlds, your future in others."
"I see." She paused, and you could tell she wanted to say something more.
When you turned to her, all you could see was her frowning. "Why the frown?" You asked, getting off the bed and sitting by her in the chairs.
"I'm only thinking." Her eyes flickered to your ears before she looked forward once again. "You needn't worry yourself."
You sighed, shaking your head with a smile. "You can't expect me to do that when you’re getting yourself worked up. It's a bit hypocritical, my lovely shogun."
You reached out to brush a long strand of her away from her face and tucked it behind her ears. You didn't expect her to shudder when you fingers touched them.
You immediately pulled away. "Sorry."
But she shook her head. "No, it wasn't unpleasant. Actually, it was rather nice." She turned to you, head cocked to the side. "Do you have an explanation for this as well?"
"The ears are pretty sensual." You were starting to become surprised at how similar the Shogun's body functioned like humans. You had figured she wouldn't have such sensitivity.
"Sensual? Like kisses?"
The innocent question made you laugh a little. "Kissing the ears were a pretty common romantic gesture in some of the world I've been in."
"I see." The Shogun looked at your ears once more. "Then tell me," she gently holds your chin between her two fingers, turning it to the side as she leaned in close to your ear. "Tell me how sensual this is." She whispered softly by your ear, her breath tickling you.
She pecked her lips against your ear lobe to experiment, before going in for a longer kiss. You breathed in sharply at the explosion of sensations from such a small part of your body. As she continued on, you sighed softly, closing your eyes to fully savour the feeling.
The Shogun wrapped her hand around your torso, pulling you closer as she dragged her lips all the way up to the top of your ear. She again breathed softly against your ear, sending shudders down your body.
You gasped when you felt her teeth softly nibble against your ear, gently tugging at your ear before she sucked ever so slightly. It was enough to make you bite down on your lip, your body beginning to get hotter as you muttered her name.
She pressed her lips behind the back of your ear, voice deep when she says, “Say my name again."
"Shogun," you muttered again as she began kissing dawn your jaw. You searched for her hand, brushing against her torso and chest until you found her arm. You trailed down until you reached in hand, and intertwined your fingers with hers. You squeezed hers, and she squeezed back.
She didn't stop until she reached your chin. That's when she turned your face back to face her, so she could kiss you on the lips. The kiss was deep, chasing to savour your taste. It wasn't until she pulled away that you saw her eyes - clouded with desire and determination.
"Was that as sensual as you described?" She asks, searching your eyes for your feelings.
You smiled. A completely delirious smile, as you were drunk from her lips. "More than sensual." You leaned forward, brushing your lips against hers as you whispered against her lips. "Don't stop."
She didn’t waste time, resting her fingers on your jaw as she chased after your lips once again.
Yes, I count the puppet and Ei as different people.
I was seriously debating sending this :') but here we have it
Have a good day x
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