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୨ৎ 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 ᯓᡣ𐭩

THIS IS SO CUTE RAUWHRH

It started with a towel. A single towel tossed carelessly onto the bathroom floor.

"Ajax!" you called from the doorway, holding the damp mess between two fingers like it offended you. "What is this?"

"Evidence." came his voice from the kitchen. "Of my steamy shower." You stomped over, towel in hand, and found him shirtless, leaning against the counter like he wasn’t the problem. His hair was still wet, water dripping down his neck, and he had the nerve to smirk at you like he hadn’t just caused chaos again.

"You’re hopeless" you muttered, tossing the towel at him. He caught it mid air, then dropped it again on purpose. "Oh nooo" he said with mock seriousness. "Looks like I need punishment."

You narrowed your eyes. "What kind of punishment are you imagining?" He stepped closer, a glint in his eyes. "One where you get on top of me and yell a little." You snorted, shoving him back. He only laughed, catching your wrist, then pulled you forward right into his chest. His skin was warm from the shower, still damp where your fingers landed on his collarbone. "You’re ridiculous" you whispered.

"But you like me like this," he said, dipping his head until his lips brushed your ear. "Messy. Loud. All yours." Your breath caught. He smelled like citrus and soap, and that smug grin was still there when he kissed the corner of your mouth teasing at first, then deeper when he felt you melt into it. His hands were already sneaking under your shirt, fingertips brushing your waist. "Mm… you’re soft" he muttered, voice low now. "Always so warm for me."

You let out a quiet gasp when he nipped your lip, but he was already pulling back just enough to watch your expression. "Still mad at me?" he asked.

"Yes" you said, breathless.

"Liar." He smiled. "You’re too busy falling apart." You hit his chest lightly, and he caught your hand again then kissed your knuckles like you were royalty and he was barely pretending to behave.

"Let me make it up to you" he murmured. "I’ll start by worshipping you on the couch. That fair?"

You glared. "We’re not doing anything on the couch until you pick up the towel."

"..So the floor’s an option?"

"Ajaaaax!"

[anonymlexiuz]

𝓢𝓾𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷?

You were sure you were being tricked.

“Just sit,” Ayato said, gesturing to the soft cushion across from him at the private teahouse he’d personally cleared out for you two.

You raised a brow. “You’re smiling like you’re up to something.”

His smile only grew. “I’m always up to something.”

You sat anyways, watching him as he carefully poured two cups of tea. Everything he did was graceful—annoyingly so. Like his fingers were made of wind and silk.

“I didn’t know the Yashiro Commissioner had time for... casual tea,” you said, eyeing the elegant setup. “Or for dragging me away from my work.”

He handed you your cup. “It’s not dragging. It’s re-prioritizing.”

“Is that what we’re calling it? Where's the regular boba, huh?" She raised a brow clumsily.

"Too much sugar.." He almost whispers as if he cant believe himself saying that.

Ayato took a slow sip, then looked at you over the rim of his cup with that usual calm-but-teasing look. “If I said I simply missed you, would you believe me?”

You almost choked on your tea.

He chuckled softly, then reached over and brushed something from your cheek—maybe a loose eyelash, or maybe just a reason to touch you. “You always get flustered so easily. It’s adorable.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You do that on purpose."

“Of course I do.

There was a pause. The air between you felt warm, like steam from the tea. You hated how much he could make your heart race with one sentence. One look.

You blinked. “Who says I’m not already?”

And then, of course, he leaned in closer

“You know,” he said, voice lower now, “if you keep looking at me like that, I might think you’re falling for me.”

Ayato’s brows lifted. You’d caught him off guard. Just for a second.

Then he laughed—a soft, amused sound that made your stomach flip.

“Well then,” he said, setting his cup down, “I suppose I’ll have to take responsibility.”

He leaned in closer, forehead nearly touching yours. “You’ve fallen. I’ll catch you. Deal?”

You couldn’t answer.

|| THUS ONES SO CUTEEE shdbwjah ヽ(*´＾｀)ﾉ

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Content Warnings

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♡ NSFW / 18+ ONLY

♡ Heavy Smut

♡ Dom/Sub Dynamics

♡ Rough sex, overstimulation

♡ Out of original oc

The lab was silent, save for the hum of machines and the distant moan of wind tearing across Snezhnaya’s frozen cliffs. Dottore stood at his workbench, bloodstained gloves discarded, long fingers smeared with ink. The moment he sensed you behind him, his head tilted slightly—just enough.

“Darling,” he said. “There you are.”

You stood there, trembling, dressed in nothing but his coat—oversized, unbuttoned, and doing nothing to hide the soft curve of your breasts or the slick shine glistening between your thighs.

He turned, blue eyes catching the faintest flicker of wetness on your inner thigh. His smirk was slow, dangerous.

“No panties,” he murmured, stepping closer. “Did you forget? Or did your dumb little cunt just want my cock that badly?”

His gloved hand came to your face, cradling your cheek with mock affection. Then, he grabbed your jaw, turning your head slightly to examine you like prey—or a puzzle he wanted to tear apart.

“On the table. Now.”

You obeyed, crawling up onto the metal slab. The cold surface made your nipples pebble, back arching just slightly as you spread your legs, your glistening pussy on full display.

He hissed through his teeth. “Fucking dripping. Look at this mess,” he muttered, running two fingers through your folds. “You’re soaking my floor, Darling. How fucking desperate can you be?”

No answer. Just a twitch of your thighs, a shaky inhale.

“Don’t move,” he growled.

And then he dropped to his knees.

His tongue hit you like fire. Wet, filthy slurps echoed in the sterile lab as he licked your cunt like a man possessed. His mouth moved messily—sucking, licking, fucking you with his tongue until your thighs trembled and your hips bucked involuntarily.

“Keep those legs open,” he snapped, smacking your thigh. “Or I’ll strap them down.”

Fingers joined his tongue—long and cruel, pumping into your sopping pussy with practiced brutality. Slick noises filled the air, each thrust sending more of your arousal dripping down his wrist.

He didn’t stop when your legs started shaking. He didn’t stop when your back arched. He just grinned, lips shiny with your slick.

“Good girl,” he breathed. “So fucking good for me.”

He stood, unfastening his belt with one hand, the other still lazily fucking you with two fingers.

“Let’s see how much more this tight little cunt can take.”

His cock slapped heavy against your inner thigh—thick, flushed, already leaking. He didn’t wait. Didn’t warn.

One hard thrust and he was buried to the hilt.

You jerked. Back arched. Eyes wide.

“Fuck,” he groaned, head dropping to your shoulder. “This pussy’s always so fucking tight. You were made to take my cock, weren’t you?”

He set a pace that was brutal. Merciless. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the lab, your slick coating his length with each punishing thrust.

“Stupid little slut,” he snarled. “You get off on this, don’t you? Getting used like a fleshlight on my fucking workbench?”

Your moans were high-pitched, breathy, strangled.

“Gonna cum again?” he mocked, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight, merciless circles. “Fucking do it. Cum all over my cock like the needy cumdump you are.”

You did. Hard.

And he didn’t stop.

“Too much?” he hissed, voice ragged. “Take it. Take all of it. I want your brain gone by the time I’m finished with you.”

He leaned down, fucking you deeper, each thrust dragging a new cry from your lips. “You’re mine, Darling. This pussy’s mine. This ruined body? Fucking mine.”

He came with a low groan, cock twitching deep inside you as he filled you up—hot, thick spurts coating your insides while he held you down, watching your cunt twitch around him.

But he didn’t pull out.

“Mm,” he murmured, breath hot against your cheek. “Still twitching. One orgasm won’t do. Not for a mess like you.”

He rolled his hips again, still hard, cum already leaking from between your folds.

“Lie back,” he whispered, voice syrup-thick with menace. “We’re not done until I say you’re empty.”