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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.