#sub!ayato

Ayato was lucky.

He was lucky with how thick his clothes were. If not for that, he was sure that there would be a wet spot on his pants right now. He didn’t know if the good karma was finally catching up to him especially since he’s been such a good boy for you but he’s extremely lucky that the person he’s currently conversing with was Arataki Itto, who’s not the smartest in picking up things.

“Hmmf–” He bit his tongue, unable to bear the slight wind on the back of his neck.

You were so mean for edging him like this, you said it’d only be a week so he’s been patient. Today was the seventh day and he couldn’t wait to get home, just a few more hours, he thought.

He couldn’t focus on anything, Itto talked too fast and he couldn’t think straight. He wished that he’d be on all fours instead, all spread out by you. He tried to clear away his dirty thoughts, trying to contain himself. Oh, he wanted to feel your hands all over his body. The way you nipped his skin, leaving marks for him to always appreciate whenever he bathed himself.

Ayato flinched when he felt a glare staring at him. He knew that it was you, but no matter where he looked, he couldn’t exactly pinpoint where you were.

A moan escaped from his throat when he felt two hands on his shoulders. Itto quickly took them off and looked at him with an eyebrow raised, but ignored the weird reaction. “Anyways that’s about it! You were kinda off today, not gonna lie. Have you been eating beans? You totally are. I get it. You can eat it but I’m telling you, it gives–“

He was taken aback, that surprised the hell out of him. He really needed to get home, preferably sleeping in your arms. 

He bid the oni a goodbye and sighed in relief, he didn’t understand a single thing he said but he’d rather not be sitting quietly and signing off paperworks while Thoma stared daggers. He’d been already caught by him once while you two were having sex and he was traumatized, not being able to look straight into his eyes for a week.

“Looks like you’ve been through a lot today, haven’t you?” You stated, walking out of the shadows and smiling at the flushed Ayato.

He took a hold of your hand, gripping it tightly as he looked at you with almost tearing eyes. You wiped his eyes with your fingers, not wanting it to stain his beautiful face. If you wanted to make him cry, you’d do it with pleasure. “I’m sorry, darling. It’s not time yet, besides, we’re in public right now.”

“(Name)…I-I can’t. I need you.” You swallowed. How dare he speak like that? “Ayato. Don’t get carried away. I might just lose control of myself.”

“Please?”

Now, he’d done it.

You would have never expected Ayato to be this desperate, not that you were complaining. When you proposed edging him, it was all in good fun. To think he’d actually go this far wasn’t something you would have guessed.

“Keep quiet now, will you?” You whispered in his ears, watching as he squirmed with every touch you gave him while trying to keep the noises down, not wanting to tarnish his reputation just in case someone comes by.

“(Name), wait–ah!“ He moaned, your hands underneath his pants. It wasn’t an understatement to say that he was overly sensitive as he came from just a few touches of your fingers on his cock. 

As you were about to give him a handkerchief, he mentioned your name in a sultry manner. You grinned, seeing Ayato lower his pants for you and showing off his ass while he tilted his head. “You’re such a fucking slut, aren’t you?”

“Only for you, (Name).”

You pinned his arms to the wall, giving him exactly what he wanted. You inserted yourself into him, leaving Ayato gasping for air. He missed this feeling. The feeling of being spread apart by you and tightening up with any kind of friction that you make as you move. 

“M-More!”

He’d already orgasmed twice but that didn’t matter as the overwhelming pleasure left him drunk on you. His pants were completely on the floor, his own cum leaking down his thighs. You fucked him as if he was a cat in heat, couldn’t just leave your poor boy hanging, could you?

You unconsciously slowed down when you heard footsteps coming near you. 

“Ayo, Kamisa-bro! You still around?”

It was the oni from before. 

Ayato kept his lips shut, not wanting to get caught. However, you had other plans. You went at a much more rigorous pace, making Ayato tear up as he tried his best not to make any noises. You were hitting his prostate with each motion, bringing him to another climax. 

“(N-Name), hold on.”

“I just remembered the way you moaned for him when you’re only supposed to do that for me.”

He found it sweet that you were jealous, then realized that this wasn’t the time for that. “I-I’m sorry-hah! But, can we talk about this l-later?”

“Then prove it to me.”

“Prove what?”

“That you’ll only mewl like that for me.”

He didn’t get what you meant at first but once he thought about it more, he knew exactly what you were getting at.

You were going to continue fucking him until he comes and he mustn’t make a single noise while Itto was around.

Shit.

You grabbed him by the waist and went deeper, you were truly going to make this hard for him, weren’t you?

His legs were quivering, it was a wonder how he was still able to stand up. “Mmf–“ He held out for a week, surely he could do this with no problem.

“N-No more…” He pleaded, his breathing getting heavier as neared another orgasm. 

“You didn’t even finish our one-week game. Surely, you’ll make up for it with this one.” You weren’t even sure if he could still hear you at this point, already intoxicated and letting out whimpers that got louder as the time went on. 

He was so helpless when it came to you. Looks like you’ll have to step in.

Ayato came with your hand covering his mouth as he yelped, muffling his voice while his dick continued soaking the pants underneath him.

“You’re such a good boy.”

Ayato looked up, confused as he sat on the ground. “I-I didn’t…”

“You stayed quiet, didn’t you?”

“I did. However-”