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Spring is just around the corner and with the arrival of spring comes the rebirth of life in Inazuma. The sharp cold slips away and is replaced by the warming sun and grassy fields. Animals come from their winter homes to roam the lands once again and the plants gather the strength to grow in this new season. This period is when the precious sakura blossoms start to bloom again. The people celebrate its arrival by worshipping the beloved Thunder Sakura along with the Almighty Narukami Ogosho. A great festival takes place when the first blossoms of the Thunder Sakura fall - a sign of the Narukami Ogosho’s eternal protection over the people and the coming of a beautiful spring. Events like these are usually managed by the Yashiro Commission since they handle all the cultural events in Inazuma, which means that these duties fall on Kamisato Ayato and his sister.
While Kamisato Ayaka keeps up appearances and the relations between the other two commissions, Ayato is the one mostly doing the planning—another role that he took over from his late father. As his assistant, you were there to help keep everything in order. It was a busy time for the whole commission so everyone had to do their part—even if you had to force Ayato to do his.
You shifted the weight of papers in your arms and knocked on the door to his study, silently praying to the Archons that he was in the room and not off somewhere with that oni guy or messing with poor Thoma, “Lord Kamisato? Are you in there?”
“Yes, unfortunately,” He said depressingly, “Come in.”
You entered the room and immediately spotted Ayato sitting at his desk, holding his head and currently nursing a cup of tea. All sorts of documents were scattered and stacked on the desk, so much that you could barely see the wood. You felt kinda bad about adding more to his workload, but these papers needed to be approved. He looked up at you then at the stack of papers in your arms then gracefully laid his head on the desk, groaning loudly.
“And what are those for?” He questioned, his voice muffled by the desk.
You placed the heavy stack down with a thud, “These are documents from the merchants who brought us the lantern materials from Liyue and these are papers from Naganohara Fireworks requesting more ore for the fireworks creation and these are papers from Kujou Sara—”
“That’s enough! I’m going to lose my mind if I look at another piece of paper. The words are all blurring together.” Ayato complained.
You rolled your eyes at his dramatics leaning against the desks as he turned to face you, “With all due respect, Lord Kamisato, if you hadn’t mysteriously disappeared for six hours yesterday and had changed the time of our…activities the day before to a later date then maybe you would be able to see some wood on your desk.”
“First of all, no comment on the six hours—that will stay a secret. Second of all, our activities are my favorite time of the week and I would not give up on that. I can only resist you for so long,” He sent you a mischievous smile, one that held no shame in what he was saying.
You nearly choked in surprise, clearing your throat awkwardly and willing the feeling of embarrassment away. You knew he wanted a reaction from you and now was not the time for him to get distracted—not when the festival is weeks away. The Yashiro commission can not afford any more delays. Literally and figuratively.
“Well these documents do need to get done,” You started to tidy up his workspace, moving his teacup to sit on top of a small bookshelf and clearing any finished documents from the desk, “If you want I can bring some of these to Lady Ayaka. She would be happy to help you diminish the workload.”
Ayato shook his head, “My sister doesn’t need to stress herself more than she already does. I know if I told her about all of this she would push herself to complete all of her duties and mine. As her older brother and the leader of the Yashiro Commission, I can’t allow that to happen.”
“Have my lectures finally taught you something Lord Kamisato?”
“You mean the same lectures I purposely ignore?” He teased, wiping the smile straight off your face.
He laughed heartily at your pouty expression and you grumbled, “One of these days I will quit.”
“ I believe that day will never come, you love being here, but you don’t like to admit it hmm?” He tilted his head, resting it on his hand as he looked at you expectantly.
You couldn’t really argue with him about that. You loved being here in Inazuma and it was a different experience from your homeland. Even if the beginning of your stay here was rough, arriving in the land of electro with barely anything, you learned to appreciate the beauty and culture of Inazuma. You loved the people you got to meet and the numerous experiences that you gained from working for the commission. Despite the fact that Kamisato Ayato is a charming yet strange man, you could tell that he cares for everyone that works under his command.
“I can’t disagree,” You sighed.
”Of course, you couldn’t.” He chuckled and reached out to take hold of one of your hands, interrupting your paper sorting, and brought it to his lips. He placed soft kisses across your knuckles which filled you with butterflies and amusement, “I take such good care of my beloved assistant after all.”
You raised an eyebrow, “Aha, I believe it’s the other way around Lord Kamisato.”
“Oh ho! Is that a challenge? Are you challenging me, Baby?” A smirk grew on his lips, sending shivers down your spine.
“It’s not a challenge if it’s true, admit it you'd be lost without me.”
“Then let me prove you wrong,” That was the only warning you received when he suddenly knitted his fingers between yours and pulled you towards him. You let out a surprised yelp at the action, landing clumsily onto his lap and his arm slotted around your waist, “Looks like you’ll be trapped here for a while, hopefully, you don’t have any plans.”
With the feeling of butterflies spinning around in your stomach and how deliciously deep his voice had gotten, it didn’t help your flustered situation. You couldn’t believe what he wanted to do…it now of all times —especially with the festival on the horizon. You gasp as his lips press against yours, soft yet demanding. Your lips moved against his and kept the kiss at a slow and passionate pace—tossing your arms over his shoulders to draw you both closer. His cool hands slipped underneath your shirt causing you to shiver. You felt his thumb draw circles into your sides and your body relaxed against his familiar touch.
Ayato was like one of those sea sirens you read when you were smaller you concluded in your mind. A force that’s hard not to get swept away by. Even if this…relationship was unprofessional, it was hard to resist the siren's call when it’s aimed at you.
“Mmm…Ayato,” You mumbled against his lips in between the hurricane of kisses he was attacking you with, “You do know we have a meeting in 15 minutes?”
“15? I only need ten. Don’t give me that look, I just can’t get enough of you.” He gave you one last kiss on the lips before moving you to completely straddle him. You could feel his growing cock beneath your ass, not so subtly twitching in the man’s pants. A clear sign of his excitement.
At this point, with the heat pooling into your stomach, you couldn’t help but be under his spell, “Fine, you have to make this quick.”
He didn’t waste any time to start attacking your neck, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses downwards. Each spot that his lips brushed against made your skin tingle and you left out a breathy moan at the sensation. Ayato then trailed back up, but the kisses soon became harder and harder and you knew that hickeys were going to cover your neck.
“I love it when you kiss my neck,” You groaned and you could definitely feel him smirking against your skin. The bastard.
Ayato loved leaving marks on you, loved claiming you so everyone knew you were his even if they didn’t know per se. He takes great delight when the other members bring it up—teasing that you do have a love life after all. He attacked your weak spot causing a sharp moan to escape your throat and you tilted your head more to give him better access.
You decided to move your hips against his, grinding your ass against his hard dick. You smile when you hear him curse loudly against your neck and pull you even closer. He started humping you from below as you set the rhythm. However, it still wasn’t enough.
One of his hands was tangled in your hair while the other was slowly moving downwards, fingers dancing across your skin. The skin burned in his wake and you wanted nothing more than for him to touch you. Not a moment longer, his fingers reached into your clothes and teasing touched your hole. You jerked in response, hips rolling to meet his fingers that were oh so talented in pleasing you. You were disappointed he skipped right over your sex, but the feeling wasn't unwelcomed. You both moaned at the shared electricity. He continued to massage your entrance as you tried to press against him.
“Your legs are trembling~ Does it all feel good?” He whispered in your ear.
You nodded your head, too lost in the feeling to respond with words. Who could blame you? He was just too skilled in these situations, always rendering you speechless.
“Use your words, Baby.”
“It feels—nghh.. it feels good. Don’t you dare stop!” You threatened.
Ayato is the biggest tease in Inazuma and you learned on multiple occasions how he likes to rile you up and then pull away, leaving you hot and bothered until you have to take care of it yourself. You can tell that brings him great amusement—the asshole.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Ayato chuckled at your response, kissing your lips again. He then removed his hands and mouth from your body. The coldness of the room hit you again and you whined in protest at the loss of heat and pleasure. He moves to bend you over the desk, sliding papers away with no care in the world because you were the most important thing at the moment.
Ayato would never admit it out loud of course, but he does hold special feelings for you. Why do you think he chose you out of all people? He’s not the kind of man to just sleep around with everyone —only with people who have this spark that he’s looking for. You are that spark. At first, he suggested this as a fling to just pass the time, but then you grew on him —piqued his interest—and changed his world. Ayato would find himself wanting to spend time with you, watching you as you fulfill your duty as his secretary, and wanting to know more about the foreigner who took him by surprise. He is going to court you no matter what others say, however, he has to first build up the confidence to. However, he is confident in his ability to pleasure you.
He pulled your bottoms off and threw them somewhere on the ground with the rest of the forgotten documents. He turns to open one of the draws and pulls out a bottle of slime condensate. You watch with impatient eyes as he pours some into his hands and infuses it with a bit of his hydro power. His fingers circle your entrance before they enter and damn it felt like you were ascending to Celestia. Ayato watched as you threw your head back, drinking in every single reaction of yours like a drunk.
“Oh Baby, you don’t even know what you do to me, do you? Those pretty noises you make, your expression, how greedily your body wants me—it all makes me want to fuck you and never stop.” His eyes glowed in lust as his fingers continued to stretch you out.
Your back arched against him as he finger fucked you, mouth gasping as your hands gripped the desk painfully tight. While his right hand was busy, his left hand was busy sliding up your shirt to squeeze and twist your achy nipples. Ayato quickly looked at the clock before cursing slightly to himself. He sped up the pace, causing your moans to grow in intensity. His fingers twisted in a certain direction and you jolted as his tips grazed against your sensitive area. You pushed against him, head thrown back in clear bliss. Heat burned and boiled underneath your skin and you were sick of him teasing you like this.
“Ayato— fuck please I’m—hnng…I’m ready, hurry up,” You panted, wiggling your ass against his fingers.
“I love hearing you moan my name.” He leans forward to kiss you deeply, biting your lip as he recedes, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make you feel good. Just focus only on me.”
He moves to pull his dick out of his pants and damn…it still amazes you every time you look at it. He was a bit larger than average—small thin veins running down his thick shaft and the tip was pink and covered in precum. Your hole was clenching in excitement at the thought of his cock entering inside you. He poured some more of the slime condensate onto his hands and pumped his dick a few times to cover the length in slick.
Ayato’s lustful gaze reached your eyes and your breath caught in your throat at the sight of the feral glow in his eyes. The man was so beautifully dangerous. He rubs his tip at your entrance, smearing the beads of precum around your hole, before finally sticking his cock in. You both groaned in pleasure as your walls clenched around him—filling you up so perfectly. Even though Ayato did his best to stretch you out there’s still a slight pain but you ignored it. The urge to get fuck was way more prominent than a little pain. A shiver racked his body as he fully bottomed out inside of you. The curses fell from his lips like a sailor’s.
“Fuck baby, shit—ah you’re so tight. I’m going to start moving alright? You feel so fucking good I can’t control myself.”
“Move— nghh please, don’t be gentle!” You whimpered.
Ayato slowly pulled out, the grip on your hips tight, before slamming his cock back in and…damn you were ascending to Celestia. He continued fucking you, groaning and praising you for how good you are. His pace was quick with a sense of urgency behind his moments— hips snapping sharply here and there. You could only just lean on the desk as Ayato continues to abuse your greedy hole. The intensity of the heat was nearly boiling, sweat budding on your skin, and the noises—Celestia the noises— were driving you crazy. Your ears were hyper-aware of all the sounds Ayato makes even if your head was clouded over from being drunk on his cock.
Glancing back, his hair was falling into his face and sticking to his forehead and only helped to show how beautifully imperfect he is. You knew the pressure that was put upon him ever since becoming the head of the commissions and seeing him like this, his face twisted into a wonderful combination of lust and combination as he hammered relentlessly into you, making butterflies flutter in your stomach.
Ayato suddenly stopped, pulling out of you as he moved you to lay on the desk with your legs spread towards him. This knocked even more papers onto the ground but you both didn’t care at all. You pulled your top-up to your chest as he gave your ass a nice slap. He guided his cock back into you and went back to work. The pace was faster—less controlled and more of a rut. The feeling felt like overload under your skin and the harder Ayato slammed into you and hit that special spot, the more explosive it became. You could feel your orgasm growing closer and closer with each thrust and you can tell that Ayato wasn’t far behind.
“I’m close—ngah Ayato!” You whimpered, the feeling continuing to build in your gut and wrapping your legs tightly around his midsection.
“That’s it, cum. Cum for me baby…mmm–”
Your body trembled as your climax slammed into you—pleasure flooding your senses and cooling the unbearable heat. Ayato watched as your face twisted in pure ecstasy, eyes shut and your mouth hanging open in a loud cry of release. A sight he would never get tired of no matter how many times he sees it. Your hole squeezed so tight around him that he could barely pull out in time, cumming on your stomach with the last few strokes and a drawn-out groan. You both were a sticky mess but satisfied with each other. Ayato leans down to capture your lips in a final passionate kiss as you both come down from cloud nine.
However your afterglow was cut short when the clock suddenly struck three and you two broke apart, staring at each other as you both remembered the impending meeting that they should have arrived at 15 minutes ago. Shit hit the fan and you were sprouting panic-filled curses like a mad man as you dug through the drawers to find something to clean yourselves with.
“Ten minutes my ass! Now we’re going to be late!” You hastily wiped yourself off with a crumpled piece of paper. That was sadly all you could find nearby in your chaotic search.
“It’s fine, we can just say time ran over with another client,” Ayato reassured, wiping his soft cock with a cloth before tucking himself back in his pants.
You scrambled for your bottoms, rushing and struggling to put them on and nearly falling down in the process, “Like they would believe that, It would be so obvious when they just look at us!”
“That’s why I will arrive first since I am the most presentable out of the two of us. Don’t worry I’ll entertain them until you arrive, my precious assistant.” He said cheerfully, shooting you a bright smile.
Your panic and frustrations waivered and perhaps that wasn’t such a bad idea at all. It sure gives you enough time to get yourself back to a presentable state and as well as the study in case someone walks into this disaster. You glanced around at the mess you both made before sighing loudly, “Alright go ahead, let me try to straighten up some of this before I leave as well.”
Ayato’s eyes brightened and damn he looked cute with that adorably pleased expression on his face. He hurried to the mirror, doing some last few touches to his appearance by straightening his clothes and brushing back his bangs. You began picking up the scattered documents on the floor before you caught sight of your neck in the mirror. You grew flustered as you started counting the marks— along with the new additions he gave you.
“How the fuck did you manage to cover me in this many hickies?!”
Ayato laughs heartily, pulling you in for a short peck on the lips before dancing out the room like the mischievous asshole he is. He left you standing there with your heart fluttering like a mad man and a growing smile on your lips. You shook your head in amusement, this man was going to be the death of you.
You were too far gone to escape the Siren’s charm.