Slutty Married AyaYui scenario
Summary: married couple, Ayato and Yui spend their Anniversary together with a silk piece, black handcuffs and pussy eating. w.c- 1.7k A/n: low-key, I feel weird writing a sex scene but I think I sorta progress a little bit when I write a scenario, but anyway. As well, Ayato is very mature in this well except for a little detail to keep it inline with his character. To clarify; it does end on a cliffhanger but I’ll make a part 2 soon.
The sky was a watercolour of oranges and pinks; a gorgeous view that was being oblivious to as the meeting trapped Ayato’s attention, well physically speaking — mentally? He was thinking of his wife, a stay at home mother who was still the same headless chicken devoted to a cult that was normalised by society. He tried to convince her on multiple occasions that the book was nothing but a contradiction, she told him to shut up or the couch it was.
“Now, if we deduct our prices a little bit… we could get more customers on the January sales—”
“That’s good, Henderson. But ima need to wind this up, meeting adjourned, we will tail back on Wednesday.” Ayato abruptly stopped his marketing campaigner, rising from his chair at the head of the table. “Mr. Sakamaki… the January Sales are soon coming, if we know how much to take off our prices…. We invest more customers. And, more money—”
“Take it up with my assistant,” Ayato answered, nodding at a small purple haired man who looked like warning sign to stay away from him. He radiated his ‘pissed off’ energy around the room.
With that… he walked out the meeting room, jacket already being filled out by his body, his phone out, checking messages that were sent by his wife, Yui.
- ‘Reiji is watching the kids tonight!!’
- ‘He asked what we were doing for our anniversary..”
- ‘ I just said a restaurant and all… 🙈’
- ‘ Come home soon, I miss you 😘’
Ayato grinned widen, his car keys to car, getting in that drivers seat and keying the engine to life. Meanwhile…
Yui was at home, finishing up some household tasks so she could relax the night, she changed into the red silk set she bought a couple a months ago, specifically for this evening with her husband. She applied her makeup carefully, learning these skills from the mastermind (Kou), instead of her regular rosy pink lipgloss. She applied a matte red lip.
Trying to stay in the line, she constantly wiped and reapplied, on her seventh attempt — her phone buzzed. Messages from her husband.
- ‘I’m coming home the now, babe’
- ‘oh, Guess what I got for our anniversary 😉’
- ‘Black Fluffy handcuffs’
Yui’s eyes widened, black fluffy handcuffs? Why would they need those… it had always been the usual Ayato’s black silk tie, a million thoughts and feelings ran through her simultaneously, she needed to loosen up a bit.
The cooler was stacked; vodka, tequila, all the usual bad decisions. She wrinkled her nose. Too harsh, too messy.
She plucked a glass and added a few cherries, letting them sink slowly, sweetening something that didn’t need fixing.
The sweet fruity taste alongside the burst the cherries added into the drink embedded onto her tongue, a gorgeous contrast between pulse and bloom.
Outside, Ayato had finally arrived after running multiple red lights , the car skidded to a stop, he got out hastily, pressing the car key to lock the car as he made his way inside.
“Baby! Im Home!” He called out, kicking out of his black Jordan’s as he believed loafers were for the old and stuck-ups, examples following, His father, his lawyer… and oh! Reiji.
He appeared in the archway of the kitchen, that smirk appearing as he travelled his green eye gaze down his wife, adoringly. “Heh… didn’t know my wife had this in her. You been hiding it from me?” He asked, pushing off the arches towards yui.
“You’re my husband… shouldn’t you already know?” She replied.
The space between them was no more, he grabbed her waist pulling her into his chest. He leaned down to whisper against her lips; “oh, I knew you did, baby.” he kissed her, his tongue traced over her matte red lip that taste like cherry.
Her hands squeezed his white shirt, pushing her head to the left and kissing back, slowly but surely… she was kissing back harder. With an ounce of strength she managed to push him against the the counter.
“Woah..” he pulled back, chuckling lightly. “Mmm, pull back baby, twirl… lemme see the piece” Ayato said, hands on the marble counter tops.
Yui twirled, the red silk was on the sides of her waist that ascended up to the lace bra cups that pushed her chest up, in the middle was red lace did nothing to hide the matching thong.
It was unlike anything yui would wear… but it was her Anniversary and oh well, a woman who is a wife and a mother deserves to feel sexy.
“You’re so damn gorgeous…” Ayato groaned, his fingers twitching with eager anticipation.
A blush crept onto her cheeks, even after ten years of being married and carrying three of his children, his compliments still made her flustered.
Ayato reached for her wine, downing in one gulp; pushing the glass aside before going to his woman, hands gripping her thighs as he guided them into the living room.
He sat on the big sofa first, dragging yui to straddle his lap. His lips were back her, like a magnetic force that always pulled them together. His left hand was tangled in her blonde waves while the right held her steady.
between smooches and bites, Ayato murmured coherently “mine,” and other things like ‘my woman’ and ‘my wife.’ All loving sweet nothings to Yui who began peppering kisses over that sharp jawline.
Slowly but surely, it was progressively getting rougher. Their touches, possessive. Their kisses, desperate. Their skin, tattooed with hickeys. Those small hands unbuttoned his shirt hastily; pushing it off his shoulders. Only thing wrapped around ayatos neck was his black tie and silver chain with her initial on it.
His hands, gripping her thighs tightly lifted her up; travelling his wife to the bedroom.
The bedroom was in advanced prepared, the lights dim lit and red, an ice bucket which cooled a huge bottle of champagne on the table beside their obsidian fireplace.
Yui’s back met the black sheets, her blonde hair cascading down, plastered around her like a halo despite the mood. Ayato’s lip went from hers, to her neck, chest — his hands pulled the red straps down of the piece slowly; each new bit of her body revealed he’d pepper with kisses.
The piece didn’t last long her frame, pooled on the floor at the end of the bed. Those green eyes took her in like she was a goddess, and according to Ayato. Yui was a goddess.
He kissed lower, and lower..
“Put your legs over my shoulders, baby.”
Yui was too late as Ayato already hoisted them over his shoulders, his tie dangled between them and his face diving in between her legs.
He chuckled, his name on her lips like a prayer. He tongue pointed at the tip, slowly dragging through her slick folds making her shiver and bucker. Yui’s hands raked in his hair, grabbing slightly as He tantalised her with his mouth.
Those rhinestone pink were rolling back, arching her back off the mattress as she got into a rhythm syncing with that good shit (aka ayatos tongue but I didn’t feel like using tongue again so good shit is all y’all get)
He sucked her clit into his mouth before flicking and licking causing yui to groan, her face contouring in pleasure, it was too fucking good. Before plunging deep in her, his thumb circling her clit.
A low growl escaped his throat, sending vibrations to her core causing yui to arch her back even more, her small delicate hands gripped his red hair tightly; simultaneously trying to pull him closer but also push him away as Ayato kept prolonging her pleasure.
“Love…” yui gasped out, taking in laboured breaths. Her fair skin was covered in a thin sheet of sweat and her blonde bangs stuck damp to her forehead. Her cheeks were more redder now, flushed and warm.
Ayatos tongue slurped up all her… juices… before he extracted his mouth away from her pussy. His upper lip, the sides of his mouth and his chin were drenched, a low chuckle rumbled from his throat as he sat up on his heels; a true man doesn’t just look at his woman only once. No, not all. If you really loved her you would drag your gaze all over, drinking in every detail. And if you get bored? Or call it a waste of time, you’re a boy. Not a man.
“You taste just as sweet as your blood, Baby.” Ayato leaned down, his breath warm on her lip before his teeth pulled on her red lip biting feathery before diving his tongue.
She grimaced at her taste, causing Ayato to laugh. Pulling back an inch, whispering against here lips. “Hate it all ya want, baby. But I’ll never stop being an addict to your cum.”
“You’re so weird.” She replied, her voice hoarse slightly from all the vocal activity she just done. “Weird? Baby, no. Your pussy is complete ecstasy.” Ayato was too proud by the way he said that
“Forgive me lord…” she began. “For I have been penetrated by the sin of Lust.”
“Penetrated?” Ayato repeated. “Oh you havent been penetrated yet, honey.”
“Y’know….” Ayato prolonged, his finger tracing random patterns on her delicate skin. “You’re praying but you love when I eat you out. Baby, your quiet the hypocrite.”
Yui didnr know what to say, I mean… what could she protest with?! She was a huge hypocrite. Her eyes fell over anything but her husband before she just sucked it up, leaned forward and pulled his chain.
Ayato raised an eyebrow, a smirk plastered on his lips. “Kinky,” he whispered leaning his neck to side for her to use. She kissed sensually, sucking slightly before relocating.
She pulled back, her eyes filled with something that only comes out everyone red moon.
“Where’s the handcuffs?” She asked, her tone lower.
“In my pocket, why ya askin’ baby?”
“Cuff your self to the headboard. Pretty please.”
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