I fucking hate game apps. I wanted to play tetris the otherday so I figured there must be a simple tetris app out there its the most basic game. But every app is like heres your daily log in bonus of 10 gold! You get 5 free plays a day. Here's an ad. To replay a level costs 1 diamond. You can eart gold by earning points in levels. 1000 points = 1 gold. You can exchange 550 gold for one diamond but we have a sale right now that they only cost 500 gold. Heres an ad. You can buy a loot crate of diamonds for 5.99$! You leveled up! Heres 1 free diamond. Youve run out of free replays for today, would you like to buy some more diamonds? Heres your daily tasks, make sure to log in every day this month for a free reward chest. its free! Heres an ad. Would you like to sign up for this credit card to recieve 10 free diamonds? Invite a friend and you can earn points! Ding! Youve leveled up. Heres an ad. This is our special bonus play weekend, you get one free replay and a pack of diamonds only costs 4.99$. You can use your gold to purchase new skins for the tetris blocks. This ones shaped like cats! It costs 100 diamonds. You need to collect them all. Free to play, may be some in-app purchases.
I agree with literally everything op is saying and I don't want to detract from their point but this website here, specifically for mobile games (though they intend to eventually branch out to other types) is creating a database that flags those exact types of predatory things. It also flags games as safe, so if you want to look for safe mobile games this is an invaluable resource.
https://www.darkpattern.games/
It also has definitions, explanations, and examples of all the different types of psychological manipulations games pull on the website so if anyone ever tries to give you "just don't spend money, it's easy" you can send them this
Pairing: Post-Scratch!Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Bookstore-Owner!Reader
MDNI 17/18+ ONLY
SMUT WARNING
A/N: Unfortunately, English is my first language, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! No use of y/n. This was inspired by a post prison Spencer fic called Hourglass by @nereidprinc3ss , it was so good and I loved the premise of it, so I decided to attempt my own.
Content Warnings: 17/18+ ONLY, MDNI, semi-canon Hotch, smitten!Hotch, time skips, not physically descriptive reader, physically descriptive Hotch, 1st person reader, protected sex, interchangeable use of cock and dick, oral sex (fem! receiving), missionary, fluff, angst, smut, use of pet names (darling, honey, baby, sir, counselor, captain, etc.), dirty talk, female is vocal, Hotch isn’t (not surprising), tit sucking, clit play, mention of real life events (COVID), I DO NOT OWN ANY CRIMINAL MINDS CHARACTERS, hair pulling (male receiving), scratching (no mentions of Scratch/Peter Lewis), “I need to know you’re real” sex, OC side characters (Mrs. Johnson), mentions of Before I Let Go by Kennedy Ryan, let me know if there’s more
Word Count: 5,375 words
The clock was ticking by very slowly today. Too slow. I kept eyeballing it as I anxiously waited for the seconds to pass by, silently wishing it would go by faster. It was just another day at the cozy bookshop I had opened a little over 2 years ago. The smell of vintage, used, and new books blended together in harmony with the mix of my lavender essence I had at the front. A few customers roamed amongst the shelves, skimming their fingers along the edges and quiet voices humming in the air. It was a slow day, by any means, but it was even slower as I waited impatiently for the clock to start my wonderful date night. I tapped against the book I was reading and watched as the seconds clock ticked by. Is it getting slower? I should have the mechanic check it out. But that’s so expensive, I can just do i-
“Are you okay there, sugarplum?” The customer asked, interrupting my thoughts.
I shook a little, but smiled nonetheless. “Yes, Mrs. Johnson. I’m just a little distracted today.” I replied, scanning her books.
“What’s got your mind warped, sugar?” She asks, taking out her wallet.
“Well,” I started, bagging her order and tapping on the screen. “I have a date tonight.”
“Oooo, is it that attractive, serious, brunette man? He’s been looking at you with sparkles in his eyes.” She said.
I nodded, cheekily smiling. “Yes, we had gone out on a few dates over the past 4 months and I really like him.”
She chuckled. “That’s good, sugarplum. Have fun tonight, and be safe.” She warned, pointing an accusatory finger at me as she grabbed her bag and walked out. I giggled and waved at her. “I will, goodnight Mrs. Johnson!”
I looked back at the clock and not even 5 minutes went by, the hour hand remaining on the 5. I sighed and pulled out my book again, attempting to continue my reading as the remaining customers wandered and filed out. Purchasing or window shopping.
One by one, chapter by chapter, it soon became 6:30 and I was able to close for the night. I counted out the change and the register and placed them in the safe, putting in the code to ensure its safety. It was then I heard the bell go off in the store. I got up quickly and reached for the bat behind the door. “We’re closed!” I shouted into the store, my hand twisting the bat nervously. I stepped out and closed the door to the office, placing the bat in both my hands. Stupid! You should’ve just hid and called the police! I scolded myself. I walked out slowly, crouching slightly in case the intruder could see me.
“It’s just me.” I suddenly heard from my right side. I swung the bat towards my intruder before hearing a yelp. “Aaron?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. I know we agreed on 7:30, but I was off earlier than expected and came over immediately.” He explained as I turned on the lights, revealing him in his work attire and holding a bouquet of tulips. Pink tulips. Aaron had fallen and was now laying in between the back reading chairs. He held out the tulips for me to take. I breathed the sweet scent of them and sighed, smiling sweetly at him before holding a hand down to him. He took it and I pulled him up. He stood up quickly and so close to me, I could feel his breath on my nose. I smiled and looked up into his eyes. “Hi.” I whispered.
“Hi.” He whispered back. He smiled and I stole a glance at his lips. He noticed and glanced at mine. Slowly, he leaned in, closing most of the gap between us until his were brushing mine, teasing mine. I decided to minimize the distance and close the gap, kissing him fully. The kiss was soft and sweet, slow enough to stop the world. I closed my eyes, heaven taking over my senses. I let go of his hand and reached to cup his jaw and his grazed my other hand that held the roses. The kiss stole our breath away as we’d break apart for a few seconds and return to the kisses. Heaven blessed this world as we continued to kiss each other in the back reading area of the store.
Soon his hands caressed my waist as he gently pushed me back. I opened my eyes and pouted teasingly. “Don’t you have to get dressed?” Aaron asked.
I giggled lightly. “You’re right, I do. Give me 20 minutes. You can come up if you’d like. My place is just above the store if you wanna wash up and wait.”
He nodded and followed me upstairs. I led him into the living room, nodding my head as I told him to sit. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a clear vase for the flowers. I felt a presence behind me as he grabbed the vase with one hand. “I got this, it’s okay. Go get ready, don’t worry, we’re still early.” I smiled and kissed his cheek before briskly walking towards my bedroom.
***
We were walking towards the restaurant doors, hand in hand, smiling at each other. Aaron had a reservation at 8 for the place. I was decked out in a white dress with white shoes, opposite of his dark suit and red tie. Aaron told the hostess his name and she then led us to our table. Aaron had let go of my hand briefly to pull out my chair. “And they say chivalry is dead.” I teased as I sat down, pulling my chair in slightly.
“Well honey, I keep the chivalry's heart pumping.” He smiled before sitting down in his seat, pulling out his menu as I pulled out mine.
We spent hours there, just talking, laughing, and smiling overall. My heart fluttered at every little thing Aaron had done. From asking the waiter for a refill for my water to asking me little questions about my shop. Whether it be the workload, the stock of books, or even the customer shenanigans, I understood that he cared. I also discussed my past life, parts I never really discussed with anyone else, how I never kept in contact with my parents because their dreams for me were different from mine, how my fiance died in a car crash, how hard it was to start up another small business bookshop, etc. We also discussed some of his old cases. They were brutal, not brutal enough for nightmares, but enough to scare me a little. He had told me about his late ex-wife, Haley, and his son Jack, who was with the babysitter tonight. He spoke highly of her, mentioning how though they divorced, she had always understood his job and odd hours. He stated how she had aggressive opinions against it, but it was understandable given the circumstances and the effects on the relationship. I reached out for his hand and grasped it softly, hoping to comfort him. He explained that his job is what got her killed, how a serial killer named George Foyet had shot and killed Haley. He also talked about Jack and how tough it was to raise him with his job and how much help Jessica, Haley’s sister, had helped out when watching Jack when Aaron had a case. I nodded in understanding, allowing him to continue his stories throughout the night.
Later that night, he walked me home. He held an arm around my waist as we slowly walked the path to my home. I adorned his black trench jacket and his tie was loosened. We shared whispers of little things that had happened today, swapping little stories with each other as the wind brushed around us.
Once we reached the front door of the store, we stopped. I looked at him and turned to fully face him. “You can say no, but do you wanna head up with me?” I asked hesitantly with hopeful eyes.
He eyed upstairs before closing his eyes, groaning quietly. “I would love to, honey. But I forgot that the babysitter doesn’t do nights.”
I nodded, slightly disappointed. “It’s alright. I understand. Besides, we had that other time a few weeks ago.”
He chuckled before pulling me in close, kissing my forehead. “I’m really sorry, sweetheart. I promise, I’ll make it up to you next week. I’ll push Jack to have a sleepover or something.” He looked into my eyes, guilt glossing over the surface. “I’ll think of something, I swear.”
I smiled before leaning more into him. “I know you will, Hotchner. You always do.” I kissed him. And then I kissed him again. And then I leaned in for another kiss, brushing his lips with mine. He laughed lightly at the trick and held my jaw in his hands before leaning in and kissing me slowly, closing his eyes. I closed mine as I grabbed his torso and pulled him closer to me.
We eventually let go and breathed in the fresh air. “Good night, darling.” Aaron whispered, letting go.
“Good night, Captain.” I replied, unlocking and opening the door. Once I entered, I immediately went upstairs before realizing that I still had his jacket. I placed it on the coat rack and took a picture of it, sending it to Aaron. You forget something? I texted him.
He replied, Keep it, save it for our next date.
I smiled before replying, Ok ;). My heart buzzed as I thought of all the possibilities of our next date. I was so excited. I think I like him a little more than I thought.
***
The next date never came. In fact, there were only a few texts exchanged before Aaron completely ghosted me. A 44 year old man with PTSD and a 11 year old son ghosted me. I scoff at the fact less than I cry over the fact. I thought we were going somewhere with this. I thought we were lovers at that point. I guess I was wrong. I was still managing my bookshop, as usual. From 9 am to 8 pm, customers came and went, buying books, selling books, etc. The pandemic made it hard for the store to survive. I reopened the store as soon as it was allowed, following all the regulations and rules in hopes that I could sell more books and keep the store on its feet. However, during the pandemic, my late grandmother had caught COVID and had died, leaving me an inheritance that kept the store alive and thriving. That and the coffee bar I had installed along with the 9 am to 6 pm barista, who gets paid separately and pays rent on the space.
The tulips from my last date with Aaron sit on the desk, wilted and dried out. I kept them there out of hope, no matter how many times my friends had told me to get rid of them and no matter how many dates I went on, no one could compare to Aaron. It’s silly and stupid, that after 8 years of him disappearing, I still had hope he would come back for his jacket. But he didn’t. And so the tulips were one of the good memories I had with Aaron.
Sighing, I looked at the clock and saw that it had not moved since noon. I checked the time on my computer and saw that time had sufficiently passed. It was 6:52 and I knew I had to get ready to close. Looking around, I saw the only person left was Mrs. Johnson in the back reading area. I smiled before getting up and tapping her shoulder lightly. “Mrs. Johnson, it’s almost closing time. Would you like me to ring you up?”
“Oh, yes please, sugarplum. Just the one, please.” She replied, holding out one book, Before I Let Go by Kennedy Ryan as I helped her up.
“Good book?” I ask, walking up to the register and ringing her up.
“Oh, it’s great! Reminds me of my husband, Richard, and I,” She smiled fondly. “Falling back in love after thinking we fell out of it.”
“That’s sweet, Mrs. Johnson. I’ll have to check it out myself.” I smiled back.
She nodded, glancing at the flowers. “Don’t lose hope, dear.”
I solemnly smiled. “Good night, Mrs. Johnson.”
She nodded in reply and walked out of the store. I followed behind her and started to pull in the outside coffee tables and chairs, wiping them down as I brought them in. I locked the door, making sure the door didn’t budge. I wiped down all the shelves and the register area, placing the cleaning items under the desk. I glanced up and saw the clock. Snapping my fingers, I pulled out a drawer in the register desk and grabbed a couple batteries along with a screwdriver. I grabbed a ladder and opened it out. Stepping up the ladder, I grabbed the clock off the screw in the wall. I stepped back down the ladder when I heard a knock at the door. Stopping my movements, I placed the clock down on a nearby shelf before walking out into the main area. Looking through the glass, my breath stopped. His back was turned to me, but I knew it was him. Aaron Hotchner.
He was holding white tulips and anxiously looking around. I walked closer to the door, my eyes trained on him and his stature. He turned around and our eyes met. Slowly, I walked over to the door. My hands shook as I slowly pressed the handle bar of the door. I pushed the door open and looked back up at him. His eyes stared back into mine. He looked different. More rugged features on his face. He had grown out his beard and was more fit in. He was wearing much more casual wear, no suits. He was wearing an open blue button down with a white shirt and jeans, sneaker clad. I slowly reached a hand up to his face before cupping his cheek. He leaned in a little to my hand. I gasped quietly before caressing more of his face. His eyes were glazed with tears, reflecting mine. “You’re really here.” I confirmed, tears slowly falling from my eyes.
“Yes. And I’m so sorry.” He replied, sincerity in his voice.
I shook my head. “Shut up.” I grabbed both sides of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. I closed my eyes as he reciprocated immediately. He wrapped his arms around my waist, careful for the flowers. This gave me the opportunity to pull him closer to me, wrapping my hands around his neck. His beard tickled my chin and tears flavored the kiss. I pulled away with my head still against his, a quiet sob wracking my throat. “You’re really here.” I said again, more breathily than the first time. My eyes were still closed because I feared that if I opened them, he would be gone again. “I’m really here.” He confirmed, as if he had heard my thoughts. I laughed lightly before opening my eyes. He was already looking at me, quiet tears flowing down his face. I kissed him again, much softer than the first time.
I kicked out my foot and pushed the door more open while pulling him inside by his neck. As I pulled him inside, the kisses got more desperate as we swerved towards my cash desk. Aaron placed his hands on either side of the desk, placing the flowers down on the counter. I pulled him closer, molding our bodies as close as possible, grinding against his clothed dick. His hands gripped the desk counter, knuckles turning white at my movement. He groaned into my mouth, which sent shivers down my back. He pulled away first, both of us gasping for breath. “Wait.” He said and I paused, opening my eyes and looking at his. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”
I placed my hand against his mouth. “Aaron, I’m positive. You’re alive and I hate you for that and I want to understand why. But right now, I need you to fuck me like you promised. I need to know you’re still here and you won’t leave again.”
He shook his head, eyes running crazy. He removed my hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
“And Jack?”
He chuckled, reminiscence in his eyes. “Jack is almost 19 years old and in college. I’m pretty sure we’re fine.”
“Okay, just double checking.” I confirmed. He tapped my hips. I immediately understood and jumped, him catching me. I placed a hand around his shoulder and patted his chest with the other. “Why don’t we take this to my room.” I said.
“Absolutely.” He replied. He then walked as quickly as possible towards the office door, opening and closing it while still holding me. He walked us up the stairs and put me down once we reached the living room. I grabbed his face and pulled him towards mine, heavy breaths mingling with one another. I pulled him in for another hot kiss before my hands moved to push the button down off “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” He replied, desperately, allowing the garment to fall onto the ground. He fiddled with the hem of my own shirt, teasing my skin. “Is this okay?” He asked, raising a brow.
“God, yes.” I replied, lifting my arms. He removed the shirt and pulled me into him by my hips. His lips sought mine out and I followed the suit, kissing him deeper. I kicked off my shoes and he did his. I pulled him by his neck into my bedroom, the door pushing open with our force. I let go of his lips and gasped for air, falling back into my queen bed. I pushed myself all the way up to my pillows, curling my finger to tease him towards me, smiling cheekily. He followed me up, lips kissing up my skin from my jean clad hips. My hands sought his hair as I basked in the heat of his lips. He reached my bra and pulled it down enough to reveal my nipples. They hardened at the cold air and at his movements. He kissed each one teasingly. I watched him with bated breath. His eyes bore back into mine as he proceeded to take my right nipple in his mouth, sucking sweetly and swirling his tongue. I moaned at the contact, grabbing his hair. He continued his mantra of sensuality, taking moments between suckling and swirling his tongue. His right hand twisted and flicked my other nipple. The movements alone had me moaning at the contact and pulling him closer into me. He switched to the opposite side, making sure to give the second nipple just as much attention as the first. I let out another moan at the switch, leaning my head back and shutting my eyes. He continued this mantra as much as he did the first one until both nipples were perked and red from the attention. His trail of kisses reached my neck as he sucked bruising kisses on my neck. His lips reached mine and he pressed deep, hot kisses on my lips. He teased his tongue, prodding at my lips and I opened my mouth. His tongue and taste invaded my senses, he tasted of cinnamon vanilla as I explored more, fighting him for dominance. He won, as usual, taking over all my senses, smell, taste, touch, you name it, he owned it.
His fingers tapped the waistband of my jeans. He let go of my swollen lips with a gasp. “Is this okay?”
“Please.” I whispered.
“Huh? I didn’t hear that darling. You need to speak up for me, darling girl.” Aaron teased
“Please, Aaron.” I pleaded louder, lifting my hips to meet his.
He chuckled. “So impatient.” He kissed my jaw. “So needy.” He kissed my neck, trailing his kisses back down until they reached my belt. His fingers fiddled with the buckle, opening the belt. His fingers unbuttoned my pants and he pulled the zipper down, easily pulling the pants down. I lifted my hips off the bed to give him more access to pull the jeans off. After he pulled my pants off, I reached around my back and unclasped my bra, throwing it off to the side. Aaron positioned himself right in front of my entrance, licking his lips as if he were starved. He looked up at my eyes from his position. “May I?” He asked gently against my pussy, ever the gentleman.
I nodded. “Yes, please, Aaron.” I pleaded.
He obeyed, chuckling slightly. He pulled down my panties and groaned when he saw how wet I had gotten. He looked completely enamored with my pussy, watching how it glistened and clenched, waiting for him. I felt him breathing at the entrance and felt my walls clench around nothing. I made a small noise from my throat. “Please sir, I need you.”
Aaron’s eyes lit up and he smirked. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. I got you.” His tongue reached out and licked a big stripe against my pussy. I gasped at the sudden contact but lifted my hips nonetheless. He wrapped his (big, beefy) arms around my thighs and grounded my body against my bed. He pulled my lower half towards his mouth, licking his way into my entrance. I moaned and gasped at the feeling, allowing him in. His tongue licked stripes on and inside my pussy, varying in patterns and paces. He moved one hand from my thigh and prodded one finger inside. I felt it slide in and moaned at the contact, leaning my head back and shutting my eyes. His finger pumped in and out in a slow rhythm as he licked stripes up and down my labia.
After a few more pumps, Aaron added another finger inside my entrance. He moved his tongue up from its position and swirled it around my clit. I gasped at the sudden change and grabbed his hair, pulling slightly. He groaned a little and it sent vibrations up my body, letting moans fall out my mouth like a river. His mouth switched from swirling to sucking my clit. His fingers pumped in and out of my pussy. One of my hands was down grabbing his hair, pulling him closer to my pussy. My other hand was under my pillow, grasping the sheets of it and twisting. He sped up his fingers, pumping them in and out of me faster. I gasped at the change and moaned. His tongue swirled my clit until his thumb replaced it, circling it slowly. His fingers sped up as well as his thumb and it made me gasp, my thighs threatening to close in. “Oh shit, Aaron.” I moaned out.
“That’s it, darling. Say my name.” He replied, continuing his movements at the same pace. “Aaron, Aaron, Aaron.” I repeated, like a chorus, my moans and gasps making up the verse. His fingers were quickly working me up, closer and closer. “Oh my god, Aaron. Don’t stop.” I gasped out. He started leaving kisses over my thighs, stopping every few kisses to suck hickies into my thighs. “Please, don’t -fuck, don’t stop!” I pleaded, moving both hands to grip his hair, pulling slightly. The overwhelming pleasure of everything, his thumb, his fingers, his kisses, it all hit me as that knot twisted tighter in my stomach. “Oh fuck, I’m about to cum!” I let out, gasping and moaning, unable to stop myself. His fingers kept the pace but went harder and harder, making me gasp even more than before. “Oh fuck Aaron, I’m about to-” I was cut off when the knot broke in my stomach and I came with a moan. Aaron reached his head down, licking up every droplet like a man starved. His fingers continued to slowly fuck me through my orgasm, drawing it out until the first load was gone. I moved both of my hands to my forehead, catching my breath.
After he had finished, he brought himself back up to my face. “Breathe, darling. It’s okay.” He said. He kissed me softly on my cheeks and nose. I brushed my fingers through his hair and brought it to the back of his neck. I pulled him back to my lips and kissed him desperately. I moved my other hand down his chest and fiddled with the hem of his white shirt. He immediately understood, sitting up and taking it off. I moved my hands to his belt buckle and tried to get it off. He grabbed my hands and placed them above my head. “I know that you’re impatient, baby, but I gave you what you want-”
“Please Aaron, I want more.” I reply, lifting my hips to grind towards his.
“First of all, it’s sir. Second of all, it’s going to be sir for the rest of tonight, or you’re not gonna cum. If you want anything, you ask. Are we clear?” He responded in a demanding tone.
“Yes, counselor.” I tested, smile spreading, testing him. He turned his head to the side curiously, smiling curving in his features. He chuckled, “I’ll allow it.”
Slowly, he let go of my wrists and sat back on his knees. I pulled my elbows up, positioning myself towards him. He unclasped his belt and pulled down his pants, leaving him in his white boxer briefs. I sat up and slowly reached for his cock, feeling out how hard he was. Aaron wrapped a hand around my wrist and pulled it away slowly. “No, not tonight,” He laid me back down and I wriggled to get more comfortable. He grabbed the spare pillow from beside me and tapped my hips. I obeyed and raised them. “Tonight’s all about you, my darling.” Aaron put the pillow under my hips and stripped himself of his boxer briefs. His dick was leaking with precum, the red tip begging for attention. I stared with my mouth agape. He was 6.5 inches and I knew I was in trouble. I had forgotten how big he was, 8 years time will do that to a person. He reached behind and pulled a condom from his pants pocket. He opened the package, pinched the tip of the rubber and rolled it down his cock. He looked at my face and caught me staring. Aaron chuckled and it caught my attention, changing my line of sight to look at his eyes. “Have you not been taken care of, baby? I’m sorry, I’m here now.” He said, teasing my pussy with his tip. I gasped at the contact, looking down at him holding his cock and where our bodies met. He hissed slightly. “God, you’re so wet.”
“Please sir.” I pleaded.
“Please what?”
“Please stop teasing.” I whined, slowly reaching a hand down to his dick. I reached down and gathered some slick from my pussy and rubbed it on Aaron’s dick, pumping it a couple times. He hissed again before fully grabbing his dick and slowly entered my pussy. I gasped at the stretch, not used to it like I was and closed my eyes, concentrating on relaxing. He leaned down and kissed my neck softly. “Just let me know honey. When you want me to move.” He whispered.
Once he fully entered me, I moaned at the contact, taking time to adjust. Eventually, I whispered a small yes and Aaron started to thrust back and forth into me. I moaned at the contact as he groaned. Slowly he thrusted in and out of my pussy, taking one of my hands on his and placing it above my head. I moaned out at his thrusts as they hit my pussy deep and hard. Aaron grunted as he thrusted, the sexy sound spilling from his lips as he kissed my neck. I took my free hand and wrapped it around his neck and down his back, softly clawing at it as he moved. “Faster.” I whispered.
“What was that?” He asked in a teasing tone, hitting harder, causing me to yelp in surprise.
“Please sir, faster.” I gasped out. He obeyed, moving his hips faster and harder, hitting that sweet spot. A high pitched moan left my lips as I clawed his back, my legs wrapped around his waist. He suckled more hickies into my skin, moving his hips faster. “Oh god, sir.” I called out, gasping at the pace of his thrusts. “Yeah? How do you feel, honey?” He teased.
“So. Fucking. Good.” I replied in a gaspy, whiny tone. He moved my hand to his hair and moved his lips down towards my boobs, suckling more hickies down the trail. He latched his mouth around one of my nipples. His hips moved faster, the veins of his dick rutting pleasure through my walls. His tip continued to hit my spongy sweet spot, causing me to silently scream. My hand tightened on his hair, not pushing or pulling him anywhere, just tightening which caused him to groan. My other hand dug my nails into his shoulder blade, scratching and grabbing onto anything to ground me in my heavenly state. Serieses of “oh fuck” spilled out of my lips like a chorus. Our sweaty bodies are moving with the shaking of the bed.
I decided to open my eyes and look down at Aaron. His eyes were focused on my boobs before he looked up into my eyes, switching nipples. The multitude of sensations were overwhelming, but not enough to get me where I needed to be. That knot in my stomach was so close to breaking. I leaned my head back and squeezed my eyes shut, mouth forming an “o”. “Harder, please sir.” I called out, scratching his head. He obeyed, snapping his hips into me, fast and hard, causing me to gasp and throw my head to the side. I continued my series of “fucks” and moans as he continued to fuck me into oblivion. I squeezed around his cock, getting closer and closer. He got the message, reaching a hand down and swirled his thumb around my clit. “I know baby, you’re so close.”
“God, yes.” I replied, gasping at the contact, arching my back some more.
“I am too, come on baby.” He groaned out. My moans staggered with his thrusts. His fingers. His mouth. His voice. His words. His dick. It all hit me as the knot tightened even more. “Oh fuck, sir, I’m about t- oh god.” I cried out, rutting my hips to match his pace.
“That’s it honey, let go, I got you.” He said and I did. I let go and came at that. He grunted and came as well, the condom filling up inside me.
We both took deep breaths and I whined as he pulled out of me. We were both breathing heavily and Aaron got up from the bed. He walked towards the bathroom and threw away the condom. He closed the door and I heard the sound of him using the restroom. I reached a hand out, vision blurry and searching for him. I needed his touch. My fingers twitched for him, gasping his name out. He came back out with a damp towel and a cup of water. He handed me the cup of water and went down to my legs and pussy, gently wiping away the juices and cum from the sheets and my body. I sat up after he was finished and drank the water greedily as he removed the pillow from under my back. He used the remnants of the damp towel to wipe down my sweaty body. He threw the towel in the laundry basket before getting up again. I grabbed his wrist quickly and looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please don’t leave again.” I pleaded, tears forming in my eyes. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, firmly with his hand on the back of my head. I closed my eyes at the contact and the tears fell down my face. I felt him pull his lips back and wipe the tears from my face. I opened my eyes and looked at him. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here with you.” He confirmed.
Aaron walked around the bed to the other side and got under the covers, motioning me to join him. I got under the covers and wrapped my arms around his torso, leaning my head on his chest. He placed his chin on the top of my head as I drifted off to sleep.
***
I woke up to my alarm and an empty bed. Blearily, I got up and grabbed a shirt off the floor and pulled on the panties, too. Aaron! I thought to myself, waking me up quickly. Putting on my slippers quickly, I headed out into the common area. Hope had faded as I didn’t see him. Panicking, I quickly thought if it was a dream and reached for the counter. Tears pricked my eyes as the lonely presence loomed over me. That was until I heard a muffled clank and a quiet “shit!” from downstairs. I gasped before turning towards the stairs.
I headed down them and opened the door to find Aaron on the ladder, positioning the clock on the nail in the wall. As if he sensed my presence, he turned towards me and smiled. “Good morning, I got us breakfast and coffee. Made it the way you like it.” He said, climbing down the ladder. I saw the food and drinks at the register desk as well as the white tulips in a vase with water, right next to the dried tulips. I walked towards the desk and Aaron appeared behind me. He kissed my cheek. He licked his lips before concern crossed his features, turning me to face him. “Are you okay?” He asked.
I smiled and nodded. “I am now.”
He smiled back and hugged me tightly, swaying slightly as we drank in each other's presence.
A/N: Hehe, it's finally done and I honestly love it, let me know what you guys think and if I should start a taglist on this or something.
Buy me a ko-fi if you enjoyed it. I also do commissions! Likes and reblogs are also helpful!
“why don't you come to bed?” your tired voice broke through the silence. you walked up behind him, pausing as you let out a small yawn. you weren't entirely surprised to find him here in the middle of the night. he could go days without sleeping, and there were some nights you had to drag him away from his work to make him take better care of himself.
you wrapped your arms over his shoulders, resting your cheek on top of his head as you caught a glimpse of all the papers spread out before him. this was driving him mad, it had been for quite some time now.
“i can't figure out what i'm missing,” he absentmindedly leaned back into your touch. “nothing about this disease makes sense.”
he could go on about all the stem cell research results, and blood samples, and how even though most medicine can be made from the sickness itself, no preventative drug he tried to create worked. but he knew you wouldn't understand a lick of what he said. which was fine. he didn't need you to be as adverse in academics and biology as him, he just needed you to have a fighting chance.
you sighed, slowly bringing your hand up and gently combing your fingers through his hair, “you can figure it out tomorrow, zandik. let your mind rest for a while.”
“no,” he leaned forward, pulling away from you. this was always the same argument, but this time was… different. somehow, he could tell you were frowning, feeling a little hurt by his actions. “at least, not yet. i just… need some more time.”
you took a step back, about to grumble out a response and head back to your room when he turned around in his chair. he reached out, wrapping his hand around your wrist and pulling you onto his lap.
dottore knew you just wanted some of his attention, and he knew he got easily lost in his own projects. how could he not when your life was on the line? sure, current medication was enough to keep your illness controlled, but you were still easily fatigued and had little to no feeling in certain places. not only was that a hindrance to your job within the fatui, he hated seeing you when the illness was at its worst. he hated it because he felt utterly useless. he had so much research and time dedicated to finding a potential cure, yet he had nothing to show for it. and because of that, he found it hard to be around you. like he wasn't worthy of it until he succeeded.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder as he turned back to his desk. you were comfortable with this, just being close to him after feeling like he hadn't been around for ages. he wasn’t one for physical affection, except for these rare occasions when he knew you weren't feeling good or when you felt lonely, and that was if the two of you were completely alone. which, you understood.
his whole life he had been looked at as different, odd. he didn't liked to be touched all the time, he liked his personal space. he was very detail oriented and articulate. he noticed immediately when something had changed. he liked things that didn't make sense, especially once he was able to understand them. he'd been run from his own home for taking an interest in things that didn't belong to this world. even after being accepted into the akademiya, he was still looked down on despite his potential and capabilities. after a series if tragic and bad accidents, he was wrongfully accused of murdering the only person who could tolerate him.
you never once judged him for who he was or his past. you saw the man underneath the mask and he never once scared you. you didn't make him feel like he was some sort of freak of nature or outcast. you made him feel human when no one else had. because he wasn't a monster– he never had been– but he had done terrible things and he walked the edge so gracefully. if he ever lost you, he'd surely topple over.
it amazed him to know that you could easily curl up in his lap and fall asleep even though you knew he had blood on his hands. he wasn't sure how you felt safe lying beside him after knowing everything he's done, and if he was being entirely honest it's what drew him to you. your lack of fear and your not necessarily forgiving nature, but your “if it didn't affect you then who were you to judge” mindset.
it's not like you were completely innocent either. you'd done bad things too, it was part of your job. although, you'd never gone as far as he had. he'd been branded a mad man, a monster. and yeah, maybe he was mad and had no regard for human life but yours, but you never tried to change him. you didn't have to agree with the atrocities he's committed, and the fact that you hadn't left him yet told him you were a little off your rocker as well. he enjoyed that, sometimes a little too much.
maybe that's what made him feel so euphoric around you. you were someone who could swallow insane ideas and spit ones out that were even more wild. like the time you tried to catch and tame a wild rishboland tiger after he simply mused about if it would hard be to do so when you two had once observed them for your own entertainment.
“still stuck?” your sleepy voice broke him from his thoughts, you breath warm against his skin.
he thought you'd fallen asleep, but you were wide awake and just sitting in silence. he glanced down at you, an amused chuckle leaving him, “shouldn't you be asleep, brat?”
“don't want to,” you murmured, even though your eyes were closed and you sounded exhausted. “wanna spend time with you.”
“you're such a pest,” he grumbled, knowing that any argument about how sleeping was important would be thrown back in his face. the last thing he wanted was to hear you gloat and get your way. he'd never hear the end of it.
you huffed in annoyance as he leaned forward, going back to scribbling down notes. you shifted, trying to get somewhat comfortable again before biting back a yawn, not wanting him to see through your previous little white lie. you were tired, you had been all day, but you could always catch up on sleep tomorrow.
dottore paused, your movements distracting him. you settled back into the crook of his neck, your eyes slowly closing once again. he felt his skin get hot as all he could bring his attention back to was the way your breath hit his neck. for a brief moment he tried to pass it off as the humidity of the forest creeping in, but he knew he was only fooling himself. especially once you realized why he was no longer writing down notes.
he could feel your playful smirk, and it suddenly dawned on him that you were only in one of his button up shirts. whether it was intentional or on purpose, you'd officially succeed in drawing his mind away from work. you let out a small giggle, pressing your lips to his skin.
he inhaled sharply before leaning back, dropping his pen and roughly grabbing your chin. you were still smug as he made you look at him, and he scoffed, “you're such a little minx.”
before you could respond, he pulled you in for a searing kiss. you moved your mouth against his, almost sighing in relief at the feeling. you had missed this, him. you knew he was dedicated to his studies and that he would do anything for you, but you'd rather enjoy the time you had with him. and even though he would never admit it, he missed you too. he wasn't one for pointless words and confessions. he let his actions speak for him. it was obvious in the way he savored how you tasted.
he slowly slipped his hand up your shirt– his shirt– and cupped your breast before gently toying with your nipple. you whined against his lips, eliciting a light smile from him in response. he always loved how you responded to him. just the smallest of touches could have you squirming, and he relished in all the little noises you'd make.
he couldn't get enough of you, deepening the kiss and letting the hand on your chin fall to grip your hip with force. you let out a gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. his hand on your waist glided over your skin, stopping to rub at your clit over the fabric of your underwear.
you moaned, your body tingling everywhere he was touching you. your head spun as he teased you, making you feel intoxicated even though you hadn't had a drop of liquor. you barely even noticed when he moved to stand, hoisting you up with him. you instinctively wrapped your legs around his torso, refusing to break away from him as he carried you out of the lab and to his office.
dottore laid you down on the couch, pulling away from you. he trailed kisses down your jaw, to your neck, briefly pausing to suck and graze his teeth over your skin. he worked the buttons on the oversized shirt you were wearing, causing you to shiver once he let the fabric fall away from your torso. he made his way down your body, nibbling and biting along the way. your breaths were sharp, airy as he gripped the band of your underwear with his teeth and slowly pulled them down your legs.
“naughty,” he clicked his tongue, pushing your thighs apart and settling himself in between them. he dipped his head down, running his tongue along your folds before glancing back up at you. “soaked already.”
you whined as he rolled his tongue over your clit, suctioning his mouth around it. your thighs pressed against his ears, the glass of his earring cold against your warm skin. you closed your eyes, focusing on the tingling that ran up your legs and spread throughout your body. you raked your hand through his hair, curling locks around ur fingers as you tried to push him further into you.
he brought his hand up, giving no warning as he slipped a finger into your dripping cunt, a cry falling off your lips at the sudden sensation. your legs shook, back arching as the nerves built up to the sweet release. he could tell by the grip you had on him that you were close. he pushed another finger into you, using a driving force to push you closer to the edge.
his teeth grazed your sensitive bud, a low groan escaping you while you panted. your eyes rolled back as he curled his fingers, dragging them in and out with a wicked pace that had whimpers falling out of your mouth as you finally clenched around him. he flicked his tongue, and you came with a cry of his name. he rode you out, only slowing once the volume of the cute noise you were making died down.
you quivered as he pulled away and licked your juices off his lips. he sat up, staring down at you as he undid the buttons on his own clothes. you felt your face getting warm under his gaze, even though he'd seen you like this plenty of times before. when he was like this, gentle and not as rigid or rough, he still managed to make you feel shy and small. moments like these were rare. for someone who didn't have any regard for his actions, he was putting so much thought into this.
the way he slid out of his clothes and pushed your legs apart again with such care almost made you shiver. your heart raced once he grabbed the back of your thigh, pushing it back as he grinded his hard cock against your slick lips. he leaned forward, catching you by the mouth as he slowly sank into you. you moaned, eyelids falling shut as he stretched you out. he rolled his hips, working his way deeper with each thrust.
dottore broke the kiss as he bottomed out, wanting to hear the noise you made at full volume. a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, “yeah? that feel good? you don't have to hold back those pretty noises you're making, pet.”
you let out a whimper as he teasingly dragged his cock against your tight walls, slow and agonizing. he pressed a kiss to your collarbone, lightly nibbling at your skin.
“c'mon,” he mumbled, his breath hot. “i can't give you what you want if you don't tell me what it is.”
“please,” you whined, your arms wrapping around his bare shoulders as you arched your back.
you opened your mouth to tell him what you wanted, but he didn't give you enough time to answer. he sunk his teeth into you, a sharp yelp leaving your mouth as the sudden pain. he let go with a laugh, “please, what?”
“faster,” you choked out, eyes slightly glazed over with tears from his teasing and the bite he gave you. “please. i– can’t take it.”
his chest vibrated against yours as he chuckled, still gently rocking his hips, “you can take it, little one. you're doing so well.”
you mewled under him, as he rutted as deep as he could, as hard as he could without hurting you too much. but, you didn't feel any pain, and if there was it was lost in pleasure. your fingers twisted in his hair, gasping out each time he bullied his cock against your cervix. his long, deep strokes were making your head spin, and the teeth marks he began to liter your body with had you tightly clenching around him.
dottore grunted, closing his eyes as he focused on how you sucked him in. you were so tight, squeezing him like you never had before, and you were throbbing as you got closer to the edge. he kept his pace, his cock gliding with ease. you rolled your hips, your legs wrapping around his as you tried to push him in further.
“wanna cum,” you told him breathlessly. “zandik, please. please let me cum.”
he groaned upon hearing his name fall off your lips. it was something only you knew, and even though he loved when you called out either of his names, his real name was what he preferred to hear from you. he changed his rhythm, picking up some speed but only pulling his hips back briefly before driving right into that sweet spot. the friction making your orgasm build quickly while he raggedly breathed in your ear, “cum for me, little one.”
you tugged at his hair, legs shaking as you once again felt the euphoric high rushing through your body. your walls clamped down around his cock, a cry leaving your lungs as he continued driving you through your daze.
he didn't stop even as your body relaxed and you were panting, out of breath. he pushed himself up, staring down at you as his hips began to roll with fervor. you whimpered, still feeling as if your nerves were on end, your body tingling while he used you to chase his own high. your eyes once again welled with tears from being worked this much.
“s’too much. s’too much,” your voice cracked, a stray tear rolling down your cheek. he leaned forward, using his tongue to wipe it away.
“you can do it, pet,” he assured you, grabbing your cheeks with one hand, giving you a quick, yet sloppy kiss. “you gonna cry some more pretty tears for me, too?”
you swallowed thickly, your mind clouding as you felt that pressure building up again. he started losing his rhythm, hips forcefully digging into yours each time he bottomed out inside you. more tears rolled down your cheeks as you came so hard it almost hurt. your shoulder jerked, your hold on him slipping, only briefly. you opened your mouth, but nothing came out. your mind going blank, eyes rolling back as he said words that you couldn't quite make out.
dottore cursed, your pussy tightening around him throwing him into a frenzy. he let his head drop to your shoulder, resting his forehead against your skin as he groaned, spilling hot cum inside you. he rocked into you, riding out his orgasm until you couldn't get anything else out of him.
he caught his breath after he stopped, burying himself inside you. he brushed your hair away from your face, smirking at the sight of you. your gaze was half-lidded, your heart beating wildly against your chest. you were dizzy, unable to think clearly. you blinked slowly, looking up at him in a fog.
he slowly pulled out, causing you to cringe. he hovered over you, running his thumb over your cheek, “you ready for bed now, brat?
you nodded your head slowly, “only if you are too.”
he shook his head, “we’ll see. let's get you cleaned up before we do anything else.”
will I end the semester or will the semester end me? stay tuned
OR: smutty headcannons for college! jjk boys x afab!reader
ft. gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, and nanami kento
warnings: [gojo satoru] size kink, slight power play, age gap, professor!gojo x student!reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pervert!gojo, mentions of creampie [itadori yuuji] roommate!yuuji x reader, panty stealing, pervert!yuuji, male masturbation, unprotected sex, teasing, dirty fantasies, slight size kink, caught masturbating [nanami kento] basketball player, frat boy!nanami, mentions of partying, mentions of drinking, mentions of fighting, unprotected sex, praising, mutual pining, slight breeding kink, slight size kink. all characters are aged up 21+! mdni
w/c: 2.3k
── ꨄ gojo satoru never anticipated falling for his student – but how could he resist you?
he knew he was young for a university professor; the age of twenty-eight looked good on him – finely pressed suits tailored for him, slacks smoothed over his thick thighs and tight muscles tensing underneath his cream button-up shirts whenever you got too close.
he notices how you lean forward when he talks – how your eyes light up at his words so eagerly. truly, you drive him insane. you – the ripe time of your life in your early twenties, hanging onto his every word. god you could just moan right there in class – everything professor gojo says could belong in an x-rated porno. his words are heavy, always lightly teasing with that insatiable smirk gracing his lips. he drives you insane.
~This man doesn't ever call you by your name, like ever. If you guys are dating, damn right he's gonna act like it
~I think he mostly calls you baby and sweetheart, but when you guys are alone, it's a whole other story
~During sex he loves calling you his slut, just to see you get even more aroused. It's amusing how easily he can get you a blushing mess
"Kaeya please-"
"Shh baby, let me take care of you" he cooed, stroking your hair. Seeing you ride him was so, so fucking heavenly. The way you bounced up and down on his cock, taking him all in. The way your hole sucked him in when you raise off him, just to slam your hips back down.
"Fuck baby, you're so good for me" he groaned into the crook of your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin.
"Your such a fucking slut for my dick sweetheart" he sighed, throwing his head back as he covered your gummy walls in his cum
You came right after, a melody of moans escaped your mouth, your hands tangled in Kaeya's blue hair.
"I love you sweetheart" he sighed, kissing your forehead
Diluc
~He is the exact opposite if Kaeya. He refuses to call you nicknames in public
~He calls you "dear" when he greets you from work. An occasional "baby" would slip out, but don't expect it too much
~During sex, he calls you by your name, whether its rough or not, it makes it feel more intimate for him
"Diluc ah-!" He thrusted into you harder, making you see stars. You were practically folded in half under his toned body, being fucked braindead by your lover. He came home in a bad temper, and wanting to take out his anger. You, being the soulmate you are, offered yourself to him, letting him use your body as he sees fit.
"You're so fuckin' tight for me dear" he moaned into your ear, fucking your hole faster. His lips connected to yours, sucking your tongue and lower lip. His hair was loose and draped over his shoulders. Drool spilled out if your mouth as you felt your orgasm wash over you. You tightning around his cock was enough to send him over the edge. He moaned your name as he came in you
"Fuck," he grunted, "I love you y/n" he said, wiping the drool off your mouth
Dainsleif
~I feel like Dain is rarely home, so when he is, he showers you in compliments
~Ahhh this man. He called you "sweet cheeks" as a joke, but now its a normal name he calls you
~He also calls you "my love" and "beautiful" just to see that adorable smile of yours, and the way your cheeks heat up at his praises just melts him
Dain was stressed after a long day at work, and it was obvious. So when you went to comfort your soulmate, you weren't expecting him to slam you into the nearest wall and rail you mercilessly
His hands were situated on your hips, pulling you back rapidly to fuck you thoroughly
"C'mon baby, let me hear those sweet moans" he bit into your bare shoulder, licking the bruise. This earned him a whine from you, which clearly turned him on
"Fuck gorgeous I missed you-" his hand landed on your nipple, pinching and rubbing it, still violently thrusting in you
When you were both satisfied he carried you to your shared bedroom to take care of you
"I missed you sweet cheeks" he said, kissing your cheek and brushing hair out of your face
Venti
~This. Lil. Fucker.
~Does he call you by your name? No. Does he call you a cute nickname? Also no.
~Venti calls you very weird, music related names, like "my sexy lyre" or "my lil music note" or some weird shit like that, although he likes "baby" too
~He also radiates bratty bottom vibes
"Babyyyy ahn~" he mewled under you. He annoyed you so fucking much today. You dragged his ass back home to teach him a lesson, although he seems to be enjoying it a little too much.
"I'm sorryyyy" he whined, a smile tugging at his lips, this got him a faster pace on his dick, his moaning getting louder with each stroke
He cursed as beads of white stained his slim stomach
Awh, poor baby looks so tired already, but you weren't done with his punishment just yet
Making out with Zhongli, you're seated on his lap while his tongue plays with the interior of your mouth, it's had to breathe and your head feels cloudy. He grabs your hips and moves them sensually on top of his erection, you can feel how he pushes his hips into yours, back and forth, back and forth.
You're purring on top of him, almost melting to his touch, you want more, you need more.
His hardened cock is right there, but it feels so far away, trapped in his pants, the same pants you're ruining with your wetness. You mewl and whimper in his mouth, hoping that he'll get the message.
He puts one of his thumbs on your clit, and rubs it gently, doing circles, slowly poking your entrance.
Between kisses you could hear his muffled voice "you want more?"
"Mmhm" you said together with you head movements, not being able to for a single sentence.
He rapidly acomodated you on his lap, in a position we're you could be more accessible, his lips now rested on your neck, sucking softly, and his fingers entered one by one, slowly going back and forth, back and forth. Your head was thrown back, you were in bliss, the pleasure infecting your whole body, it was hot, so hot you could swear you were burning. His experienced fingers were toying with your insides so deliciously while his lips marked your neck, it was almost too much. Suddenly he stopped, and you heard his hand undoing his pants.
You felt a familiar heaviness between your folds, his cock already felt so good pressing against your slit. He rubs it almost playfully on your wetness, your hips push him as a silent plea to put it in.
He slowly enters, sighing, your insides were as welcoming as ever, holding him so tight, almost impossible to move.
He starts slow, relishing on the feeling of your tight cunt, waiting for your muscles to relax. Once he sees that you're relaxed he picks you up on his arms and slams you into his dick with a constant rhythm, it feels so good, you're seeing stars, and tears of pleasure fall from your eyes, you can only hold him tight in your arms.
The squelching sounds of you cunt, the wet kisses and the muffled moans is all that could be heard from the room.
Soon you felt the familiar pressure in your tummy, you wanted to cum on his cock so bad.
"Be a good girl and cum for me hmm"
And like fire to a firework, you exploded, your head was blurry, and your body felt light.
He manhandled your body, and used you as a fleshlight until you could feel his warm cum inside. His cock was buried deep inside, it felt so nice and warm... Z z z
You fell asleep on his comforting arms.<333
♡
Sorry if it's a little weird, I have a headache but I wanted to finish this so badly a
warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact
disclaimer: fem!reader, corruption kink, possessive/slightly yandere!ayato, virgin!reader, deepthroating, cunnilingus, praising, slight degragation, implied!possessive/slight yandere!yae miko, marking, creampies, unbalanced power dynamic, some manipulation but reader and ayato sex is completely consensual, unedited
w/c: 3.4k
a/n: based off of this post. I’ve had a lot of thoughts on ayato recently lmao. hopefully this helps us ayato fans as we have to wait till the end of march for him
tag list: @svgarslut, @albaedoe, @fizzypastels, @xialatvs, @jean-prettyboy-kirschtein, @hxnabanana, @kamisathoes (thought you might like this one hehe)
Dusk had fallen upon the mountainous cliffs of Inazuma. The young master of the Kamisato clan slowly trod along the path to the Grand Narukami Shrine, passing through torii after torii as he ascended higher and higher on the mountain. Various shrine maidens were off beginning to light the various lanterns as night would be approaching within the hour.
Ayato heard the murmurs and stares of patrons around him, many of the maidens bowing down showing their respect to the young master. Each and everyone was returned with a polite smile, trying to keep up appearances being the graceful lord that captured the heart and respect of many. He finally passed through the shrine, making his way to the Sacred Sakura tree.
With a sigh, Ayato slightly bowed his hands, placing his hands together as his thoughts focused on his prayers. Would the Shogun show pity on him, blessing his lonely sister with happiness hoping she could find a partner of her own? Perhaps even giving Thoma the motivation to visit Mondstadt and visit the people he had heard so much about?
Ayato’s brow furrowed, the corners of his mouth turning downwards. Would the Shogun show pity to his mother he desperately wanted to hold again. Ayato inhaled slowly, letting the fragrant flowers stimulate his senses before exhaling out. His long pale blue lashes fluttered open, lavender eyes revealing themselves to the world around him once more.
As he turned away, prepared to head back to the Kamisato estate for dinner, a figure caught his eyes. Within the corner of the shrine, he saw you out looking at the endless ocean around you. Golden light illuminated your skin, your eyes closed with a small smile letting the wind breeze past you. Pink sakura petals cascaded down your form, illuminated with the sparkling power of electro.
Ayato wasn’t sure how long he had been staring at you, mouth slightly agape and captivated before the scene before him. It must have felt like an eternity before you finally blessed him when you open your eyes along with a small smile on your face. He could feel his heart thumping along his chest, walking over to you. He prayed to the Electro Archon you wouldn’t sense his nervousness.
Sporting a suave look, Ayato watched you turn around eyes blowing wide to see him next to you. He let out a small chuckle, thinking just how adorable you could be. You were in your standard shrine-maiden uniform.
“Lord Kamisato! Could I assist you with anything today?” you stammered out. Ayato chuckled once more, bringing his fan near his lips. His eyes narrowed in amusement, a smirk hidden beneath his ornate fan.
“No, I was just curious. I typically know most of the shrine maidens but I’ve never had the pleasure of seeing you,” Ayato replied. You bit your lip, head looking down towards the Yumemiru wooden floor.
‘So utterly cute…’
“I see…I am fairly new here actually. I was recently promoted by Lady Guuji to help assist with exorcism here at the shrine,” you answered. Ayato clicked his tongue looking out towards the waves, watching sparkles illuminated by the sun.
“Interesting. To be recognized by Lady Guuji is no easy fit. She must have seen something compelling with you,” Ayato chuckled. You looked down to the floor again in embarrassment biting your lip. Ayato chuckled in amusement from your meekness once more before letting the back of his fan guide your chin up to look at him.
Your cheeks warmed observing the beautiful features the young man had. His skin was pale with a dark mole presented near his lips. His eyes were sharp holding mischievousness, his eyelashes long.
“Why are you trying to hide away from me? You should feel confident with your abilities. No need to feel embarrassed,” Ayato murmured, flashing a closed-eye smile to you. His eyes opened noticing your lips trembling. How easy would it be to lean in and capture them? Would you melt under his touch, letting his hands slowly brush up and grope your breasts? Would you whisper his name under your breath beckoning him to be rougher and rougher?
“Lord Kamisato?” you whispered. Ayato’s eyes went wide, snapping him out of his lustful thoughts. He leaned away, opening his fan out to shield the faint blush on his cheeks.
“Excuse me, I was lost in thought for a moment. For my rudeness, I have to extend an invitation for you to be treated at my estate. My handler would make you a fine feast filled with the best delicacies Inazuma can offer,” Ayato murmured. As you raised your hands up, about to reject the offer, Ayato closed his hand placing it in your palms.
“When you come to the Kamisato estate with this fan, you’ll be known as a guest with the highest honor. Hopefully, Lady Guuji will let you have time off so I may treat you, dear shrine maiden,” Ayato chuckled, watching your hand wrap around the fan.
“...(Y/n)...” you muttered out. Ayato quirked an eyebrow out, tips contouring into a smile.
“Noted,” Ayato chuckled, turning around to leave the shrine. His eyes narrowed once more, a smirk prominently on his lips. Lady Guuji was typically a very strict person when it came to her shrine maidens. They were her, playthings to do as she wishes. He’d have to come up with something clever if he was to convince her to let you out for the night.
Hmm, I’m sure Thoma would be able to execute another one of his ‘political’ plans.
“(Y/n), you’re needed for the Yashiro Commission,” Yae murmured, eyes crossed. Her typical sly smile was nowhere to be found, her pink-tinted lips caught in a line. Her amethyst eyes were much colder too, appearing towards you in a much more serious and sinister way. Even her large ears dragged down more, signaling her foul mood. Your mouth felt dry, as you wiped your tongue across your lips.
“What does the Yashiro Commission need with me?” you asked. Yae sighed, her hand holding her chin up. She left her position in front of the sakura tree, letting her fingers brush away some of your hair.
“It would seem they are dealing with a possession. I highly doubt an evil spirit managed to do something, but with the…high activity of the Abyss recently, we can’t ignore it especially since it’s the Yashiro Commission. If word got out, it would send the people into a panic. You and I both know that’s the last thing this shrine needs,” Yae murmured.
“So please take care of this for me, sweetie. It shouldn’t take too long either,” Yae cooed. You felt your cheeks warming once more as you let out a timid nod. A smile finally appeared on her pale face, humming in satisfaction before turning your back towards you. You let yourself bow beginning to journey down to the Kamisato Estate.
“...Why is he trying to play games with me,” she sighed, letting electro emit from her fingertips.
As you descended down Mt. Yougou towards the Kamisato Estate, you couldn’t help feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It had been a few weeks since you had scene Ayato, his fan still in your courters. You’ve always heard rumors about him, noting how dashing he is from the other shrine maidens. To think, he would offer you of all people to come to his estate.
You rapidly shook your head to fight your thoughts. You were here because Lady Guuji asked you to, not for fun and games. You needed to focus…
Looking up towards the entrance, a guard quickly grabbed your attention quickly running up to you.
“My lady! We need to hurry! Please enter the estate! We will be outside if you need anything,” the man yelped out. The doors were quickly opened by two more people as you quickly entered. As soon as your feet touch the tatami mats, the sliding doors snapped closed. You sighed, trying to ease your beating heart, taking your shoes off and placing them near the door. Hopefully, you wouldn’t need to run out if this was an evil spirit.
You slowly walked in on edge, clutching your small bag of salt. As you walked to a random door, you slide it open gasping at the scene in front of you. There Ayato remained, at his desk. His robes exposed his chiseled chest, legs parted exposing a mole on his upper thigh. Those cunning eyes of his looked up in fraudulent shock.
“(Y/n)? My dear, what are you doing here? In my courters of all places,” Ayato chuckled, with pink tinting his cheeks. You quickly turned around covering your eyes.
“A-Ayato! I’m so sorry! I heard there was an evil spirit and I was here to deal with it,” you stammered out. Ayato clicked his tongue, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.
“Ah! I see. Well, one of the guards had caught some sort of sickness. When one of my servants saw him convulsing they immediately thought he was being possessed. My sister most likely called for Lady Guuji to send a maiden to help deal with this,” Ayato sighed.
“The situation has been dealt with though. He is finally resting, so you probably shouldn’t see him now. Our medical staff treated him,” Ayato smiled. You could feel him slowly walk up, his chest pressed against your back.
“...It’s already late though. Why don’t you stay the night? I still haven’t treated you from my rudeness from before,” Ayato murmured, voice deeper and huskier. You felt your body trembling as you felt his hand press near your waist.
“L-Lord Kamisato! I couldn’t possibly!! I already intruded…and I-I…” you stuttered. Ayato leaned down, pressing kisses on the little skin you had exposed on your neck. Your body instinctively fell back against his touch, your body beginning to relax.
“Hmm, my sweet shrine maiden. Do you have that fan I gave you, by chance?” Ayato murmured, tugging down your white haneri.
“N-No…my lord. It’s still in my quarters at the shrine,” you stammered. You felt a chuckle vibrate against your skin. His hands slowly trailed up, feeling along with your form tight as if to try to get an idea of what your form was like without your robes.
“...Stay the night. You can do that for me, right? It’s the least I can do for having my subordinates bother you this late in the night,” he whispered into your ear. Your heart pounded against your chest with heavy beats; you wondered if he could hear it. He slowly turned you around, lifting your chin with his hands.
You shouldn’t be doing this with him. You know what goes on when a woman enters a man’s quarters at night.
And yet…
“O-Okay,” you murmured. A smirk appeared on Ayato’s face before leaning in and capturing your lips. He swiftly closed the sliding doors, pinning you against it—his lips hot and heavy against yours. You felt him slowly grind into you, something hard and thick brushing against your pelvis causing you to squeak in embarrassment. As you parted your lips, Ayato took the opportunity to dart his tongue inside, letting it explore the new tavern he had been deprived of.
You moaned out. You felt Ayato's lips curve up once more as he pulled away from your lips—the both of you panting hard as a glistening string of saliva connected the two of you. His lips quickly came down to capture yours once more as his hands pulled the large red ribbon on your robe, letting your uniform slowly become undone, exposing the various layers. He quickly pulled them down, your nude form now fully exposed to the lord.
As your hands went over to cover your breast, Ayato grabbed your wrist. He slowly guided you towards his futon, watching your chest bounce as he finally laid you down on his silky sheets.
“Please don’t cover your beautiful form up, my dear,” he murmured, lips pressing down towards your bud. You gasped, feeling his tongue swirl around it, his other hand gently massaging the mound. Waves of pleasure stirred inside of you as he lifted his mouth up, eyeing you as your eyes focused on his tongue prodded out swiping side-to-side on your sensitive bud.
“Aww you’re my good girl aren’t you. You think my pretty shrine maiden can help me out with a favor,” Ayato cooed, pressing a kiss on the plush of your breast. You meekly nodded as you as he lifted your upper half up. Ayato finally disrobed, cock proudly standing in attention. His was so long, a vein seemingly pulsating. A few moles littered his length as translucent precum leaked out of his tip.
“You think you can deal with, this for me sweetheart,” Ayato cooed, lifting your chin up with his hands. Your lips trembled, wondering just how deep he would go before shoving those thoughts back down again.
“I’ve never done anything like this before…so please don’t think differently of me because of it,” you muttered. Ayato chuckled once again before letting out a low moan, pressing his free hand to the base of his cock.
“Different of you? Never, my cute shrine maiden. That’s so utterly adorable…” he groaned. Your cheeks felt as if they were on fire. As you timidly pressed your hand on his cock. You could feel how warm and heavy it was in your hand, clearly desperate for any attention it could get.
“Come on, open wide for me…” he cooed out. You sheepishly opened your moan, letting the length slowly enter your cavern. Ayato moaned out seeing you begin to gag and try to focus on getting it as deep as it could go in your mouth. Drool seeped out from the sides of your mouth, as your voice was muffled from the cock in your mouth.
“Such a good girl. Taking your lord so well like that. I’m so proud of you,” Ayato cooed out,” Thank you for letting me use you like this.”
Ayato pressed his hands to the sides of your upper neck and chin, grabbing hold of it as he slowly shoved his cock in and out of your mouth. You moaned trying to keep up with his pace, a sadistic smirk prominently on his lips as his sinful expressions leaked from his mouth. You could feel his balls hitting against your chin, your saliva, and the saltiness of his precum dripping down and onto the futon. Your hands shot up to his muscled upper thighs, trying to keep pace with him.
“Just a little more sweetheart. Come on, take me even deeper…” Ayato moaned out, his length now slowly disappearing deep into your mouth. As difficult as it were to breathe, his voice and eyes were motivating you furthered as if he was dragging you down to his state of lust. Satisfied with your achievement, Ayato gently pushed you off watching you heave and try to catch your breath.
“Hmm, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you wanted this. Isn’t this thing sort of sacrilegious to a maiden…?” Ayato teased. You slowly nodded your head, letting your legs part to expose your sobbing pussy. Ayato licked his lips observing your hole clutch around nothing, wanting nothing more than his cock to break your vow as a maiden.
Your essence leaked out, making a mess of your folds and upper thighs, Ayato slowly swiped his finger up—gathering some slick—watching you trembled from the small touch as he slowly entered it into his mouth.
“Sweet…I can just eat you up, my cute little shrine maiden,” Ayato cooed. Ayato leaned down pressed his tongue against your clit as your body jolted in pleasure. He pressed a kiss on the buddle of nerves, before letting two fingers gather more of your slick near your hole. His tongue swiped up, using his free hand to open your folds even wider for him.
The pink muscle slowly circled around the nub, focusing most of his energy slowly sucking on it. His fingers slowly began to enter inside you, stretching his two fingers out in an attempt to prep you for his cock. The pleasure of his rapid swipes and attention towards your clit was enough to dull the pain of him stretching you. He could feel your walls trying to clamp down on his fingers making his cock even harder.
“Ayato! Ayato!” you choked out. He chuckled, slurping your juices up as loudly as he could.
“I know dear, I know…” he teased before continuing swiping his tongue against your clit. You couldn’t focus but every rapid stroke of his tongue spelled out the letters of his name. By the time he reached, your voice peaked, body arched up as you reached your climax. Ayato got up, his fingers leaving you as you felt empty.
Lifting your head up, you saw Ayato’s lower face glistening with your slick, his cock pulsating and ready to enter you. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss on your lips feeling the length rub against your sensitive folds.
“Even if you may not be holy to the shrine and the eyes of our archon anymore…you’ll always be holy in my eyes, dear shrine maiden,” Ayato whispered out, his hand tenderly caressing your face as his length slowly push inside of you. Dull pain grew worst and worst feeling him stretch inside of you. You choked out, nails digging into his back, as your legs wrapped around his waist𐐣unconciously pulling him in even deeper.
As tears began sticking to the side of your eyes, Ayato kissed them away eventually bottoming out inside of you. He remained like that for a while, simply kissing you and whispering such flowery words in your ear. Your hands had slowly descended to your breast, fondling the mounds until the pain became pleasure.
“M-Move…my lord! Please move!” you whimpered out. Ayato, chuckled lips connecting with your neck and sucking as he began thrusting inside of you. He had a set pace, feeling your walls descend and massaging this cock—lulling him to go deeper and deeper inside of you. His moans were breathy, as he himself got lost in the pleasure of your velvety walls—admiring the prominent hickies now on your neck.
“Fuck, you’re so tight and sweet for me darling. Such an innocent little thing like yourself shouldn’t be doing this,” Ayato groaned out. Your own murmurs were loud, feeling his length hit a spot inside of leaving you writhing under him.
“Yes! Yes! Just for you Lord Ayato!” you choked out. Ayato grinned once more, pace becoming faster and rougher.
“Oh? So the ‘innocent’ doesn’t seem so innocent anymore. Sucking on my cock and pulling me in like this? Instead of worshiping our archon, it looks like you want to worship that instead,” Ayato cooed in your ear. You shook your head once more in embarrassment, but your rationality was leaving you by the second. His hand reached down to your clit, slowly rubbing circles along the sensitive nub.
“Haha…come on admit it. After all, who is making you feel this good? Fuck. Who’s cock is inside of you right now? Who made you cum with just their tongue?
“You, you, you!” you yelled out. Ayato chuckled once more, strokes rapid and deep.
“That’s right. Me. Your lord…Yours! Fuck!” Ayato choked out. He heard you yelp once more, hole tightening tighter and tighter against his cock, leaving him to spurt his cum inside of you. His breaths were heavy, trying to ease his breathing again observing his softening cock still inside of you. With a sigh, Ayato let your warm hole, only to watch his white thick essence leak out of you. Confidence swelled in his chest, satisfied with a part of him now being inside of you.
Ayato leaned down, pressed his head against your breast as his hand gently rubbed against your stomach. You were still trying to catch your breath, sweat, dripping from your forehead glowing in the state of after-sex. You didn’t even know if you could walk.
“Darling, why don’t you rest here, okay? I’ll go request for someone to fetch us a towel so I may clean you up. Then, we can take you to the bathhouse and relax together in there. We’ll rest here in the morning and I’ll escort you myself back to the shrine so I may talk to Lady Guuji about this situation” he whispered, letting a stray kiss hit your chest. You slowly nodded, trying to get your barrings as Ayato's eyes narrowed in mischief and lust once more.
“But, you’ll be back soon. After all, you still haven’t given me my prized fan back…”
➪ notes: I wrote this a year ago... do not perceive me.... I just think sub gojo is extremely hot >.<
➪ summary: gojo has always been a bit of a nuisance in the workplace, constantly getting on your nerves and under your skin with his menacing antics— it's time he finally gets punished for his actions.
"Y/N?"
Gojo's usually high-strung and vibrant voice is cloaked in confusion and a slight edge of excitement as you open his office door.
He always found you to be insanely attractive— not that you didn't already know that, the man quite literally had no shame. He would constantly remind you that he was available if you were ever lonely, even saying such crude remarks in front of the students. Not only was it embarrassing, but you were beyond pissed that he thought you, of all people, would ever need him.
He was undeniably sexy, sure, had incredible strength, and okay, maybe your heart did warm watching him interact with his students. But, having a crush on the man was practical hell. He never seemed to settle down, always wandering and practically unobtainable, to the point where falling for him seemed like a lost cause. You swore to yourself you never would, not needing a broken heart along with the fractured patience gained from his constant teasings.
But, it was impossible— above all, even with his menacing ways, Gojo was simply too hard not to love.
Despite that, he still got under your skin, and part of you almost resented him for that. For being so charming, having that pearly white smile that could blind you if you glared at it for too long. It was annoying. So annoying that you often wanted to seek revenge for his irking ways.
But it wasn't until he pulled you in for a hug in front of the entire class today, one that lasted way too long and made you flustered with how hard his body felt against yours, that you finally decided to teach him a lesson.
"I think someone is here to see you," Megumi drags his words as he looks across the room, Gojo's head popping out from around corner and into the room.
"Umm, Satoru, did you need something?"
He takes that as a go-ahead to completely barge in, strutting over towards your desk as your face is already in protest with an annoyed frown.
"No, I just missed you, I guess," his toothy grin makes your eyes roll, a motion you notice Nobara does in sync with you. Smart girl.
Yuuji smiles sweetly, and Megumi goes back to staring into the void in boredom, "That's so nice, Sensei!"
"Thank you, Yuuji," Gojo keeps his face towards you as he says it, his hand pressed into your desk as you remain seated, his body towering over yours.
"No, it is not nice," you narrow your eyes at the intrusive man, "He sees me every day. There is no need to barge in here when I'm trying to—"
You gasp as his hand links around one of your wrists, made available by the pissed-off hand gestures you were using, allowing him to tug you up into his chest.
Your breasts push against his stiff body, making you gasp as his arms wrap tightly behind you, and you almost swear you hear Nobara mutter "perv" under her breath.
"Mmm, now I feel so much better," he hums against you, your cheeks flushed with heat as you can feel an outline of his member pressing into your stomach.
He pulls away swiftly, turning on his heel as he disappears just as fast as he came, "See ya later, Sensei!"
You sigh to yourself as you turn to lock the door, reflecting with a slight cringe at the events of this morning. It was past midnight now, and you were not at all surprised Gojo followed through on your request. The small note you left on his desk earlier in the day still resided there, only open and unraveled, neat letters reading "your office, late at night, I'm feeling lonely."
What an idiot, falling so quickly for such empty words.
"Hi Satoru," you pulled a sweet pout from your lips, his eyes raking up and down your frame, as he realizes the robe you're in is loose, revealing more skin than he's ever been graced to see from you.
"Mm, so you're lonely?" He gives a cocky grin as he pushes himself away from his desk, his lap now able for you to sit as he pats his thigh smugly to gesture to you.
He hisses underneath his breath when you straddle his thighs with your own, facing him as your arms stay by your sides, giving him wide doe eyes that have his heart racing, "Very."
He chuckles lightly, his hand slowly reaching out to touch you, waiting for your approval. His palm grazes your shoulder after you nod in response, letting the silky material of your robe fall until your right breast is exposed.
"What would you like Gojo Sensei to do?"
You mentally roll your eyes but send him a gentle smile, "What do you wanna do?"
Fuck. He wanted to tear this robe into pieces and bend you over the desk, fucking you until you begged for him to come already. You look so innocent, and he focuses on how your tit is practically crying out for him to suck on it.
"How about we go to my room, okay?" He looks back up to you after licking his lips, his mouth feeling dry, "I don't want you to be too loud and wake up the kids."
You snicker out loud, catching him by surprise, "Oh, so now you care about how the kids view me? How kind of you."
"What do you—"
"I bet you want to take me on this desk right now, right? I doubt you have the patience to actually take me to your room." He tenses as you slide the other sleeve of your robe down, your chest now completely bare and exposed, "Don't lie to me. You're embarrassingly hard right now."
He sucks in a breath when one of your hands palms him over his pants, a sly smirk tugging at your lips as you do so.
"Don't push me. We both know how that will end," he warns, his voice deep and sultry, intending a threat that only makes you giggle.
"Mm, that's funny because I don't. I don't recall ever being one of your fuck toys," you raise a hand to tug his blindfold down, ignoring the heat pooling in between your legs at how intoxicating the blue orbs are.
His eyes widen as he feels his arms forcibly linked back behind the chair, realizing your technique was holding them in place.
"You don't mind being one of mine, though, isn't that right, Satoru?"
He tenses underneath you, motionless as you lean in, lips brushing as you move his blindfold down, stuffing it into his mouth to gag him.
"Sorry, that was rhetorical. I really wasn't looking for an answer."
He whines as you stand up, dropping the robe, and lower your bare ass onto his desk, placing your feet onto the arms of his chair. He gulps at the sight of your glistening cunt, "You want to touch me, Sensei?"
He nods shamelessly, twitching as he tries to move, becoming frustrated that he can't. His muffled pleas interrupt the hand you have trailing down your stomach, making you pout in annoyance, sighing as you flick your wrist and remove the blindfold from his mouth.
Gojo consistently underestimated your technique. You could manipulate all pulls on Earth, using its forces to move objects or keep them steady, which gave you the ability to control just about everything under the Sun. The only issue was how much energy it used. Sure, you could change the ocean's tide, but you'd be rendered useless and drained from the act for weeks to come. It had its limits, something Gojo never really had to deal with while using his own techniques. But, it looked pretty useful now, with his flustered face a babbling mess as he begged for you.
"Please, just, fuck— let me touch you," his tongue darts across his bottom lip as his gaze flickers back and forth between your heat and your eyes, "I've wanted to do this for so long—"
You roll your eyes as the blindfold returns into his open mouth, shutting him up as you swipe a finger over your clit, "If you've waited so long, you can easily continue to do so."
Part of you wonders why he hasn't overruled your technique at this point. He was easily more powerful than you and could simply use his infinity to stop the restraints. But, his growing erection said more than enough, as you realized part of him was thrilled at the idea of being submissive for once.
One of your hands cradles your breast, the other spreads your lips to flash him more of your dripping pussy, the sight of his angry furrowed brows driving you insane.
"Mmm, I'd bet you'd feel so good too, your fingers are—" you suck in a breath as you pump a finger inside of yourself, the digit sinking in easily with how wet you are, smirking lazily as you continue, "So long and slender, bet they hit just right, huh?"
His thighs shake, watching as you roll your nipple in between your fingers, lids heavy as you start a slow pace, "I hope you know I've always wanted you too. You're just so fucking annoying, and— I just don't need you."
He raises an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation, but you drag out his patience, sliding another finger in, his breathing hitching as he watches your slick coat the digits.
"You wanna know why I never get lonely?"
You remove both fingers, and the hand on your breast, standing over him as you tug the blindfold down to shove your fingers into his mouth instead. He obediently sucks on them, admiring the view of your breasts as you continue, "I don't need you because I can do this."
His eyes widen as you flick your wrist, shutting your eyes as you apply force to your bundle of nerves, the sensation causing you to jolt forward and into him, your tits dangling in front of his face. He wants to scream, but your fingers slide out and are quickly replaced with his now spit-drenched blindfold. You keep your feet planted on the ground, legs open as your hands grip the head of the chair behind him.
"I can feel whatever I'd like, whenever I'd like," you boast, exhaling as you pull back and release the pressure.
"Tell me, Gojo, what makes that cock of yours so special?"
You laugh slightly, remembering he can't speak, "Sorry, mm, how about you show me?"
He nods his head quickly, almost embarrassingly fast, watching as you get on your knees and undo his pants with your eager hands.
You gasp as his cock springs free from his boxers, drooling slightly as you lick your lips, "So pretty."
It was truly pretty, long, and decently girthy, and it was the most delicious sight watching a bead of precum trail down his shaft. His swollen pink tip was crying for attention, and he inhales sharply as you plant a wet kiss on it.
"Hmm, I wonder if…."
You step back, sitting back on the desk as you go to flick your wrist, watching his panicked expression as he feels his cock being surrounded by pressure. He moans softly, making you grin as you watch his dick being pumped. Only you should have been able to see the forces, but of course, he had to be the Six Eyes user.
"Such a good boy for me, Toru. Does that feel good?" You take your bottom lip in between your teeth, eyes glued to his cock being stroked up into his swollen tip, the small grunts and pleas escaping him swelling your mind and body with adrenaline.
"So good— Fuck," he slurs, and you can feel his hands fighting your forces behind the chair, the feeling distracting as you focus on providing him a calculated amount of pressure, "Please let me touch you, I just want to kiss you."
"You don't need your hands to kiss me, Toru," you narrow your eyes, but amusement tugs on your lips as they curve at his desperation, "You wanna kiss me that bad, though, huh?"
"I just want to feel you— need to feel you. Please," his eyes shut as you apply extra pressure at his tip, squeezing the sensitive area just to watch him squirm.
Maybe if he didn't look this fucking good, all hot or bothered, you'd be able to hold off for a little longer. But, the way his brows knot in frustration and his lips tremble with each stroke have you losing your composure. Not only that, but the noises he's producing for you… they're practically addicting. But he's being too loud, almost so whiney under your control that you can only help but smile as an idea springs into your mind.
"Yeah? Hm, alright. But you're gonna have to do me a favor, though, okay? I want to go somewhere more private, yeah? That way we can really have some fun," your thumb brushes his cheek as you hover over him, pressing a kiss onto his forehead in an almost degrading way, the way he sucks in a breath making your heart pound hard against your chest, "Can you take us somewhere real far away? Somewhere nice where we can—"
He doesn't even let you finish the sentence. One moment you're in his office, the next, you blink just to have your eyes swiped open in a completely new atmosphere. The switch of scenery throws you off, your technique falling as your body drops onto a bed, Gojo pinning you into the mattress on top of you. His eyes are crazed, dare you say even feral, as he stares down at you, panting lightly as your lips part but seemingly no words can come out.
"I'm not gonna do anything, don't worry. I— uh, I liked when you were in control," he confesses meekly, crimson staining his cheeks as his eyes dart everyone but your own, "I promise I'll be good. I'm sorry for being a dick earlier. I just, I actually like you. I don't know how to act in front of you without being… obnoxious. I'm sorry."
You almost feel like you've gained whiplash from the turn in his attitude, all pride stripped down as he lays honesty onto your heavy chest, the pressure overwhelming as you feel your body warm unexpectedly.
"You… like me?"
Maybe it's obvious, and you really weren’t the brightest for never noticing. The way Gojo only seemed to be interested in you, the only woman he ever enjoyed talking to, the only one he actually respected enough to view as an equal despite the snarky comments he'd often lay. With other women, Gojo would fuck without emotion, not wanting anyone to get attached to a man whose world they could simply never understand. But you? You were his world. He spent every day beside you, secretly admiring you as he blatantly annoyed you, unaware how else to behave in front of someone he actually liked because… Well, Gojo had never truly let someone into his heart before. He was bound to be a mess about the whole ordeal— he might have been a pro at sex, but he was an utter amateur at love.
"Is that okay?" His pupils dilate in adoration as you smile in response, a sigh of relief as you nod, cupping his face to steady his nerves.
"Yeah, I, um, I like you too. Idiot," you make sure to add the last part because his elevation of pure excitement makes you want to slap it off of his face, not regretting the words but instead the ego boost it gives him; not that he even needed one.
You sigh as you shove at his chest, forcing him to fall onto his back to the empty space beside you, your thighs straddling his as you hover carefully over his exposed cock.
"Now, what were you saying earlier? You like when I'm in control? Is that true?"
He nods eagerly, but is almost embarrassed as he turns to look to the side and away from you, "Yeah… Nobody has ever done that to me before. It feels good with you— vulnerable. I've never been like that with anyone before."
It's more wholesome than you're expecting, but somehow rushes heat to your core nonetheless, your body feeling overwhelming achy for his touch as you swallow your urges.
"Stop being nice. It's making it hard for me to hate you," your nose crinkles up in playful disgust, a small chuckle tumbling from his lips as he faces you again.
"Heyyyyy, I thought you liked me too? Are you playing with me right now? That's not very nice, Y/N," he cocks an eyebrow teasingly, moving obediently for you as your hands tug his shirt up, lifting his upper body as you discard the article of clothing.
"I'm not playing with you— yet," you smile to yourself as you stare at his bare chest, sighing as you drag your hands up and down his rigid torso, the muscles flexing underneath your palms as he sucks in a breath.
"I still want to touch you too. Say you'll let me, I've been so good. You know I don't have to be too," he mumbles, looking down at his cock, which lays flat against his abdomen, precum spilling onto his skin as your cunt remains over him. So close but painfully far.
"You have been good. It's surprising, actually," you giggle, moving to the side of his body, sitting on with your ass supported by your ankles as you toy with his waistband, "But I want you to wait a little longer, okay?"
He groans in impatience as he feels his arms raise above his head, your technique’s pressure forcing them to remain there as his pants slide down his legs with a flick of your wrist.
"It's kind of embarrassing, but, uh," you rub your arm shyly, not daring to look at him as you feel your body wash over in an almost tingly sensation with the piercing gaze he holds on your face, "I don't know how much control I can hold if you're touching me, Toru."
"Awe, really?" He's smug but genuine in the ask, his heart thumping loudly in his ears as you roll your eyes, your hand dropping to slap his thigh as he jumps at the contact with a light laugh.
"Shut up," you mutter under your breath, fighting the smile that sneaks up on your lips as you move back to hover over him, gulping as you both stare at each other in anticipation.
"Do you need a condom?" He attempts to read your mind, but is surprised to find you biting your inner cheek with a slight shake of your head.
"No, I, uh… I was actually gonna ask if you're okay if we don't use one. I'm on the—"
He's so excited that he doesn't even care to hear the rest, practically ecstatic as he attempts to raise himself to meet you but is tugged down by your technique, "No, no, no, it's fine. Yeah, that's, fuck— Yeah, I'd like that a lot."
You let yourself smile this time, "Stop being so embarrassing, Toru. I just needed a yes or no."
He doesn't respond, his words caught in his throat as your hand grips the base of his cock, allowing his tip to slide in between your wet folds. Your eyes shut when the ridge of his tip brushes against your clit, a small mewl falling from your lips as it takes everything within Gojo to comply with the restraints you've placed on him.
"Such a… dork," you babble, positioning the head of his cock by your entrance, allowing your technique to take over as you place both on your palms flat on his chest.
"Jesus," he cusses under his breath, his tip struggling to enter you as you lower yourself slowly, your eyes swiping open as you look down at him in pure shock, "Fuck, you're impossibly tight. What the fuck."
"Toru," you sound so needy, almost begging for his help though the pressure holding him down only intensifies, your hands moving to grip his shoulders as you reach halfway down his heavy cock.
He's throbbing inside of you, the pressure overwhelming as he stretches you out to a mind-numbing amount. You both moan when he fills you completely, stuffing you to the brim as you still for a moment just to adjust and accommodate his size.
"Kiss me," he begs, heart flipping when you nod quickly, eyes pleading and desperate as he swears he almost hears you say "please."
His lips are sweet and tender against yours, breaking you apart slowly as he slides his tongue into your mouth, what was once gentle becoming heated as the wet muscle toys masterfully with yours. The kisses become quick, even sloppy, as you begin moving your hips, raising up and down as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and nibbles on it playfully.
You clench around him at the gesture, a moan entering his mouth as you return to his lips even more eagerly, teeth clashing in pure need and desire as you're beginning to lose your mind in the intimacy he brings. You're riding him painfully slow, so can feel each inch and vein dragging along your plush walls as he practically growls in frustration.
He pulls back just to look down at the point of contact, watching his cock split you in half on his lap as his head rocks back and into the mattress, wishing he could keep a mental picture of the sight as he tilts his chin down to view it again.
"You have the prettiest fucking cunt I've ever seen. Looks so good taking my cock. Fuck," he praises, trying to catch your attention, but your eyes are shut as you focus on quickening the pace, struggling greatly with how huge he felt.
"You're so big, it's— it's too much," you breathe, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you stutter on a moan.
"Let me help you, please," he's begging at this point, subtle concern linked in his words as your lids flutter open to meet his gaze. The tears streaming down your cheeks are possibly the most beautiful sight he’s even been blessed with, pupils blown and glazed over as your jaw slacks.
You slowly release your technique, feeling his hands quickly finding your hips as he gently flips you onto your back, remaining inside of you as you gasp at the switch of position.
"I'm gonna take care of you, okay? Gonna make you feel good," he starts moving his hips, your eyes widening at how deep he hits you at this angle, "Gonna be so good for you, promise."
"Please," your hands grip his biceps as he begins a pace, one of his hands dropping to rub adoring circles on your clit, "Fuck me, Toru. You feel so good. My pretty boy."
He perks up at the pet name, quickening his strokes as his hips slap into yours, a sudden darkening of his eyes as he loses himself in your tight cunt. The sound of you gushing around him has him drunk on the feeling, watching your tits bounce with each thrust as he pulses into you, fucking you into the mattress as you helplessly call his name.
"Wanna fill you up. Fuck, can I? Please? Wanna fill this pretty pussy up," he pleas, your gummy walls hugging him just right, dare he say a perfect fit as you nod with a dazed smile.
"Want you to come for me, Toru. Give me everything, make me yours," you yelp when he pounds himself into you, the praise driving him insane as he creates deep hard thrusts, fucking himself up into that spot that has you practically thrashing beneath him.
You're squirming, and he can tell you're close by how your cunt is spasming around him, muscles tensing uncontrollably as he watches you crumble in front of him.
"I'm close, baby," he slurs, finding himself just as affected as you, never knowing he could ever gain this much pleasure from sex before, assuming it's because he's never shared it with someone he cared about— someone like you.
"Yeah? Such a good boy. C'mon, fill me up, Toru. Wanna feel you come inside me," you babble mindlessly, barely coherent as you feel your orgasm crashing over you, your core tightening with each swirl of his thumb on your clit and drag of his tip against your walls.
He groans in response, eyes screwing shut as he spills himself into your fluttering pussy, allowing you to milk his cock as he continues to fuck it into you. You feel so full, the hot liquid pouring into you as he stills inside of you, cursing under his breath as he crashes on top of you.
"Holy shit."
"Yeah," you mumble in agreeance, awestruck as you rub him back comfortingly, feeling the deep knotting under his muscles as you do so. You figure this was the first time he actually felt something during sex, probably fucking girls from the back, not even caring to see their face, and purely chasing his own high the whole time. But now? He's practically pooling at your feet in submission, wrapping his arms behind your back and breathing in your scent as he inhales deeply by your neck.
"Was that good?" He whispers gently, almost shy though his cock is still painfully hard and nestled inside of you.
You smile to yourself, fucked a little dumb yourself to really say anything meaningful, only two words coming to mind to describe the whole performance—
"So good, Toru. You were so good. Such a good boy."
gojo’s work partner being sick of his womanizing ways but still falling victim to him in the end ☺️
when you first get paired up with him, it's clear you mean business and business only. despite his persistent advances, you always blow him off; you are well aware of his reputation, of the trail of women he leaves broken and empty behind him once he was done toying around with them. it was supposed to be simple, keep it classy, professional, don’t let the womanizing demon with the face of an angel infiltrate your senses. but to gojo, it was a game, and if it was a game he was going to win. slowly but surely he starts to affect you.
he finds it so amusing to see you try to fight it, to still your breaths when he leans into the curve of your neck to compliment your new perfume, or not flinch when he ushers you into rooms by the small of your back.
the utter shock you feel when you realize half of his ‘business calls’ are just girls, pretty eyes, the caller id had said, but now that you made a habit of checking you’d seen it all, curly hair, slit skirt, red lipstick #3, girls he liked enough to give his number to but didn’t care to remember the names of. when you finally curse him out about it he just fucking laughs, grabs your hand that you were using to dramatically jab his chest to lace your fingers with his own “i don’t get why you’re so mad! i have your name saved, don’t i? unless you want a nickname too.” he was absolutely fucking awful, disgusting, a pig who couldn’t care less ab the feelings of the women he entertained yet,, did your heart just flutter? what was the heat boiling deep in the pit of your stomach rising up into your chest? anger. yeah, it had to be just anger. except it’s not and gojo knows it, feels it, understands it more than you ever could, and he’s reveling in watching you start to break.
when he accidentally texts your number instead of one of his many playthings
g: ‘sorry! meant for someone else :p’
y: ‘Yeah, I’m sure it was.’
g: ‘i’d let you have me way easier than any of them by the way <3’
y: ‘I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any easier.’
g: ‘</3’
and using the partner card to get you to go out with him, calling you from a bar
“i’m drinking alone, y/n. i could cause some serious damage in my drunken state if you’re not here to help.”
“you’ll be fine.”
“aren’t you my partner? isn’t it your job to monitor me in high-risk situations? just come for a while, make sure this place doesn’t spontaneously combust. maybe have a drink together after, if we survive.”
“i’m off the clock, gojo.”
“damn, you really hate my guts, don’t you, doll?” you could hear his shit-eating grin through the phone.
“i don’t, i just don’t have the time nor the care to entertain your silly whims. i have a life outside of work, you know?”
“c’mooooonnnn y/n. you want me to beg? i’ll do it, i’m not above begging”
this man is tenacious as hell and at this point it’s wearing you down a bit, regardless of your unfazed front. flowers at your doorstep when you do really well on a mission (your favorites that he somehow remembered from an offhand comment), let’s you choose wherever you guys would stop for lunch and pays every time, fussing over the tiniest of injuries you’d get on a mission, all solemn and protective (could literally be a scratch. which most times, it is)- everything was adding up, weighing you down, not exactly blinding you of his true intentions but making it a lot more palatable.
and then you find out he’s been seeing another one of your colleagues. and when you confront him this time, the anger was partially for all the girls he’s constantly hurting, but part of it was just you, your own stupid, chemical emotions that somehow got twisted into this stupid whore of a man. this was gojo’s checkmate moment.
“you jealous, doll?” he smirks, because it’s true. you aren’t just angry like the other times, you really are jealous; he knows it’ll be difficult to try and deny it this time. and try you do, fruitlessly and gracelessly like a bird trying to fly with pinned wings. while you sputter out unconvincing protests, he tucks a stray hair behind your ear.
“you know, if you like me you could’ve just said so. i like you a lot too, y/n. i’ve been trying to get your attention for a while now.” your heart gallops at his words, at his proximity, at how you can taste the spearmint on his breath. you like him, you do, you really do, you tried not to and you failed. you have to keep denying, though. you can’t give in.
“i-i’m not interested! you’re being completely unprofessional!”
“says the one who came to me screaming about some girl i fucked.” gojo- 1, you - 0
“some girl? they’re people with names, you pig! you have no right to parade around messing with the hearts and minds of these women! and watch your mouth!”
“i don’t need to remember their names. yours is the only one that matters.” gojo- 2, you- 0
“you’re such a liar!”
“and what are you?” he lets out an evil fucking chuckle. 3-nil.
“i’m not lying! i don’t like you! i hate you!”
“then why are you letting me this close to you?” he rests his large palm on the side of your neck, his fingertips grazing behind the lobe of your ear. “why’s your heart beating so fast?” he slides his hand up to your jaw, fingers squeezing your cheeks as he gives your head a playful shake. “why are you letting me touch you? hm? tell me.” he wins. your teary doe eyes and trembling bottom lip gives it away. and before you can open that pretty little mouth to spout some more lame excuses he kisses you, ravenous and wet and hot.
you’re like putty in his hand by now, soft, pliable, shivering and mewling into the messiness of your tongues roaming one another. even though it's a game to him, he isn't completely lying. you are kind of special to him, your cool demeanor, straight-laced, no-nonsense attitude with wit sharp as a whip. and hot as shit, to boot. that just makes this all the more exciting, seeing you dissolve at his touch.
it's cute, in sad sort of way, how wet you are just from one little kiss, the droplets of arousal rolling down your thighs past your pencil skirt. it's also very amusing to watch you squirm around with just two fingers inside, “‘s too big, too much satoru” how a few quick flicks on your spongey walls has you convulsing, panting, clawing at his back and whimpering his name like a hymn.
and when he has you at your most vulnerable, pinned against the wall, bracing with one arm the other holding you by your waist as his cock slams into the very deepest parts of you, he asks “wanna be my slut?” and it’s a delight seeing your fucked out face, your eyes so watery and full of love, honest “yes, all yours, always, m’your slut!” he slows his pace but angles himself even deeper, rhythmic, and places a kiss on your droolly open mouth, the kind of thing that’ll make a girl fall in love. “prove it. cum on my cock. can my slut do that, hm? you gonna be good for me?” and like that his words have you spasming, your pussy gripping his dick with each pulse of your orgasm, his load filling you up not long after.
you get it now, why he has so many women obsessing over him, why they never seem to leave him alone. at least he can’t avoid you like the others. you’re partners, after all.
Thoma slamming his needy cock against his fist, while his nose is buried on your dirty clothes, your sweat smells so erotic to him, he want to lick your skin so badly, he wants to cum on your cunt, and then clean it up with his tongue.
Your dirty underwear is something he leaves as a treat for being such a good boy, always cleaning, cooking, attending yours and the kamisato household needs, he deserved something only for him. Such a degenerate he was, sniffing on your used up underwear, hidden in his little corner, little moans and whines escaping from his sinful mouth, saliva pooling on your clothes. He's so desperate, he wants to cum, he needs to cum, he's fucking his fist desperately like a thirsty dog.
He mutters "master, master please mmmAH s'good mmm"
He pushes your panties to his own face, sniffing hard, his eyes go blank and spurts of cum come out, but he can't stop touching himself :( he wants to touch you so bad, he needs to feel your soft sople skin against him, he needs you to tell him that he's a good boy. Pleading to the air, almost crying, he cums once again, his back arched, legs spread open, and his cock tired of his borderline abuse. But he keeps at it until he passes out.
All that and not even once he noticed your gaze from outside his room.
♡
Hey!! I had a little writers block , sorry for the lack of content<33
contains…afab!reader, gn pronouns (90% sure), established relationship, kinda mean dom ayato, sub reader, punishment, shibari, bondage, brief water tentacles, teasing, begging, one face slap, he lifts her chin with his shoe once? degradation, use of pet names (pet, daling), fingers because apparently i have a finger kink, begging, ayato has a big dick i don’t make the rules, cream pie, cumplay, breeding kink, slight overstimulation, minor stomach bulge, praise. whew I think that’s it lmk if i forgot something. unedited bc i’m a whore.
notes…i’m horny for ayato and the face reveal only made it worse. god i want him to spit on me. this man has me wrapped around his finger to the point where he could ask anything of me and i’d do it no questions asked. come to my inbox and thirst over genshin with me
ayato always has high expectations of you, you know that. as both an advisor got the head of the yashiro commission and he’s soon-to-be spouse, there was a certain way with which you were supposed to carry yourself. this was usually not a problem.
the difference today is that today, several of the other people had been pointing fingers at ayato during a meeting. despite knowing full well that they have much more influence than you, the kanjou and tenryou commission claimed that you should be paying retribution as well. that’s when your carefully crafted demeanor started to crumble away. it wasn’t until they started accusing ayato of doing nothing to help the people, that you lost it.
“what would you have had us do against fatui? who, may i remind you, have been helped by you guys?” you jolt out of your seat next to ayato, your chair screeching against the floor as you do so.
“you control the shuumatsuban you should have used that to your advantage! how is it our fault that you’re a bad strategist?”
whirling around to face whatever poor soul has decided to speak up, you point an accusatory finger at them. “yes let us use organization that specializes in stealth as an offensive. how many of our people would you have taken from us then?”
before you can say another word, ayato stands up to address the tri-committee. a strategically placed hand rests in the crook of your neck, his gloved fingers pressing against your skin in warning.
”it seems that we are all a little high strung right now. perhaps it would do us best to take a recess until tomorrow.”
the people in various uniforms nod their heads and eventually people begin to file out.
you keep your gaze situated on the table in front of you even when you and ayato and the only people left standing in the meeting hall. his blue eyes are no doubt focused on you, and you can practically feel the disappointment rolling off of him in waves.
soon enough, under his discerning gaze, your resolve crumbles and you turn to him, eyes still downcast as you inspect the floorboards.
“ayato, i—“
“this is a business affair, is it not?” he wanted you to address him properly. to keep your marriage arrangement out of any officially business. he says it keeps things neater, and he’s right.
“m-my lord, i apologize for speaking out of turn.”
he says acknowledge your words with more than a noncommittal hum before his fingers grip your chin and force you to look up at him.
his eyes are cold when you meet them, and it sends a shiver down your spine. disappointing ayato was your least favorite thing to do, and he knows that too. he knows how hard you try to please him by representing the kamisato clan and the yashiro commission well and he always makes sure to tell you how well you do. of course, this also means that he has no problem with helping to correct your behavior.
“you know what i expect of you, correct?”
you nod your head but his grip tightens.
“yes, my lord.”
“good. and you know that this just now was not it?”
“yes, my lord.”
his hand rests on the nape of your neck as the two of you walk back to the estate. to any outsider, it looks like a man lovingly holding his fiancée close. but the constant pressure reminds you that you have to make up for your transgressions.
ayato closes the doors to his office when you return, and wastes no time in reminding you of your place. the hand behind your neck showers you forward harshly, and you stumble to catch your footing as he pulls his desk chair around to sit in front of you, crossing his legs.
“tell me,” he rests his chin in his hands as he leans forward. “what gave you the idea that you were allowed to lash out like that? are there not strict rules in place to prevent things like that from happening?”
you say nothing, thinking it’s a rhetorical question before he snaps his fingers and points to the ground at his feet. you hastily move forward to kneel before him, head down and hands folded neatly in your lap.
“use your words, pet.”
you whine at the pet name but follow his orders.
“i didn’t like the way they spoke of us, sir. and yes sir, there are rules in place to prevent people from speaking out of turn.”
“good. so if you know that, then why did you continue to speak? are you really so dumb that you can’t follow something so simple?”
“but sir!”
he lifts your chin with the toe of his shoe before you can continue and looks down his nose at you coldly.
“now, not only do i have to punish you, i have to clean up your mess as well,”
there are only a handful of times where you’ve done something to deserve such a punishment, but you know what you’re expected to do.
you remove your clothing and fold it neatly before setting it down on the floor next to his desk. your grab a length of red silk rope from his desk drawer and hand it to him.
ayato has become adept at wrapping rope around your body, tie knots at a speed that shows he’s no stranger to such things. the silk is soft but it still rubs against your skin a little with how tight he ties it. it’s never enough to leave bruises or harm you, but he makes sure that it’s impossible to ignore.
when he finishes he sits down at his desk without another word, and you take that as your signal to go to the corner across from him.
you bend down and make your way across the tatami flooring on your knees. ayato always says it’s because pets who disappoint him deserve to be below him. each move has the rope strung between your legs rubbing harshly against your clit. the sensation has your shifting your hips to both avoid it and trying to stimulate yourself further.
you kneel upright in the corner with your hands behind your head. the dull ache in your knees grows steadily as your arms begin to burn. you sneak a glance at ayato, watching the way his hands move gracefully over the papers before him.
when you feel you mind drifting, something cold and wet slides between your folds. you were no stranger to the way he manipulated water into long appendages and the way he he would have them glide along your skin, teasingly light and fleeting. you can see the corners of his lips curl up briefly before he schools them into neutral indifference again.
you know he’s watching you squirm out of the corner of his eye, enjoying the way he has you in the palm of his hand. one of the watery appendages plays with a nipple, twirling and pulling at the hardened bud. another dips between your legs, the tip of it breaching your heat and causing you to jolt at the cool temperature.
you shift your weight at the intrusion and when ayato sees you wince, he sets aside his work and walks over to you. gentle hands reach out to help you up. he makes quick work of untying the rope that was previously pressing against your skin, fingers brushing against the imprints left behind. when he knows that you’re okay, he presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your eyes.
“are you good to continue?”
you nod your head emphatically, wanting to make him proud. “yes, sir.”
“go sit on the desk with your legs spread.”
the wood is cool against your heated skin and you’re grateful for the reprieve he has given your poor knees after kneeling for so long. ayato always has a keen eye when it comes to sensing your limits.
the head of the kamisato clan approached you, each of his steps resounding in the otherwise quiet room. “you’re dripping all over my desk,” he sneers at you. “though i guess I shouldn’t expect much of a dumb little slut like you.”
gloved fingers tweak your nipples as you arch your back, leaning into his touch. your mouth parts in a breathy moan and the noise doesn’t go unnoticed. ayato pinches the buds harshly before pulling away from you entirely.
“are you enjoying this, pet? you like the way i touch you like nothing but a toy to entertain me?”
“yes! i love it sir.”
he says nothing, only standing back and watching the way your achingly empty count clenches in anticipation, begging to be filled. he can’t wait to fuck his cum into you over and over again, making sure that you fulfill your duty of giving him an heir.
“please,” you whine under his scrutinizing gaze. “want you to touch me.”
a swift hand slaps your cheek. you cry out at the stinging pain left in its wake, cradling the afflicted side of your face as you look up at your lord with tears in your eyes.
“pets who are good for nothing except taking cock speak only when spoken to.” a hand slides down to the heat between your legs, dragging through your folds and collecting your slick on his gloves. “since you want to use your mouth so badly, why don’t you clean up your mess, hm?”
he thrusts his fingers into your mouth and the heady taste of your arousal mixes with the bitterness of his leather gloves. you tongue at his fingers, doing your best to clean up the mess that you’ve left on his desk. his unoccupied hand moves down to your pussy, inserting two fingers without warning. the sensation has you moaning around his fingers but he doesn’t let up. if anything, he doubles his efforts as he seeks out the sensitive spot within your walls. your hips buck against him when his thumb reaches up to tease your clit.
“fuck, what would people think if they saw you now?”
ayato quickly rids himself of his clothing before pulling you to the edge of the desk with him situated between your legs. you feel the head of his cock slip into your heat, and you can’t help but moan. he removes his fingers from your mouth and wraps them around your throat, applying pressure in just the right places to make your head a bit foggy.
“i don’t want to hear a single sound out of you. is that understood?”
he does wait for an answer before he bottoms out, your walls stretching to accommodate his size. he’s long and thick and fills you in a way that has your head spinning and your breath coming out in pants. one of your hands reaches up to wrap around the hand gripping your throat as you look up at him.
a particularly hard thrust causes you to cry out and ayato stops as soon as he hears you.
“since you don’t seem able to listen, maybe i should just use you to get myself off and leave your little pussy here, clenching around nothing.”
he resumes his movements and fucks his length into you like you’re nothing more than a fleshlight for him to empty his load in. you try to move your hips against his own but he changes his rhythm each time you do, denying you the pleasure you so desperately want. ayato also makes sure to avoid that one spot inside of you, making it very clear that your pleasure is inconsequential to him.
he releases your throat and places a hand on your abdomen. “you see this?”
you look down and watch the way his cock moves in and out of you, squirming when he presses down.
“i’m gonna fill your tight little cunt again and again until you give me an heir.”
you notice the way his breaths come out heavier and his hips stutter more frequently, tell tale signs that he’s reaching his end. your hands reach up to wrap around his neck and you press your lips against the sensitive spot in his neck.
ayato let’s out a deep groan as you feel his release. white hot cum coats your insides, and it feels like it just keeps coming and coming.
he makes sure that none of it slips out as he picks you up and carries you to the adjacent bedroom, laying you down on the futon. his hands brush away tears that you hadn’t noticed, and you cling to him as he smiles at you lovingly.
“you did so well for me darling, i’m very proud of you.”
you preen at his praise, finding comfort in the way his hand cups your cheek.
“i’m sorry, ayato. i didn’t mean to disappoint you.”
“i know, i know. you took your punishment so well.”
“wanna cum, ayato,” you plead, moving your hips. his cock is still hard where it rests inside of you, keeping his seed from spilling out.
“are you sure you can handle it darling? we don’t need to.”
“please, want you to breed me. wanna be filled with your cum until it leaks out.”
his eyes darken at your words, and he grunts in acknowledgment before pushing your knees up until they’re practically next to your head.
the angle let’s him reach deeper, hitting your cervix with each thrust. you can’t help but moan his name as he fucks you. his cock hits a spot in you that has you seeing stars, and his hand reaches down to toy with your sensitive bud.
“a-ayato. fuck.” your moans get louder the closer you are to your peak.
“cum for me darling, cream on my cock.”
your vision goes white as wave after wave of pleasure overwhelms you. your ears ring in your pleasure induced daze, and you can vaguely make out ayato’s voice as he continues his assault on your pussy in search of his own end.
the prolonged stimulation has you shying away from the onslaught of pleasure, but strong hands hold you down.
ayato’s hips stutter once, twice, and you feel him cum in you once more.
“you take me so well, look at how full you are.”
true to his words, your stomach distends slightly with how much cum is in you. he’s careful to keep your hips angled when he pulls out to keep any of it from spilling, and hi presses a kiss to your inner thigh.
“you look so beautiful like this, i can’t wait to see you carrying my children.”
Two words, or more accurately, two people: dainsleif and kaeya.
I cannot explain how much i thirst for dain and kaeya is rlly hot too. I just wanna be sandwiched by khanrei'ahns. Maybe help repopulate and all. To make it simple, size kink, lowkey breeding kink and khanrei'ahn men. That is all
Hmmm, you have such great taste.
Nsfw
Dainsleif, Kaeya x reader
Not prof read.
Imagine you're at angel share tabern, there's a party, lots of people, kaeya has you pressed on Dains chest, you're trapped between the two men (not that you would complain) Kaeyas hands roaming your body, and his lips toying with your skin, Dain holds you gently, caressing your hips, pressing them to his erection. Nobody notices the two men smothering you with kisses and hungry kisses. How both men squeeze you in-between them, grinding against you, they're too drunk to even realize what's happening not to far away from them. Both khanreiahn men convince you to go somewhere more private, where both of then can ravish you without a care on the world.
You find yourself in an unknown place, dark and warm, only illuminated by candles and the rays of the moon. The night is silent and clear and you've let these two gentlemen take good care of you<333
.
.
.
Like a bird on a cage your trapped in between them, kaeya being under you, taking control of the situation, his soft hands caress your face, and dains hold your hips in place, all while both their cock's are buried deep inside your cunny<333
"Eyes on me pretty girl, you're doing so well"
Dains hips crash against yours in a delicious phase, so so good there's no way you could control the sounds coming out of you, you're babbling and drooling, fucked stupid.
Is not a surprise after the countless times both men have made you cum, your puffy cunt drooling white, so full, yet you don't want to stop. Always repeating "more moreplease more moremore mmm" and who are they to disappoint their lovely guest, so cute letting them use her<33
"Hmm your keep begging to be filled up over and over again, do you want to carry or kin that bady? Hmm? You're gonna be such a cute mommy"
Kaeyas fingers held your chin delicately, savoring your dark lustful eyes, drinking your needy expressions, your meals were music to his ears, and your supple skin glistening with sweat and tears, your looks alone could make him cum.
Dains hands caressed your back, and his eyes landing on every muscle, until finally landing of your sloppy wet cunt sucking their dicks, not wanting to let go. His hands went to your tummy, pressing firmly on the bump, feeling your shivers. "Ahh- Can you feel us right here? Deep inside of you? MmmYour pretty pussy is gonna give us so many children,...fuck" once again, cum came oozing out of your hole, flooding the sheets underneath you. <33
The three of you ended fucking all night long, ending sound asleep in eachothers arms. <333
laven have u seen ayato oh god he's exactly the kind of man to smile at u, invite u over as a guest, but has chosen u in his mind to help him grow the kamisato clan and line without u even knowing it (he has the resources to keep u sedated and fertile while he makes sure that ur gonna get knocked up with his cum oh sweet archons)
- somno anon
he got officially announced like an hour ago, ayato nation finally won! warning… drugging, dubcon
he’s smiling charmingly at you over tea but your’s is spiked with aphrodisiac. it’d be improper after all for a clan head to be claiming someone without consent, but you’re throwing yourself at him aren’t you? flushed red from how you need to be touched and shyly asking ayato if he can help.. only for him to split you open on his cock, him stroking your stomach as he thrusts in.
“you’ll be a good cum dump for me, won’t you? give me plenty of heirs, take it all inside you.”
you can’t refuse him with how you’re being fucked stupid, just moaning out yes yes yes! everyone in the estate can hear, but they just pretend as if nothing’s going on. after all, once the clan head has chosen a partner, who are they to stop him? he’d fuck you on every surface, he owns it all and has the help clean it, making sure to claim you thoroughly so you can’t ever think of anything but him! <3
Zhongli's whore @zhongliswhore1 - Tumblr Blog | Tumgag
