#nycto reqs

“Oh?” you asked giddily, but even though his request made your heart race to the point you wanted to hop into his lap you held yourself back, knowing his paperwork had built up to this point because he’d rather spend his time doing you than doing it. “But your work for the day isn’t finished yet and…” Your voice trailed off, unable to produce much more of an argument than that. Your mind was in the mood for justifications more than arguments, anyways.

And Ayato knew just from the tone in your voice and blush on your face. You felt one of his fingers swirl around the backside of your hand, the cloth of his glove tickling your skin slightly. “Now, now, I’m a quick eater. Unless, of course, you packed dessert,” he said before taking hold of your hand and bringing it to his lips for a kiss.

You couldn’t take it any longer, the responsible façade leaving promptly—per usual when you two were together—and you responded in a hushed tone, “Well, while I didn’t pack dessert… I can be a decent substitute for the real thing…”

“Only decent? Don’t sell yourself short, darling, you’re sweeter than any dessert I’ve ever had.” His compliment made your brain foggy and you barely registered when he pulled you in front of him, his desk now directly behind you. “Here, just mind the papers.” he asked as you propped yourself up onto his desk with his help, “I’d rather not have to restack them, but if you mess them up, I’ll just have to punish you later for it.” His words had an air of playfulness to them, but the mere thought of Ayato punishing you made you squeeze your thighs together, a familiar warmth spreading in your lower abdomen.

“I didn’t lock the door, so we have to stay quiet,” you warned as he helped you undress, his hands tracing across your bare thighs and making you shiver.

He graced your worries with a careless chuckle, “Must we? Because seeing the retainers’ faces after hearing you scream my name would be quite a joy.”

Before you could even formulate a retort to his snide comment, he parted your legs and pressed his lips to your pussy, sliding his tongue up your folds in a teasing motion. He relished in the surprised and unstifled gasp he earned from his actions. Your legs instinctively rested on his shoulders as his tongue circled around your clit slowly, purposely making your body tense every time he got close to licking the needy bud. You let out a frustrated little sigh and his head bobbed from a soft snicker, his hot breath against your bare skin only making you squirm more along with the anticipation he was creating. Finally, he flicked his tongue over your clit, appreciating the stifled moan you gave him in return. Your fingers entangled themselves in his light blue locks as he pressed his face further into you so that he could now suck your clit intensely, enjoying how wet you were becoming from his mouth alone.

You pulled his hair slightly when the warmth from your clit vanished, a whine escaping your parted lips. You could feel him grin against you as he pressed his tongue back to your folds, pushing past them to lap at your entrance before diving his tongue inside of you as far as it’ll go. “Mmm ayato...” your head fell back as you moaned his name softly which was fuel to his movements, his lapping and thrusting becoming quicker from your sounds. You squeezed your legs around his head, shifting your hips to help guide his mouth where you wanted it. While your pants and hushed groans were quite an encouragement to his ears to keep on fucking you with his tongue, he wasn’t ready for you to cum just yet, not when dessert was right around the corner. Indeed, he wanted more of you.

He pulled away from in-between your legs, even though your needy little whimper caused him some hesitation. “We won’t be apart for long,” he said, causing you to lift your head to look at him. You noticed how your juices had completely coated his lips, a little embarrassed how quickly he had made you sopping wet; however, your embarrassment vanished when he hungrily grabbed your hips and pulled you in for a heated kiss. The mix of your own juices and his taste was intoxicating to the point where you craved more, pressing your tongue against his lips until he let you in. While your tongues continued to lap at the sweetness of one another, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you off his desk and onto his lap in one quick and smooth motion. The movement broke the kiss, but he made up for it by nibbling on your jawline before licking down your neck, stopping to suck near the base of your neck as he fiddled with his pants. While you were occupied with the mark he was leaving on your neck, you suddenly gasped, focusing sharply upon feeling the tip of his cock slide against your pussy. As he finished leaving a light pink mark on your neck, he started repositioning the tip of his cock to be directly underneath your entrance. His other hand kept you busy by fondling your ass, then sliding to your thighs, and then moving upward, feeling you up while you collapsed underneath his touch. You felt the tip of him again, this time prodding directly into your entrance, threatening to plunge deep inside you. He held onto the base of his cock with one hand, looking at you with soft eyes while asking, “Ready?”

“Yes,” you muttered, biting your lip before quickly adding, “but I’m worried I might not be able to stay quiet…”

He nodded in understanding before bringing a hand to the back of your head, gently pulling you forward so that your torso was entirely leaning against him, “Here,” he instinctively moved his head to the side for you, “If you cannot contain your sounds, then please press your mouth against the nape of my neck. And if you’re going to be very loud, feel free to bite down.”

“But I don’t want to hurt you—”

He stroked the back of your head lovingly, kissing the top of your ear before whispering, “I will be fine, my dear. When you are with me, you need not ever worry.” His words made you weak in the knees, but the feeling of his leaking cock starting to push inside you made your whole body stiffen and your eyes widen. Without another moment’s hesitation, you buried your face in his neck as he spread your wet entrance. “You’re so tight, try to relax for me,” he said, his voice not even shaking while all you could do was whisper cuss words and his name repeatedly against his neck. He helped guide you down onto him while he pressed his hips upward into you, stretching your walls around his size before coming to rest fully within you. The side of his neck that muffled your noises was now wet from your warm breath and you braced for the first thrust, never fully able to ready yourself enough for his size to begin moving within you. He didn’t give you long to wait and nearly pulled entirely out of you before bucking back inside. Unable to take it quietly, you quickly sank your teeth into his flesh before a sharp cry echoed throughout the silent office. You heard a very soft and low growl come from Ayato as he felt your teeth sink in, but it barely affected his movements at all. His thrusts were tantalizingly slow at the start, but he made sure to push as deep as he could each time, causing you to tremble against him. His speed picked up once you started to loosen up, the tenseness that was once there leaving in favor of your body practically melting into his.

Hesitantly, you let go of his neck, leaving behind teeth marks as you moved back to see his face. “Hm? Feeling quite confident that we’re not going to be too loud, are we?” he teased, raising his eyebrows at your bold decision while restrained smutty noises came out of you with every thrust, but they weren’t loud enough to be heard outside the office—at least, you hoped they weren’t. His tone was still somehow as smooth as before even while he continued to fuck you hard; however, there was a slight breathlessness to it now. The corners of his mouth twitched into a small grin but stayed parted just enough so that you could hear his own heavy breathing mixing with your own. You looked into his eyes, clouded by lust, and couldn’t help but begin moving your body along with him, pressing your hips down in time with his thrusts. The feeling of his cock beginning to throb within you was good but hearing otherwise quiet Ayato finally let out a grunt was oh so nice to the point you wanted to hear it again.

It took you multiple attempts to talk, for every time you opened your mouth Ayato would buck particularly hard into you, enjoying how he could make you stutter, “I—nnng—wa—aaahh—nted to see your... fffuuuck—f-face, I mean.” You wondered if he could even understand your words between the bitten-back moans and stammering, but when you finished speaking, he let out a beautifully soft moan in response that only made you wetter.

His hand went between your legs, swirling your clit underneath a gloved finger while his other hand went to the back of your head, pulling you into a kiss before sighing against your lips fondly, “See? You really are the sweetest.” he, however, knew what you were trying to do and as punishment—or as a reward—he rammed up particularly hard into you unexpectedly at the same time you pressed your hips down to meet him. You choked on your own breath upon feeling how deep his cock went, your vision blurring for a moment afterward as he watched you struggle to keep your voice down.

Afterward, he kept a consistent and perfect rhythm while your movements were starting to get sloppier the more undone you became. Your nails dug into his shoulders as each thrust, each touch of your clit, and every noise from him now threatened to push you over the edge. You began to feel hotter by the second until your breath hitched and, unable to hold it in any longer and no time to push your face to his neck again, you screamed his name—but to your surprise his hand covered your mouth in anticipation, muffling your scream and the blissful moan that came afterward. “Remember, you said we had to stay quiet…” his breathless words sounded quite fuzzy and distant to you as your pussy spasmed around his cock, but you breathed a soft sigh of relief from him saving you from the embarrassment of having everyone in the Kamisato Estate hear you cum.

Hearing his muffled name be screamed against his hand almost caused him to peak, but he wasn’t quite there yet. Now cradling you in his arms, his thrusts became faster. His movements lost any sense of rhythm after seeing you cum and feeling you twitch around his cock. His panting and tensed-up body now contrasted your steadied breathing and relaxed body as you began coming down from your own high. Now, you were just trying to bring about his, grinding your hips against his cock, wanting to bring about the same blissfulness he caused you. Suddenly, he curled into you, purposely muffling his own final moan against your shoulder as he finished deep inside you, coating your already wet walls with his own orgasm.

With Ayato still in his own euphoric state and his cock softening, you lifted yourself up just enough so that he could pull himself out. A combination of both your releases dripped down your inner thighs, but you’d worry about cleaning up later. He pulled his pants up just before you sat back down in his lap, leaning into him, missing his warmth against your body. He caressed your face, peppering kisses where his fingers touched, a grin appearing on his face as he told you, “We still have a few minutes before lunch is over.”

“Then you should spend them actually eating,” you muttered, keeping your voice down as much as possible.

Your eyes widen upon realizing you had been staring for quite a while and hadn’t noticed that he had opened his eyes. You pull your knees together before muttering brazenly, “I do. But I can’t see it all, in fact, one of the parts I love is hidden under the water.”

“Damn, you already want me again? This morning wasn’t enough for ‘ya?” his tone drips with delight as he offers you his hand, “C’mere,” he says, grinning as you take his hand. He pulls you into his lap as the water sloshes from your movements. You place your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself while your legs curled underneath you, sitting on top of his thighs. He looks down at you with a mixture of love and lust.

Wasting little time, his hands grasp your face, bringing your lips to his in an intense kiss. His tongue pushes against your closed mouth, and you open obediently, letting him greedily get a taste of you as his hands fall from your face to trace your figure. While his tongue makes claim to your mouth, his hands make claim to your body, feeling every little callous that decorates his palms and fingers. He stops at your breasts, cupping them with his hands as he breaks the kiss to mutter against your parted lips, “So perfect, as always.” You preen under his words, any hints of self-consciousness vanishing from his praise alone. Now finished massaging your breasts, one of his hands falls between your legs while the other takes your nipple between his index finger and thumb, careful not to scratch you with his long dark nails as he twists and pulls gently, enamored by the sounds he could bring out of you. Still playing with your nipple, his other hand begins to thumb over your clit as you wiggle underneath his touch. He leans close to your face, nibbling at the curve of your jaw before reminding you with breathy words, “You can move, y’know? I know you were checking me out with your eyes, but if you wanna actually feel the Itto bod, then go ahead, baby.”

Shakily, your hands slip from his shoulders and down his arms, pleased that you get to touch the muscles you were eyeing earlier. You squeeze his tight biceps, following his red tattoos up his shoulders and down his chest, stopping to take the chance to grip, feel, and squeeze both his pecs. He mimics your movements, squeezing both your nipple and clit, a little chuckle escaping him as you gasp from the feeling. “You like my chest as much as I like yours, huh?” he asks with a happy grin on his face.

“Mmmhm,” you reply with a soft moan before swirling your fingers around his nipples in a circular motion. Finally, once you were done playing with his chest, you ran your hands down his abs, slowly tracing the outlines of each one before dipping under the water to his strong thighs. You take a hold of the base of his large cock, making note of how it felt near the same size as his bicep. His cock throbs as a needy whimper escapes him and he pushes his hips forward, thrusting into your hands. You trace upward along the shaft, feeling the subtle ridges that protruded from the center before circling the tip where thick, sticky precum had already started leaking and mixing into the hot springs. You feel him thrust against your hands again, his lip now trembling, and you feel pleasure in the form of a growing heat—like wildfire, spreading across your body from your lower abdomen from just rubbing the length of his leaking cock and imagining it inside of you.

While he plays with your clit, you continue to tease his length, until he’s full-on thrusting into your hands, unable to control his hips, panting at your mere touch. “Baby, fuck, baby I can’t wait any longer, I need to be inside you. Now.” Before you can respond, he moves you with ease so that your back was now against the stone wall. You parted your legs instinctively, resting them around his waist. “Your pussy’s already dripping for me, and the water will let me slip right in y’know?” he says with a wink, his cock already rubbing against your slit, craving to enter, “Ready to be stuffed again? Want it? Ask for it—ask for me to fuck you, lemme hear you beg for it.”

“Please Itto,” you whine while reaching down, pulling your pussy lips open for his viewing pleasure, “I want to feel you inside me already!”

“That’s good but,” he says while smacking his cock against your open lips, making you squirm, “I think you can do better.”

“P-please,” your voice shakes as you speak, desperate at this point to show him how badly you wanted him, “after this morning… I-I’ve been thinking about this all day long, how I felt so empty without you in me. All I wanted was to ride you all day long instead of doing anything else! Please, use me to get off and pump me full until my belly’s about to burst so I won’t be empty again!”

Itto shakes his head, thinking to himself how lucky he was to have you in his life. “Just… wow. Alright, alright, lemme give you your reward.” Your hips wiggle impatiently as he aligns himself to your entrance, unable to wait any longer. And he had no more patience left, ready to fuck you until you cried his name. He rubs his cock against your slit, making sure his tip rolls your clit around, coating it with a little bit of precum before aligning himself with your entrance. Your nails claw into his shoulders as he presses his tip into your hole, a low groan escaping him as you suck his tip in with no hesitation. You whine upon feeling the ridges rub against your walls as he slowly pushes inside of you, the increasing stretch causing hot tears to roll down your cheeks while he mutters curses under his breath upon seeing your face twist in ecstasy.

“Itto put it all in, I want—no—need it, keep going, keep…” Your demands turn into little mewls that his ears can’t get enough of. Doing as you said, he presses himself balls-deep within you in one quick motion, no longer able to keep up the slow pace without losing his mind. You buck your hips, letting out a scream as he groans in unison. It hurts so damn good, almost too good, and you wonder if you’re going to finish before he even begins. But you don’t have long to think before he begins pounding your tight little hole without giving you time to adjust, searching for your G-spot so that he can slam into it without mercy.

“Shit, your pussy’s gripping onto my dick, practically beggin’ for it to make you cum!” He makes sure to pull almost out entirely before thrusting back in at an intense speed, wanting to make sure you continue to feel his girth with every thrust so that your walls stretch to his size perfectly. Your pussy only tightens upon feeling him press his tip into your sweet spot, your toes curling and your voice cracking into a loud moan to let him know he had found it.

“Holy—you’re so deep!” you cry out, shutting your eyes tightly while holding onto his shoulders for dear life else you worried that you’d lose your senses entirely.

“What’cha say? Speak up, I can’t hear you over your pussy screaming for more!” he laughs, his heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass with each thrust, the sounds of splashing water being drowned out by your screams and his low groans and breathy laughter. You feel his thrusts begin to slow down from the intense pace that he had set, “Or should I stop so I can hear ‘ya?”

“Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop now or else!” you shout louder than you meant to, your hips trying to press against his cock to keep the friction. His response was a combined chuckle and moan, enjoying you writhing underneath him while begging for him to continue.

“As you wish, sweetie.” His hips slam up to meet your own, scrambling to pick the tempo back up once again. One of his hands leaves your waist to pat your lower abdomen, his nails scraping the skin slightly. “I’m gonna fill you up so much that your stomach will be full for weeks; make sure your hungry little cunt takes all my seed for me, ‘kay?” His hand then slips down to your clit, flicking the pink and puffy bean in time with his thrusts, watching with pleasure as you cuss underneath your breath.

He leans down, his hot breath and fangs pressing against your neck as he whispers, “Hey beautiful,” his voice, so warm and caring, almost made you feel like you were in bed just waking up and not being pounded into without pause, “lemme leave some marks so everyone who looks at you knows you’re Arataki Itto’s.” He runs his rough tongue across your neck while you nod wildly, thinking to yourself how fucking hot that sounded before feeling the sink of his teeth into the side of your neck. You let out a feverish groan along with Itto’s name, something that only causes him to bite down harder. A shiver runs down your spine as you wonder just how high you can get before reaching your limit—you were close to it, anyway, especially upon feeling his tongue drag across the side of your neck, writing his name around his teeth still in the side of your neck.

Relinquishing his grip now that his teeth marked his territory, he kisses and laps at the wound he left, his fangs now rubbing against you with every thrust. You decide to adjust your grip, letting go of his shoulders and leaving behind red scratch marks that would be seen for a while. Your fingers then tangle into his white hair, holding on tightly, while your other hand takes hold of one of his red horns. He lets out a low, animalistic growl against your neck, rutting against you with short yet deep thrusts. You quickly notice the difference in attitude upon touching his horns—words escape him as he begins thinking with his cock alone, the only sounds now coming from the oni were growls that made your pussy shudder—and, letting go of his hair, you begin rubbing both his horns, his eyes practically blanking from your actions and his cock throbbing within you. Your nails drag across his horns, scratching them slightly as his thrusts become sloppier than before, almost out-of-sync, and his moans were low, deep growls at this point. You flick the tip of one of his horns while rubbing the other, your body trembling upon feeling his cock ache within you, at the cusp of release, as were you—so close, so so close, a mixture of tingling electricity and melting heat that you just can’t take any longer.

Your voice quivers, pleasure dripping from your tone, “Itto, Itto I can’t—Itto, cum for me, cum for me, I need it—fuck, I need it so bad!” You take hold of both his horns in a tight grip, your legs squeezing around his torso upon feeling his release pour thick stands of his seed into your used pussy. You orgasm alongside him, your pussy pulsating around his length, the combined liquids proving to be too much as it begins to leak from your hole and onto his own balls before seeping into the water. The euphoria that falls over you leaves your vision fuzzy, the overstimulation of your walls making you feel every drop that he shoots, a noticeable bulge growing the more he pumps within you. Your hands shake before letting go, any strength you had zapped after your mind-shattering orgasm—but he catches you before you slip into the water, holding you against the stone wall and his body, pumping the last few drops within you with a growl while looking at your exhausted body with pride.