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Destined for you?

Warnings: Probably OOC

Pairing: Ayato x gn!reader

Notes: I might make another part for this. Also it was somewhat rushed so there might be mistakes in it. Criticism is appreciated.

Celestia controls the threads of fate, weaving destiny into mortal’s lives from the birth of time.

And it seemed that they had woven it into the both of your lives.

The Kamisato clan has a history of being a noble and powerful clan. Though it’s power may have diminished over the years, it is still a respected clan in Inazuma. The two Kamisato siblings inherited their ancestor’s prowess for leading. The Shirasagi Himegimi, Kamisato Ayaka, was the model of perfection, the true ideal of nobility and elegance.

The Yashiro commissioner, Kamisato Ayato, was just as amazing, saving the Kamisato clan from the brink of disaster years ago and becoming the head of the clan at such a young age. Maintaining peace and prosperity is his duty, and according to others, whenever Kamisato Ayato was there, everyone was satisfied. You had only caught fleeting glimpses of him, but he was as handsome and graceful as the rumours had said.

And you? You were a commoner. Working as a gardener in the Kamisato clan.

Well, you couldn’t deny it wasn’t nice. Kamisato Ayaka personally took you in after you lost your Vision was taken from you. Even if you couldn’t remember anything, even if you felt hollow inside, it wasn’t all that bad. You had nice pay and was even allowed to stay at the Kamisato Estate until you got your vision back,

Still, there was a feeling of emptiness in your stomach that wouldn’t go away. You took other people’s advice, wandering around festivals, trekking around Chinju forest, even going back to Kannazuka and just walking there for hours on end till your legs ached and begged for you to stop.

Someone said to you,”Why not go up to the Grand Narukami Shrine and draw a Fortune Slip? You might get a sign that something lucky is going to happen.”

So you did just that. Though it was useless. The Vision Hunt decree would never end, if the Shogun continued to pursue her ideals of an everlasting eternity.

A shrine maiden greeted you as you passed under the last torii gate. You said hello in reply. The shrine maiden at the stall made no attempt to greet you, and just gestured to one of the boxes containing the paper slips. You put your hand in the box and withdrew it once you felt the folded paper between your fingers. It read “Great Misfortune”. Well, fate had made it clear to you that it was hopeless. You were about to throw it away when someone from behind you asked, “Bad luck?” They leaned over your shoulder. “That’s too bad. Why not hang it up on the Fortune slip hanger.Who knows, it might just change your luck!” They strolled up to the counter, pushing their hands into a box and pulling out a Fortune slip. “Aha! Finally! A Great fortune!”

They sauntered away, positively bouncing with excitement. You looked back at your slip, the words great misfortune in bold lettering. Maybe the person was right. Maybe you should hang it up. You moved to the board, finding a free space and putting it there. Well, nothing for you to do here now. So you walked back with the intention of heading back to the Kamisato estate.

The walk back wasn’t particularly long or arduous, but it was strange to see that there were no Nobushi in sight. Not even in the distance. Well, you should've been glad. Without your vision, you couldn’t summon your weapon or fight back. Still, it was strange. There wasn’t even a single hilichurl or slime roaming around.

There was something quite strange about this feeling you had felt, something you could not quite put your finger on.

The bushes rustled and suddenly a samurai came leaping out of it. Five more followed, including two Kairagi. This was it. You had nowhere to run as they circled around you, and no way to fight.

“Hah, we’ve got you surrounded. Now give us everything you own or we’ll have to shake you down ourselves!” The purple Kairgiri said. They started to close in on you, swords up and ready to strike.

“Heh, look at you. No way to defend yourself, no one to come and save you.” The red Kairgiri laughed.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, if I were you.”

A voice spoke, sounding almost amused by the situation. The red Kaigiri turned around to see who the newcomer was. All of the samurai turned to see who he was. You couldn’t see who he was as the samurai blocked your view of him, but you could make out that it was a young man’s voice. The purple Kairgiri spoke again, obviously frustrated with the sudden turn of events.

“Tch, who are you? We were just in the middle of something. Leave now, and we might let you go with all of your bones intact.”

The unknown man sighed. “That would be a shame. Unfortunately, I cannot overlook you threatening one of my employees like this. As for who I am, I’m Kamisato Ayato, otherwise known as the Yashiro commissioner. If you didn’t know.”

A few samurai frantically whispered at this, obviously alarmed. One hissed to the red Kairgiri, “Boss, we should get out of here. It’s not worth it! You know what he could do!”

His boss just laughed at him. “Don’t worry. If we do harm him, then we’ll be the most feared group of samurai in the whole of Inazuma! We’ll be renowned as the strongest bandits in all of Inazuma. Besides, look at him, he doesn’t even have a blade on him. What could he do?”

The samurai pleaded with him. “But boss-”

“Enough! Unless you want to join him. Now, take this other one and watch over her. Don’t let her escape.” He redirected his attention to Kamisato Ayato. “Now, time for you to get crushed!” He charged at him with the other Kairgiri, speeding towards the commissioner. They both raised their giant swords to crash them down on the man. But in a flash, Sir Kamisato was gone.

“I wouldn’t try that if I were you. If you stop now, I would arrest you quietly, and you wouldn’t have to face as many charges.”

The Kairgiri snarled, lunging towards Kamisato Ayato. Ayato smiled.

“Well, if that’s your choice.”

The samurai brought their swords over their heads, the blades roaring with fire and crackling with thunder. But before their swords could even touch him, water, thin and sharp, sliced them, leaving wounds right in their torsos. It left a fine mist in its wake, glistening in the sunlight. The twin Kairgiri gasped and stumbled.

“You! You’ll regret that!” The red Kairgiri came charging back. But the Yashiro commissioner didn’t stop smiling. And just as before, water condensed tightly came rushing at them. And again, they charged. And again, water sliced armour, then flesh. At one point, the other samurai jumped into the chaos in hope of saving their stronger companions, but they met the same fate as them. The samurai lay panting on the ground now, exhausted at what they had endured.

“Well, it seems like this is over now. I hope you don’t mind,” His smile finally faded. “Unless, of course, death would be a more preferable option for you?” The samurai couldn’t say anything, but it was obvious that they had already given up.

“Good. Now,” Sir Kamisato looked at you. “Can you go to the Kamisato estate for help? I won’t be able to take them by myself.”

You nodded, too stunned to reply. As soon as you arrived, you caught the attention of a few samurai there and told them about the fight with the Yashiro Commissioner and the bandits. When you had returned, the bandits were on the ground even now, fighting for breath.

The guards quickly arrested them and put them in handcuffs, taking them into Inazuma city. Sir Kamisato went with them, stating that ‘he would like to accompany them, lest they try to escape’. But before he went, he said this to you,

“Thank you for your help. I believe you work as a gardener in the Kamisato clan. I have a feeling we’ll meet again.”

That was your first meeting with Kamisato Ayato.

Yandere No Sutoka 2.

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Yandere! Ayato Aishi x Male! Reader.

Warnings: Smut, sexual themes, non-con, knife play, oral sex; male receiving, jerking off, ass-eating, rimming, rim jobs, cumming untouched (male).

Summary: Ayato greedily takes advantage of your promise of doing anything he wants.

W/C: 1.7k+

"We... are going to have so much fun..."

You feel the tip of the knife gently trail from the start of your thigh downwards, cutting through the material of the pants while careful to not pierce the skin, the hand on your jaw pulling your head to face the opposite direction. You squeeze your eyes shut in a vain attempt to keep tears from leaking while feeling something soft yet wet press against your cheek, followed by a moan. He licked you. Ayato licked your blood. And he moaned at it.

He moves to lower his body closer, legs between your own to let you feel his stiffening member against your crotch. A sob escapes you as he parts his legs to force yours to follow, having your pants stretching uncomfortably over your clothed cock while he pulls away from you to face you. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” He assures despite the sadistic smile on his face before ducking closer to your ear.

“Not if you do as I say.” He sternly whispers, making you take in shaky breaths. “I promise I’ll even make you feel good.” He changes his tone to a more seductive one, tracing a small lick at the outer side of your ear, making you visibly shiver. “You’ve never done this before, have you?” He asks and you’re quick to shake your head no, hoping that it discourages him to continue.

“Good.” He slowly unbuttons your shirt, a finger trailing over your shivering stomach as he forcefully pulls your pants over your hips after he’s done with your shirt, exposing your underwear while he licks and kisses at the side of your neck. Your hands instinctively go to his shoulders to push him away, but they freeze in place at the reminder of the cold knife tracing down your thigh as he makes work of pushing your pants the rest of the way down, his left forearm placed next to your head to keep his body above yours.

Instead, you settle for fisting his shirt with shaky hands as the pants reach your ankles. “You mind pushing them off for me?” He suggests in an alluring tone in between his kisses against your neck, the knife that carefully slips under the side of your underwear with the sharp tip that gently presses at your skin without yet piercing it reminding you of your situation. You quickly nod your head shakily, slowly moving your feet to gently kick off your shoes followed by his pants, careful to not spite him in any way.

Not long after, he finds the soft spot at your neck, having your mouth opening to let out a muted moan with a pleasure-filled look on your face due to the new feeling. You quickly pull yourself together and close your mouth, brows knitting together in attempt to stay quiet, reminding yourself of the background of your current situation. Ayato chuckles darkly against your neck and takes in a deep breath of your scent, giving you the impression that he knows he found your spot.

You soon find out that it’s due to your hands gripping at his shoulders since kissing the hidden spot on your neck. He kisses down your neck, some being open wet-mouthed until he reaches your chest, pushing your shirt open the rest of the way to expose your torso completely. He continues to leave kisses with occasional bites, moaning at the feeling of the soft skin on your chest on his lips. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s trying to wait, he would’ve already wet his pants from being so close to you.

His lips move to your stomach, moving lower with the same wet trail of kisses, sucking softly at the skin of your lower stomach, feeling it raising with every breath. You raise your head to see him slowly going lower, noticing the knife still securely held in his hand and being forced to put up with the reality of having no way out of the situation; laying on the floor of the dark hall with puddles of blood, walls covered in red and a body laying ten feet away from you with who knows how many more nearby.

You feel him stop with his head between your legs, the curiosity making you look up at him with teary eyes, cheeks starting to prickle in a burning sensation. “May I?” He asks, giving you the false sense of having a choice. You glare at him and his flushed cheeks, laying your head back down only to feel the knife poke at you. Your breath hitches in your throat, knife tracing patterns on the unharmed skin of your thigh, making you question for how long you can keep it intact.

You shakily nod your head at the reminder of the threat, your action filling him with satisfaction. He slips a finger in the waist of your underwear and agonizingly slowly pulls it down and over your length, surprised at the sight. You’re hard. But it’s not your fault, what did he expect? You’d never done anything remotely lewd before, and it’s certainly not your fault that your body’s not in tune with your head, it’s just a natural physical response given your situation.

Your eyes squeeze shut with a small whimper from your lips, the same ones that you waste no time in biting to keep your noises to yourself at the embarrassing situation. Ayato peeks his head up high enough to see your face, and unfortunately, he’s not close enough to your semi-hard length. His hands grab onto your waist with a small squeeze, smirking sadistically before yanking you up to the proper height in which he can sit back on his calves and have your erecting member right at his face…

With a perfect view of the priceless shocked yet scared expression on your face after having let out a yelp at the sudden action. He leans back to support some of your weight onto him rather than placing it all on your upper back, his right arm wrapped over your lower stomach. His free hand sneaks over the front of your thigh and wraps itself around the base of your pulsing member, slowly slipping out his tongue while eyeing you closely, missing the stream of precum that leaks your tip.

You let out a small noise of surprise when he presses his tongue flat on your balls, your eyes shooting open. The more his tongue slowly ascends the length of your cock, the more your mouth drops open and eyes widen at the odd feeling. Your body quickly welcomes the sensation and proceeds to leak more precum from the twitching cock while you still resist, shutting your eyes closed again with your brows knitting together as he reaches the slit of the tip.

His tongue flicks the edge of the tip softly with a light breathy chuckle at the sight of your trembling form, then going to suck at it with his tongue lightly pushing the foreskin out of the way. A small whine instantly leaves your lips followed by tears squeezing past your lids, immediately letting him know of your sensitivity, then again; you had never been played with. He leaves a small kiss and pulls your cock to aim the tip at him, licking over the small opening and moaning at your taste.

It takes everything you have to keep yourself quiet, continuing to deny the pleasure he’s giving you, it would be so much easier to drown it out if it was causing you pain. The wet tongue spreads the liquid around the head and your eyes instinctively widen, a small gasp leaving you. “Ah.” You shakily moan after your face morphs into one of discomfort at the overwhelming pleasure, your thighs twitching from either side of his head.

He leans further back on his calves to rest you on his chest and takes your tip in his mouth, wrapping his lips around it while licking you in his mouth with a moan, swallowing repeatedly to taste you. Decided in making you reach the highest point of your pleasure, he keeps sucking on you with his hand starting to jerk you off in a steady twisting motion, quickly starting to overstimulate you by overwhelming you.

A shout leaves your mouth and pulls his sight to you, seeing your mouth agape and eyes watering from the pleasure, getting him to release you from his mouth to let out a breathy chuckle against you, his hot breath hitting the soaked tip. You start moaning uncontrollably while taking in shaky breaths, feeling yourself letting out another stream of your liquids that lands on your swollen balls, feeling it trail down and between your ass cheeks, reaching the puckered hole.

Before you can react to how uncomfortable it feels, Ayato’s tongue moves to lick between your checks and over the clenched hole. While he licks the trail that managed to escape him, he notices how you suddenly fall silent, having him peeking over your bottom half and taking in the horrid look on your face, eyes wide and mouth agape in shock. He smirks and smiles to himself at the sight and licks another thick stripe over your clenched hole, your body shaking while he continues licking.

Your hands make their way to his knees and grasp harshly at his pants as best as you can, silently pleading him to stop. He lets out a dark chuckle but relents, landing a last lick on your drooled hole and returning to your fully hardened erection, licking and sucking the tip more vigorously than before while incessantly jerking off the rest of your length in a fast pace in the same twisting motion, determined to give you your first orgasm.

You scream loudly with your legs threatening to squeeze around his neck, loud noises of his lips smacking against you nearly being drowned completely by your own, your eyes tearing before you finally feel your balls release in his mouth with a desperate moan. You feel yourself shooting load after load in him with his tongue licking you clean until you finished with an audible sigh.

A loud deep groan echos in the halls with you lazily looking up to see Ayato having pulled away with red cheeks, tears prickling the corners of his eyes and a pleased smile on his face. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment at the lack of your cum around his mouth, indicating you that he swallowed all of it; all of you. He lowers your body with shaky arms and sets you carefully back on the floor, letting you see that he’s soaked his pants.

“We’re not done here yet.”

Yandere No Sutoka 2.

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Yandere! Ayato Aishi x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Smut, sexual themes, non-con, knife play, oral sex; fem receiving, ass-eating, rimming, rim jobs, squirting, cumming untouched (male).

Summary: Ayato greedily takes advantage of your promise of doing anything he wants.

W/C: 1.6k+

"We... are going to have so much fun..."

You feel the tip of the knife gently trail from the start of your thigh downwards, careful to not pierce the skin while the hand on your jaw pulls your head to face the opposite direction. You squeeze your eyes shut in a vain attempt to keep tears from leaking while feeling something soft yet wet press against your cheek, followed by a moan. He licked you. Ayato licked your blood. And he moaned at it.

He moves to lower his body closer, legs between your own to let you feel his stiffening member against your crotch. A sob escapes you as he parts his legs to force yours to follow, having your skirt hiking up while he pulls away from you to face you. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” He assures despite the sadistic smile on his face before ducking closer to your ear.

“Not if you do as I say.” He sternly whispers, making you take in shaky breaths. “I promise I’ll even make you feel good.” He changes his tone to a more seductive one, tracing a small lick at the outer side of your ear, making you visibly shiver. “You’ve never done this before, have you?” He asks and you’re quick to shake your head no, hoping that it discourages him to continue.

“Good.” He pulls off your tie, pushing up your skirt higher until it’s left barely covering your underwear while he licks and kisses at the side of your neck. Your hands instinctively go to his shoulders to push him away, but they freeze in place at the reminder of the cold knife tracing back up your thigh, his left forearm placed next to your head to keep his body above yours.

Instead, you settle for fisting his shirt with shaky hands while the knife carefully slips under the side of your panties, the sharp tip gently pressing at your skin without piercing it. Not long after, he finds the soft spot at your neck, having your mouth opening to let out a muted moan with a pleasure-filled look on your face due to the new feeling.

You quickly pull yourself together and close your mouth, brows knitting together in attempt to stay quiet, reminding yourself of the background of your current situation. Ayato chuckles darkly against your neck and takes in a deep breath of your scent, giving you the impression that he knows he found your spot. You soon find out that it’s due to your hands gripping at his shoulders since kissing the hidden spot on your neck.

He kisses down your neck, some being open wet-mouthed until he reaches your chest, tugging down at the bottom of your shirt to expose the valley of your breasts. He continues to leave kisses with occasional bites, moaning at the feeling of the soft skin on his lips. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s trying to wait, he would’ve already wet his pants at having his face stuffed in your breasts.

His lips detach from your skin and move to your clothed stomach, moving lower with the same wet trail of kisses, untucking your shirt from the skirt and sucking softly at the skin. You raise your head to see him slowly going lower, noticing the knife still securely held in his hand and being forced to put up with the reality of having no way out of the situation; laying on the floor of the dark hall with puddles of blood, walls covered in red and a body laying ten feet away from you with who knows how many more nearby.

You feel him stop with his head between your legs, the curiosity making you look up at him with teary eyes, cheeks starting to prickle in a burning sensation. “May I?” He asks, giving you the false sense of having a choice. You glare at him and his flushed cheeks, laying your head back down only to feel the knife poke at you. Your breath hitches in your throat, knife tracing patterns on the unharmed skin of your thigh, making you question for how long you can keep it intact.

You shakily nod your head at the reminder of the threat, your action filling him with satisfaction. He slips a finger in the bottom of your panties and pulls them aside, surprised at the sight. You’re wet. But it’s not your fault, what did he expect? You’d never done anything remotely lewd before, and it’s certainly not your fault that your body’s not in tune with your head, it’s just a natural physical response given your situation.

Your eyes squeeze shut with a small whimper from your lips, the same ones that you waste no time in biting to keep your noises to yourself at the embarrassing situation. Ayato peeks his head up high enough to see your face, and unfortunately, he’s not close enough to your sopping sex. His hands grab onto your waist with a small squeeze, smirking sadistically before yanking you up to the proper height in which he can sit back on his calves and have your crotch right at his face…

With a perfect view of the priceless shocked yet scared expression on your face after having let out a yelp at the sudden action. He leans back to support some of your weight onto him rather than placing it all on your upper back, his right arm wrapped over your lower stomach. His free hand sneaks between the front of your thighs and pulls your underwear aside like previously, slowly slipping out his tongue while eyeing you closely, missing the new wave of wetness leaving your entrance.

You let out a small noise of surprise when he presses his tongue on top of your hole, your eyes shooting open. The more his tongue slowly ascends to your clit, the more your mouth drops open and eyes widen at the odd feeling. Your body quickly welcomes the sensation and proceeds to leak more slick while you still resist, shutting your eyes closed again with your brows knitting together as he reaches your clit.

His tongue flicks it softly with a light breathy chuckle at the sight of your trembling form, then going to suck at it. A small whine instantly leaves your lips followed by tears squeezing past your lids, immediately letting him know of your sensitivity, then again; you had never been played with. He leaves a small kiss on the bud and moves back to the virgin hole, licking over it in a slow, agonizing manner.

It takes everything you have to keep yourself quiet, continuing to deny the pleasure he’s giving you, it would be so much easier to drown it out if it was causing you pain. The wet tongue slips inside of you and your eyes instinctively widen, a small gasp leaving you. “Ah.” You shakily moan after your face morphs into one of discomfort at the overwhelming pleasure, your thighs twitching from either side of his head.

He leans further back on his calves to rest you on his chest and continues to swallow your fluids, dipping his tongue inside you and bringing it back in his mouth repeatedly to taste you. Decided in making you reach the highest point of your pleasure, he keeps delving into your soft insides with a hand reaching to your clit and mercilessly rubbing harsh circles, quickly starting to overstimulate you.

A shout leaves your mouth and pulls his sight to you, seeing your mouth agape and eyes watering from the pleasure, getting him to let out a breathy chuckle against your core, his hot breath hitting your soaked cunt. You start moaning uncontrollably while taking in shaky breaths, feeling yourself leaking down to between your ass cheeks and reaching the puckered hole, and before you can react to how uncomfortable it feels, Ayato’s tongue moves to lick between your cheeks and over the clenched hole.

While he licks the trail that managed to escape him, he notices how you suddenly fall silent, having him peeking over your bottom half and taking in the horrid look on your face, eyes wide and mouth agape in shock. He smirks and smiles to himself at the sight and licks another thick stripe over your clenched hole, your body shaking while he continues licking. Your hands make their way to his knees and grasp harshly at his pants as best as you can, silently pleading him to stop.

He lets out a dark chuckle but relents, landing a last lick on your drooled hole and returning to your cunt, licking and sucking more vigorously than before while incessantly rubbing at your clit, determined to give you your first orgasm. You scream loudly with your legs threatening to squeeze around his neck, loud noises of his lips smacking against you nearly being drowned completely by your own, your eyes tearing before you finally feel yourself release on him with a desperate moan.

A loud deep groan echos in the halls with you lazily looking up to see Ayato with glistening red cheeks, tears prickling the corners of his eyes and a pleased smile on his drenched face. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment at how you might’ve peed on him but notice the lack of the smell on urine in the air, instead a different odd scent filling your nose, one that could only be described as sex. He lowers your body with shaky arms and sets you carefully back on the floor, letting you see that he’s soaked his pants.

“We’re not done here yet.”

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Part 2: Fem Reader Version - Male Reader Version

Yandere! Ayato Aishi x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Yandere-ism, death, blood, semi predator and prey play, implied sexual activities.

Summary: Based on the game of Yandere No Sutoka.

W/C: 1.6k+

A/N: Inspired by this, and no, it's not porn, just the game (starts at 9:23 mins).

You hold your knees to your face, staying in a ball while sobbing quietly in the darkness of the storage room, shoulders jumping and stomach shivering given the situation. “Oh Senpai…” You hear him call you, awfully close to your hiding spot. You lift your head up from your knees and cover your mouth, trying to calm your breathing while his footsteps echo in the empty, bloody halls, informing you of his proximity.

“Where are you?” You hear Ayato ask in the same sing-song voice from previously. You slowly look up to your right at the blurry window on the door, hearing him slowly closing in, his shadow stopping right at the door. You want to squeeze your eyes shut, look away, anything, but you can’t bring yourself to do so, instead, seeing his dreadful shadow facing the door, pausing in front of it.

You see the silhouette turn around and walk away with the tapping of his shoes after its stop. As soon as he’s out of hearing range, you let out a heavy, shaky breath, asking yourself, how did this happen? How was it possible? For a student, to kill everyone in a school, classmates, teachers, student council, headmaster. All for one person. And keep them in school after sundown, locked with no possible way to escape.

“So you were in that storage room.” You hear his luscious voice state, having heard your breath. You quickly move to the door as quietly as you can, holding the handle, determined to keep the door shut. Tears leak from your squeezed shut eyes, leaving a new wet streak on your cheeks while he walks back to you just as slowly, almost as if taunting you. By the time he reaches the door, you’re trembling in fear, awaiting his forced entry. But it never comes.

“Lets play a game.” He says, voice taking a sadistic turn in his last word. Your eyes open to look at the blurry glass, making out the figure of his face looking down at your own blurry self. You hear something move at your feet and notice a key being slid under the thin gap between the door and the floor before he speaks again. “I’ve hidden ten keys, just for you. These keys, will help you escape, if you’re quiet.” He pauses in a tauntingly.

“I’ll give you to the count of thirty, I even wrote for you which keys they are and gave you the first one. This one’s to your classroom.” He informs, sounding proud of how much of a ‘fair' chance he’s giving you. You hear him walk away and you finally start to loosen your grip on the handle, but still remain alert. You already have one key, he’s giving you a count down, you know the school like the back of your hand, and, this might be your only chance to escape.

You know that if you stay in the storage room, you don’t stand a chance, it’s just a matter of time. You don’t have another choice. You pick up the bloody key, utterly disgusted at the red liquid on it, and cautiously stand up, slowly pulling the door open and peeking out. As soon as you do, you see him no more than 10 feet away, forearms crossed over each other against the wall where he’s face to face with, holding a knife.

He slowly turns his head over to face you with a hazy look on his face and pink-dusted cheeks, lips parted and seemingly inches away from an ahegao face given the pleasure-filled look on his face. “Run along now.” He indicates, and that’s all it takes for you to start. Your class is right around the corner, and surely enough, as soon as you walk in you find the other key right on your desk just as you hear him starting the dreaded count down.

Rather than snatching the key and sprinting away, you’re frozen in place with wide eyes, staring at the blood-written words on your desk. His classroom. The desk smudged in blood makes it difficult, but you finally bring yourself to take it. Without sparing any more time, you run out the classroom, sprinting to the stairs and heading to the floor under you to his class, key resting in his desk as well, the same bloody words indicating you to head to the cooking club with unknown reason.

You met by bumping into him after walking out of said club, apologizing profusely and offering a helping hand. Once again, you dart to your next stop but freeze at the words that enter your ears. “Ready or not, here I come.” His voice echoes above you. You hadn’t even noticed how much time you had spent gawking at your desk, and just now taking into consideration the fact that he knows exactly where you’re going. You quickly kick off your shoes and run downstairs to the cooking club, running much more quietly with just your socks.

Miraculously, you make it to the club with the next key laying on the table, directing you to the photography club, your club, because why wouldn’t someone want to laze around talking about anime and getting to know your fellow club members. Unlike Ayato, you can hear where he is, the tapping of his shoes echoing down the halls, letting you know that just like you, he’s running.

Reaching your club to see a key resting on a manga, you’re indicated to go to the library, the place where you had your first conversation, you asked for his help reaching a book, and though one-sided, it was greatly appreciated. Going down one floor to reach the library, you’re then told to go to the counselor’s office. A bully had framed you for stealing an answer sheet, and Ayato gladly took the fall for you.

You exit the library, looking to your right to scan the hallway, but as soon as you do, you feel something sharp graze your cheek, cutting through the skin, leaving a streak of red in the process before piercing into the wall on your left. “Found you.” Ayato states from the hall on your right, standing halfway through it, leaving you shocked at how he just threw a knife at you.

He starts sprinting towards you, triggering you to run to your next destination, quickly snatching the key in the office while he pulls his knife out of the wall. Instead of heading to your next stop, you run to the set of lockers in front of the office, opening one of them and closing it after hiding inside, desperately trying to calm your breathing right as Ayato stops at the corner of the opened door.

He searches the hall on his left and behind him, staying in place for a few seconds before letting out a sadistic chuckle, followed by an audible breath, quietly walking in the office afterwards, approaching the desk. You decide to take your chances and open the locker as quietly as you can, stepping out as he slowly places a hand on the desk. He quickly looks under the desk with no luck and then snaps his head behind him.

But you’re already gone to the infirmary, where he kindly took you after watching you eat your bento with the headache poison he put. You run down the classroom hall to the sewing room, where you let him sew back together the seam on the side of your shirt. You trusted him so much despite him holding a needle; seemingly harmless, from great damage at least, but that little needle, could leave someone blind, yet you trusted him.

You slide open the door and take the next key, feeling more adrenaline rush through you at the word ‘exit’ written on the sewing machine. You hear his footsteps coming down the hall and decide to hide until he passes. He doesn’t know where you are anymore, and you’d rather keep it that way. You run to the lockers in front of the room and open one of them, only for a body to fall out, the one of said bully.

You let out a scream at the sight, multiple stab wounds on the student’s chest. If Ayato didn’t know where you were then, he does now. He played dirty. “There you are.” His voice says from the start of the hall, making you face him for a split second before taking off in the opposite direction with him following behind. Unfortunately, it’s not long before he catches you.

He doesn’t even let you reach the end of the hall before he takes you from your shoulders and throws you on the floor behind him, pinning you down with knees on either side of your hips while you struggle to keep him from holding your wrists above your head with one hand. “No! PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS!” You desperately cry, refusing to look at him.

“If I can’t have you,” He succeeds in holding your hands above your head, raising his knife in his other one. “NO!” You cry. “No one-” “I’ll do anything you want!” You interrupt, shoulders hunched, facing away and eyes squeezed shut, expecting the final blow that never comes. His hand comes down to hold your jaw, pulling it softly to have you face him, careful to keep the knife from touching you.

“Anything I want?” He asks, getting you to slowly open your eyes, seeing the same look on his face that he had before starting the countdown. You shakily nod with hesitation clear on your face and he lets out a pleasure-filled sigh, tongue nearly lolling out of his mouth. You instinctively face away when he leans down to your unharmed cheek, running his nose over it with a deep inhale, breathing out audibly.

“We… are going to have so much fun…”

On the next level

Tw: Breeding,mating press, vaginal penetration, and mentions of pregnacy. (The long awaited smut)

“I’m home”

“P-please Ayato!”

“P-please Ayato!”

You begged as he continued to hit your cervix. He had your legs on you chest as the rest layed in his shoulders. You weren’t sure what happend since he never fucked you like this,even on your wedding night. “S-slow down,p-please” you begged as it was to much. “Now now,you can take it all since the Kamisato clan needs an heir” Ayato mumbles in your ear. He wanted to see you round with his heir,his and your child. When he was away in the trip some other heads of clans asked him if he had an heir yet. People will know you were his if you were pregnant by him. This made him fasten his pace as his balls hit each time he thrusted. “I’m c-close” you mumbled as you tighten around him. “F-fuck,cum for me dear” Ayato says his eyes filled with lust. Soon the coil in your stomach snapped and you began to squirt as he came in you. He slowly removed himself as cum began to flow out of your pussy. He placed a plug on your pussy to not waste a drop.

Warnings: gn reader, dom/top reader, sub/bottom ayato, masochistic ayato, degradation, spanking, choking

Word count: 979

Just imagine, Ayato teasing you as he works

"Accidentally" brushing up against your crotch when standing next to each other. "Accidentally" rubbing himself against you when walking past you. "Accidentally" grabbing your hand and rubbing it on his crotch--Okay, he isn't even trying to hide it anymore. And it doesn't get any better whenever the two of you are alone.

One time when Ayato was doing his paperwork and got horny again, he started off with the light and subtle touches like he always did. As always, they started to get more and more close to sensual and suggestive touches . It was then that you realized that something about him was...different.

While he was touching you or doing his work(which he was barely even doing), you noticed that his breathing was getting heavier or his face would get pretty red at sometimes. Whenever you would tease Ayato back, he would jump a bit as the blush on his face spread wider.

Now of course, you knew that something was up.

While you didn't know exactly what was going on, you could tell that Ayato was fidgety to to some form of pleasure. So like normal, you'll find out what's going. "Hey, Ayato, stand up real quick," you tell him. "I want to check something."

When he's standing, a confused look on his face, you suddenly grab his dick through his clothes, a loud yelp coming out of Ayato's mouth. Since you didn't feel anything there, you quickly felt up his ass, pushing your fingers towards his hole.

There it was! A buttplug!

Before Ayato could complain, you began pressing down harshly on the plug, causing him to let out a long whine as he grabbed onto your clothes. That's when you realized, Ayato had a small controller hidden inside his hand. So not only did he keep a buttplug inside of him, but a vibrating one and would turn it on from time to time.

Ayato was still clinging on to you as you kept prodding at the plug in his hole. Before he could speak up, you stopped touching him and told him to give you the remote he had in his hand. Being the natural brat he is, Ayato just smirked at you, asking what you would do if he refused. Pissed off, you grabbed his jaw harshly, forcing him to look at you. Ayato let out a needy moan at your behavior, causing you to roll your eyes

Asking once again in a not-so-kind tone, Ayato finally gave up the vibrator, his fidgeting motions coming back as he anticipated what was going to come next. You forcefully bend Ayato over his desk, earning a gasp from him. Quickly, you pull down his pants to reveal a purple plug inside of his ass.

"Now dear, I want you to count to 10 for me. Every slap counts as one. If you mess up I'll start over," you say, getting your hands ready. Ayato nods, shivering in anticipation. He loved being spanked. A little too much. But what he didn't know was that you weren't only planning on spanking him.

As Ayato prepared himself for your harsh blows, you turned on the vibrating plug in his ass to a high setting. Ayato's eyes widened as a string of moans left his mouth, not at all expecting the pleasure he was experiencing. While he was distracted, you planted a firm slap on his ass

*SMACK*

Ayato let out a loud, sultry moan as he felt the sharp pain on his ass, the vibrator only aiding his feelings of pleasure

But he didn't count.

"Ayato, dear, what did I say?"

"T-to--ahn! To count for every slap!", his words were interrupted by a moan from the plug still acting up inside of him.

"Okay then. Let's start all over again"

*SMACK*

Your hand cracked down on him again with no warning.

"O-one! Mhnn..."

"*SMACK*

"HyaaAHH! TwooO!"

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

"UnnNGH! OH--T-three! F-f-four, hahh,"

Ayato was beginning to lose his reasoning despite only being on his fouth spanking, but the spanking plus the vibrator in his ass were making his mind swirl with dangerous thoughts.

Every slap had his eyes crossing, a little drool coming out of his mouth as he couldn't keep his lewd mout shut. The slaps had him convulsing everytime; he felt like his nerves were on fire!

*SMACK*

That was the last spanking that Ayato could take

"O-OHH♡♡ HAHHNGH♡ Y-Y/N! CUMMING♡"

Ayato came with a loud cry, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he rutted against the table, milking every last bit of cum out of his useless dick

You just stand there, looking at Ayato with disappointment and disgust as he continued to whine as he rides out his orgasm

When he finally quiets down, he makes a feeble attempt at an apology but is quickly cut off by you grabbing him by the throat. You pull him up pressing your chest against his back. Ayato grabs at your hands because of the pressure on his throat, only causing you to tighten your grip.

"You know, Ayato. You just made me really angry. You came while I was punishing you? I never took you for such an eager whore." Ayato let out a choked whine at your words and your unforgiving grip on his throat. His eyes began to roll back into his head as black spots began dancing in front of his eyes, a small grin forming on his face.

"Look at you dear. You're even smiling, like the masochist you are. Don't worry though, I love playing with little sluts like you." Ayato finds himself cumming again from your name-calling and the crushing feeling on his throat. Ayato couldn't even think properly! All he knew that he belonged to you, and was your masochistic whore that loves any kind of pleasure or pain you make him feel♡

Warnings: gn reader, dom/top reader, sub/bottom ayato, masochistic ayato, degradation, spanking, choking

Word count: 979

Just imagine, Ayato teasing you as he works

"Accidentally" brushing up against your crotch when standing next to each other. "Accidentally" rubbing himself against you when walking past you. "Accidentally" grabbing your hand and rubbing it on his crotch--Okay, he isn't even trying to hide it anymore. And it doesn't get any better whenever the two of you are alone.

One time when Ayato was doing his paperwork and got horny again, he started off with the light and subtle touches like he always did. As always, they started to get more and more close to sensual and suggestive touches . It was then that you realized that something about him was...different.

While he was touching you or doing his work(which he was barely even doing), you noticed that his breathing was getting heavier or his face would get pretty red at sometimes. Whenever you would tease Ayato back, he would jump a bit as the blush on his face spread wider.

Now of course, you knew that something was up.

While you didn't know exactly what was going on, you could tell that Ayato was fidgety to to some form of pleasure. So like normal, you'll find out what's going. "Hey, Ayato, stand up real quick," you tell him. "I want to check something."

When he's standing, a confused look on his face, you suddenly grab his dick through his clothes, a loud yelp coming out of Ayato's mouth. Since you didn't feel anything there, you quickly felt up his ass, pushing your fingers towards his hole.

There it was! A buttplug!

Before Ayato could complain, you began pressing down harshly on the plug, causing him to let out a long whine as he grabbed onto your clothes. That's when you realized, Ayato had a small controller hidden inside his hand. So not only did he keep a buttplug inside of him, but a vibrating one and would turn it on from time to time.

Ayato was still clinging on to you as you kept prodding at the plug in his hole. Before he could speak up, you stopped touching him and told him to give you the remote he had in his hand. Being the natural brat he is, Ayato just smirked at you, asking what you would do if he refused. Pissed off, you grabbed his jaw harshly, forcing him to look at you. Ayato let out a needy moan at your behavior, causing you to roll your eyes

Asking once again in a not-so-kind tone, Ayato finally gave up the vibrator, his fidgeting motions coming back as he anticipated what was going to come next. You forcefully bend Ayato over his desk, earning a gasp from him. Quickly, you pull down his pants to reveal a purple plug inside of his ass.

"Now dear, I want you to count to 10 for me. Every slap counts as one. If you mess up I'll start over," you say, getting your hands ready. Ayato nods, shivering in anticipation. He loved being spanked. A little too much. But what he didn't know was that you weren't only planning on spanking him.

As Ayato prepared himself for your harsh blows, you turned on the vibrating plug in his ass to a high setting. Ayato's eyes widened as a string of moans left his mouth, not at all expecting the pleasure he was experiencing. While he was distracted, you planted a firm slap on his ass

*SMACK*

Ayato let out a loud, sultry moan as he felt the sharp pain on his ass, the vibrator only aiding his feelings of pleasure

But he didn't count.

"Ayato, dear, what did I say?"

"T-to--ahn! To count for every slap!", his words were interrupted by a moan from the plug still acting up inside of him.

"Okay then. Let's start all over again"

*SMACK*

Your hand cracked down on him again with no warning.

"O-one! Mhnn..."

"*SMACK*

"HyaaAHH! TwooO!"

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

"UnnNGH! OH--T-three! F-f-four, hahh,"

Ayato was beginning to lose his reasoning despite only being on his fouth spanking, but the spanking plus the vibrator in his ass were making his mind swirl with dangerous thoughts.

Every slap had his eyes crossing, a little drool coming out of his mouth as he couldn't keep his lewd mout shut. The slaps had him convulsing everytime; he felt like his nerves were on fire!

*SMACK*

That was the last spanking that Ayato could take

"O-OHH♡♡ HAHHNGH♡ Y-Y/N! CUMMING♡"

Ayato came with a loud cry, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he rutted against the table, milking every last bit of cum out of his useless dick

You just stand there, looking at Ayato with disappointment and disgust as he continued to whine as he rides out his orgasm

When he finally quiets down, he makes a feeble attempt at an apology but is quickly cut off by you grabbing him by the throat. You pull him up pressing your chest against his back. Ayato grabs at your hands because of the pressure on his throat, only causing you to tighten your grip.

"You know, Ayato. You just made me really angry. You came while I was punishing you? I never took you for such an eager whore." Ayato let out a choked whine at your words and your unforgiving grip on his throat. His eyes began to roll back into his head as black spots began dancing in front of his eyes, a small grin forming on his face.

"Look at you dear. You're even smiling, like the masochist you are. Don't worry though, I love playing with little sluts like you." Ayato finds himself cumming again from your name-calling and the crushing feeling on his throat. Ayato couldn't even think properly! All he knew that he belonged to you, and was your masochistic whore that loves any kind of pleasure or pain you make him feel♡

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