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ddostoyevskyy · 1 year

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How To Tame Your Dragon

Zhongli

note: idk, just this old man in his almost dragon form is making me go feral, so I'm making a part 2 — so, sorry if this is kinda short. THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS! 🥳 A whole blown smut before I go vanish for a while because I have to prepare for our research defense IN A WEEK, KWKSKSKKK —

It seems like you ended up going all the way when he seems to have not calmed down by the way his fingers are trembling as it reach to you — it seems like you have to tame your dragon now.

Warnings: SEXUAL CONTENT; size kink (yes), dacryphilia, biting/marking, unprotected sex, missionary, riding, doggy style (don't ask me why I know this positions), oral sex, (I'm addicted to his fingers), oral fixation, pet names (yes), lots of dirty talk (yes), edging (yes), Zhongli has horns this time, Zhongli in rut, pheromones, cervix fucking (because, he’s that big), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, submissive Zhongli (mhm), a little bit of fem!dom and soft!dom Zhongli (you’re telling him what to do, he’s asking you what you want — CONSENT KING!), afab!reader.

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Part 1.

The whiff of the tensing atmosphere had been evident at his face as he pants on your mouth — fumbling his fingers through your skin as his claws digs, but still careful not to break your skin. His scent got stronger, luring you to go further; to have you touch him more than you're already touching and caressing him. His whole weight's pressed against you, almost making it hard to breath, but enough to let you feel lightheaded. His scent..... there's something off with his scent as he continue to kiss you hungrily, swirling his tounge harshly that you couldn't keep up with his pace anymore.

“Zhong — li!” You huffed his name as you pulled on his dark hair as he grunt in response, the harsh tug making him dive into your neck again as he licks, sucks and bite at the already swollen skin at his early ministrations. You feel hot and bothered, already feeling yourself dripping in anticipation as he tugs on your nightwear, the thin fabric of the sleeveless strap on your shoulder were hurriedly pulled down to reveal your chest.

He takes his time to admire you panting harshly underneath him, lips swollen and eyes twinkling with the same equally desire he could feel seeping between your thighs. Your chest were exposed to his visions as he drinks up the way you look below him right now — and how he seems to look..... massive and intimidating with his golden eyes glowing, the horns on the top of his head were prominent and sharp just like his claws as he paws on your chest, thumb tweaking gently on the nipple, making you gasp as your back arched at the feeling of his warm, large hand through your mound.

The scent earlier had reappeared again, this time, it smells forest and wood as you breathily moaned through the silence of night, closing your eyes at the sensation of both of his hands now experimentally caressing your mounds. The scent became prominent and more stronger as he watches you, pushing your thighs with his knee to settle himself between as you wrapped your legs on his waist, watching him with half-lidded eyes as your mouth fell open when you felt the massive problem you made between his thighs.

“Mhm, Zhongli,” You muttered his name when he leaned in to enclosed his mouth on your mound as you let out a sharp gasp of pain when his sharp teeth graze on the nipple as your hands immediately grasped his horns, grunting when you tightened your grasp. “N-No teeth, baby.”

He obliged, using his prolonged tounge instead to flick and suck on your nipple as his hand work on the other. Your body convulses at the foreign feeling of his warm tounge on your chest as your hips beginning to twitch, only making contact with his erection as you sharply hissed when you felt his pants created fiction on your only panty-clad clit as you earned a whiny sound from your lover.

His lips kiss lower as he littered your chest and stomach with marks, kissing every inch of your body, worshipping your glowing skin under the moonlight as his head finally settles between your thighs. You weren't even sure if he know how to do this — or is he in his right mind now as you finally taken a good look at Zhongli's expression; his golden eyes are glowing, imitating the golden sun that rays within the daylight —although his eyes were clouded enough to let him show you how he wanted to go this far and how his scent differs when you register what's happening with him now.

He's experiencing the heat of his cycle right now. His mind were haze when he smells your arousal, mind blown at the sight of the wet patch on your panties as you tug gently on his hair, pulling it backwards gently as he stared at you like a lost puppy.

You watched his tounge graze on your inner thigh, leaving yet another marks on your skin as you sighed at the feeling. You were dripping, and he could smell you and your fueling desires as his fingers dips between your thighs to finally reveal your aching heat on his sight, golden eyes trembling at the sight of your sticky arousal dripping before he finally dives in, mouth open and tounge out as he experimentally lick at your entrance up to your clit that made your body shook and a loud moan fell off your lips.

You taste divine, heavenly and intoxicatingly that even though, he don't know exactly what to do — he dives in, tounge lolling out to take a better taste of your dripping arousal now mixing with his saliva, making a huge mess on his face — but, he did not care as he poked his tounge through your entrance and you're wailing at the sensation, eyes rolling and closing immediately as you cry out, grinding your hips now on his face as he let you use his tounge, prodding and poking on your entrance, but as tight as you are — he had a hard time inserting his tounge inside of you at how tense you are.

So, he put a hand on your navel, pushing your hips down on the bed to stop you from grinding on his face as he finally feel how tense you are right now — you don't really know where to place your hand at the euphoric feeling, although it did frightened you a little, Zhongli has been nothing, but patient with you the whole time as he waited for you to tell him to stop and he will obey — although, the only thing that had been falling on your mouth is nothing, but moans and whines.

“Calm down, darling,” He kissed through your inner thighs, trying to make you feel relaxed as he reach for your hand, intertwining it with his as his other arm hooked underneath your thighs to keep you close on his face. "You can tell me to stop, and I will. You're so tense, I can't push my tounge in."

You feel the heat went through your cheeks as you flushed red on his bold comment as he watches you with gleamy, golden eyes to wait for your response.

"Stop saying such lewd things, My Lord!" The endearment fell on your lips as you felt him smile against your skin, nuzzling his nose on the mark he made on your inner thigh.

"I was just.... are you sure about this?" You were sure his patience had already cut through in a thin line, yet his voice were still deep, yet gentle in your ears. Earlier, you were encouraging and even boldly teaching him how to kiss and now the gentle dragon on your arms changed into a raging beast as he answered you with his mouth enclosed on your clit, making your body jolt and back arching yet again away on his bed as you writhe and harshly panted when his tounge finally settles inside your cunt, earning a broken moan as he felt breathless between your thighs as he slurps and drinks up on what your pussy can give to him.

You were too engrossed to your own pleasure, couldn't keep up on his relentless tounge when he started a faster pace, the sound of your arousal and him eating you out without a break that you wondered if he could even breath. You curse underneath your breath when you feel his two digits prodding inside, stretching and scissoring you open as he continues to laps on your clit, making out with your pussy as what he did on your lips.

He felt you tightening on his digits as you wriggle on his grasp, trying to hold your orgasm as much as you can as you wanted to feel his warm tounge and fingers more you could ever imagine. Never in your thoughts he's such a fast learner with someone inexperienced even though, he have such a handsome face and large figure. He uses his sharp canines to graze on your clit just like what he did to your nipple, doing what you taught him to kiss with your pussy as his fingers penetrated deep enough as he grinds his digits inside, specifically finding that spot that will surely will bring you in your end of sanity.

"Fuck, ah, fuck — Zhongli!" His fingers felt deep as his nails added the heightening pleasure that your ears started ringing. You felt the coil tightening on your lower stomach as you mutters his name like a prayer aside with pleas and your warning at your impending orgasm.

It wasn't long until the tip of his fingers graze on that one spot he finally found as you failed to warned him when something snaps inside of you as you came, back arching and mouth falling open with a silent scream as you gripped on the sheets and at his hand intertwined with yours. He moans lowly as he lapped at your pussy, messily eating you out to ride your high as your hips twitched and his fingers drenched with your cum. Gasping as you watch him licked his lips clean.

“You taste so good.” He muttered a praise, placing a chaste kiss on your lips as you taste yourself for a moment as he admired his drenched fingers glistening with your cum. He also admired the mess he made between your legs — all dripping wet and drooling as you reached for his wrist, taking his two fingers he used to take you in that brink of orgasm that left you shaking as you put his soaked digits on your mouth, swirling your tounge around as you taste yourself, humming on his fingers as he stared at you in bewilderedment.

You look sexy, seductive even as you keep an eye contact with him sucking on his fingers. He never could thought you will appear more attractive than you already are as your hand reach to work his clothes off — unbuttoning his dress shirt as you finally saw what's underneath — this was truly the Geo Archon — his whole arm covered with black and gold patterns up to his hands that you didn't even noticed. He looked divine, a God bestowed upon on top of you as you shakily sighed. He noticed your admiration, though he searched for any discomfort nor hesitations on your eyes — he found nothing, but desire and sincerity as he watched your fingertips graze on the proof of him being the God of contracts — the Archon distinguished by in a form of dragon that you had yet to tame.

“Zhongli...”

“Are you sure about this, darling?” It was now his turn to ask you as he sits up straight, fumbling on his belt as he slids it off slowly to let you have time to rethink and back out even though he could feel it on his throat; his heat cycle — his rut that is now beginning to rise on his body as he sighed. “I'm sure, there's still some another time for this.”

He assured, although he intentionally let his pheromones swift on the air to make sure you will be relaxed — the scent he let out will help you take him a lot more easier, although he was sure you were still as tight fit, he'll make sure he will make it fit without hurting you in a way that you would say no and cry on his embrace — no, he wanted to make you cry out of pleasure just like what he did while eating you out; now he wanted to make you cry out with his cock — although he wasn't sure if you can take it even.

But, the glint and determination in your eyes only urge him futhermore as he zips his pants open and your hands fiddles on the sheets as you watch his cock springs up, and — oh, my — surely a size of an Archon as it slaps on your inner thigh, heavy and leaking with pre-cum as you reach for his cock — your hand look much smaller as you sure you can't even wrap your hand around it at all.

He hissed through his teeth when he felt your warm hand on his massive cock as he takes a hold of both of your thighs, lifting it up on his shoulders as you breath heavily when you realized what position are you in.

A perfect position that he is sure to ease himself inside of you all the way in.

You shuddered when he placed a gentle kiss on your thighs, his cock now resting heavy on your stomach, gripping the tip with your thumb, he hissed at the pressure as he lowered his head to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as his cock twitch on your hand. He's pulsing and sensitive as his tail moves franctically, wrapping around your body and you shuddered at the feeling.

“Let me make you come one more time, you're still tense, darling.”

You giggled, “I think, you were more nervous than I am. Please, just take me.”

He shook his head on your neck, placing another kiss as he created more purplish marks on your skin. He sits up straight again, running a hand through his hair as his muscles flexed. His golden eyes staring down on your stomach where his cock lays awaiting.

“You see this, darling?” His fingers graze on top of his tip, just right below your belly button as you watch him pressed on the spot, “This is how deep I am going inside of you.”

You whimpered at his words, his fingers working magic inside of you again as you writhe underneath him, hands clawing on his wrist, on his arm, and on his chest as he pushed his third digit inside of you, the burning stretch of his thick fingers aches, yet your pleasure and sensitivity on heightens when his thumb added pressure as it pressed on your clit, slowly circling and caressing the swollen bud. The pleasure had your hands working on his cock too, moving your hands around his shaft as his breath hitch as he moans lowly.

“Z-Zhongli, ah,” There it is again, his name falling on your lips whenever you were near your climax, eyes rolling back of your head when he pump his fingers inside of you a little faster — his fingers work deeper that he doesn't need to find that spot anymore as the tip of his finger had already hitting that spot again and again, hips twitching and lips unable to form a flowery of sentences as you keep calling his name again and again. “Please, please, please!”

He didn't know what you are begging for aa he studied your expression, furrowed eyebrows and half-lidded eyes as your mouth fell open.

“K-Kiss me, kiss me!” You finally plead as you yelp at the sensation, hands trembling as you reached for his neck, pulling him down to capture his lips at another passionate kiss as you gasped on his mouth, body trembling when your orgasm came crashing down on your body. He had pulled out his fingers, only placing it with his own cock as his tip slides in easily now that you're still coming, clenching around him as he hissed, moaning on the kiss as your eyes widened.

His fingers felt nothing like his cock; warm and huge as it stretch you further than he already did on his fingers. You hold on his shoulders, scratching his skin at the pain as you cry out his name. Your orgasm seems to prolonged as your pussy convulsed around his cock — although he had only pushed the tip in as his golden eyes fixed at the way you swallow his tip in.

“Relax.” He growled, mouth latching on your skin as he tried to calm your trembling body down as he push another inch in, savoring the feeling of your pussy tightening around his cock, and he's not even halfway.

“Ah, it hurts! Slow down, baby, please.” He hummed in your skin as he worked himself inside of you, easing every inch that you can or can't take anymore as your hand scratch on his chest.

You felt like coming at the sensation, the delicious stretch of his cock is making you dizzy, adding that his scent from earlier had swift on the air again —making your head dizzy at the pleasure as your thighs wrapped around his waist. He propped himself on his elbow besides your head as he stares down at you — your eyes intently looking down on where you two are connected, seeing how he's not even halfway in but you feel so full at the moment.

“So tight..... how do you feel, darling? Does it hurt? I can pull out.” He muttered, even though he's already at his limits into ramming his cock all the way inside, though, when you move your hips forward — he already had an idea on what you're planning as he moaned, the friction of your thighs scraping on his pants made you feel frenzy as you gasped, taking inch and inch until you took all to the base.

He's awestruck at the way you move your hips as Zhongli felt your pussy convulsing again — a sign that you're coming for the third time of the night. He grunted at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him cock and milking him in all its worth as your teeth sinks on the skin of his neck as you harshly panted. He moaned at the feeling mixing altogether.

“Fuck, tight.... so tight, ah,” He moaned directly in your ear that made you shivered, already so sensitive as his fingers graze on your nipples, only adding at the sensitive sensation of your body. He felt uncomfortably massive inside of you, yet you finally got used at the delicious stretch of his cock. “I could feel myself here on your stomach, darling.”

“Ah! Don't press it!” You warned when you felt the palm of his hand presses on the bulge of your stomach as you pant.

“M-Move, Zhongli, please,” You muttered, placing a kiss on his jaw as he gulped. Your move your hips backward, just enough to let his cock slid out, leaving his tip in as both of your hands cradle on his shoulders for support. You slam your hips back forward and gasped, taking him whole again, the rough drag of his cock inside is making your nails dig on his skin as he moaned out. “L-Like that, Zhongli. Please.”

“How —”

“Move your hips like this,” You instructed, loosening your thighs around his waist a little as your palm planted on his chiseled abdomen, feeling the muscles flexed as you push his hips away just to plant your ankle on his lower back to push him all the way in inside of you again and your back arched. “T-That —! Ah!”

“Mhm, ah,” He moaned directly in your ears as he started to move gently, pulling out to leave the tip in as he slam all the way back inside again. The slow pace he made is making you feel more of him as he relished at the way you coated his cock with your cum as it made a noise other than the moans and whines falling off your lips. “Feels good, feels so good.”

It felt way more hotter than it already is a moment ago when Zhongli felt more harsher and body trembling at the feeling of your pussy sucking him tightly — but it felt like there's still a long way until he will feel that impending orgasm he still have to chase. Right now, you were wailing, moaning and gasping at his slow pace, savoring the heat of the moment until you will beg him for more, although you honestly did like this pace where you could feel every vein and inch of his massive cock drilling slowly as his tip continuously poking on your cervix.

Every drag of his cock has you trembling underneath as he pants, staring down at you — studying your expression as it turned more desperate; like you were begging for more, begging him with your eyes as your body bounce with each of his heavy thrust. His hips moving in erratically rhythm, yet he managed to hit that spot inside of you when he aimed his hips a little higher that had your voice getting louder and breathier.

His mouth latch on your neck again, creating more and more marks that you are sure will stay for week or two. The scent had appeared on the air again as you gasped, clawing on the skin of his back as your thighs tremble when he sent a certain harsh thrust. He remove your other hand on his back, holding it right on your stomach and you sweae you can feel him moving in and out in your own flesh, his cock dragging along your walls as you hissed out a cry.

“Zhongli, Zhongli, Zhongli —!” You continue to mutter his name like a prayer as he hummed in your mouth, lapping on your jaw through your chin where you drool. His lips captures yours as his mouth drown any sounds — tounge dancing around yours as he sucks on your tounge. Your hips begin to move, meeting his thrusts halfway — the bottom of your thighs beginning to redden when it keeps scraping the rough texture of his pants.

“Please, please — ah!” He grunted, unclasping his lips to yours as his mouth agape, watching your expression, brushing your hair out of your erotic face.

“What do you want, darling? Tell me. I'm doing nothing if you won't tell me.” He answers with a breathy laugh as he place kisses all over your face and you giggle, enjoying his affection through the heat of the moment.

“Faster, faster, please.” You plead and he hummed against your throat.

“Are you sure? I'm giving you some time to get used to it, sweetheart. Take your time, I'm not going anywhere.” He retorted back and you huffed, planting your hands on his chest as you push him down on the bed, keeping him still inside of you as you gasped when your ass made contact with his thighs — he's much deeper this time and you regretted quickly when he's now underneath of you, golden eyes widening and his mouth agape when your pussy clench at the sudden deep intrusion that had your thighs trembling and hands planting on his chest for support.

“I-I'm not letting you go anywhere — ah — not when y-you're finally inside m-me.” You stuttered, slowly and surely, you move your hips up, taking the half of his cock out as you drop all the way down again, moaning when he's now fully hitting your cervix at this position without even moving. He hissed at your words, honeyed eyes eyeing your glorious form on top of him, admiring the blue-purplish marks on your skin and chest, down to your stomach where he could see his huge cock taking a shape down to where your pussy has swallowed every inch he could give to you.

“Move, darling, please.” He pleads, holding on your hips as he rubs the bruised skin caused by his claws, his other hand clasping on your own for your support and you shoot him a seductive smile, eyes glinting with mischief and, Archons forbid what you’re possibly thinking right now, because the God below you, whose panting and losing his mind at the tight grip of your warmth — the Geo Archon, whose moaning and calling your name is under your mercy.

He’s completely lost with lust, the smell of sex mingling with your sweet scent (that, he can only smell) adding on his heightened senses as he feels way more hotter, the gold patterns plastered on his arms glows more prominent as you took notice.

You bit your lip — he looks so sexy right now. Never in your life you’ll think you can have this Archon, your lover in a beautiful mess on his own sheets. He’s losing his sanity at your mercy, yet he managed to not push you back on the bed and fuck you right then and there.

Maybe, he got more self control than you have — although that doesn’t matter; he’s finally inside of you, he’s finally got the urge to make love to you even though you knew, he would regret and blame himself tomorrow because of the blooming marks he left on your body. Though, you don’t mind, still, you have to comfort him if anything. Why will you worry about what happen after this? Now’s not the time to be clouded by your impending thoughts when he’s already whimpering and breathily moaning underneath you; begging you to, just, please, move just a little, maybe just a little.

Zhongli had anticipated that you will now move — but, he didn’t expect that you will move your hips — like this!

He gritted his teeth as his hand intertwined with yours tightened when you move your hips forward and backwards — not up and down — as you grind your hips down, swollen clit rubbing on his skin as you throw your head back, moaning and gasping as his tip continue to grind on your cervix. Your hips twisted and moves eratically as you finally got the strength to move up and down, body bouncing on top of him as you place both of your hands on his thighs for support.

Zhongli gasped at the pressure of your hips, eyeing the bulge appearing on your stomach as his moans turns into breathy moans and a little high pitched whines that he didn’t even know if that’s his voice anymore. He can feel you coming again as you pull him to sit up, slamming your lips on his own — something he catch up that became your habit whenever your orgasm came crashing down on you. Your lips move unnecessarily, teeth clashing and tounge dancing.

“C-Close, ah —” He moaned in your mouth as his hips started to move on its own, you swear you could feel him in your throat now. He’s pulsing, body trembling as he harshly pants in your mouth, slurping and sucking on your mouth as you scratch the back of his skin, adding the oversensation pleasure rising on his lower stomach until —

“Fuck —!” He huffed when you pulled out, his golden eyes tearing up as he felt his climax unrealesed. He already had an idea beforehand that you will pull something like this, but he never knew you were such a heartless woman. He made you come several times, why can’t he?

You giggled at his situation, almost feeling bad, yet you want to tease him just a little bit as your hand grasp on his aching cock, still hard and drooling with pre-cum and your cum coating, making his cock appears slippery on your palm as he hissed — sensitivity had touched his body when he’s deprived from coming inside of you.

“Ah, darling, please,” He whines, eyes teary and how could you deny those pleas? He looks so submissive right now as he stared up to you. “L-Let me come.”

“Only if you will do what I want, My Lord,” You softly says before lifting your hips as you turn around, back facing him as you stand in all fours, arching your ass on his cock as he drools at the sight of your pussy gaping and leaking. “I want you to fuck me; fast. Show me how much of a dragon you are; show me what a real dragon and a beast you are, Lord Morax.”

He hissed underneath his breath, hurriedly pushing his knees down on the bed as he lines up back to your pussy, putting a large hand on your lower back to make you arch deeper more as you mewl at the position — this position will make you sure he can push everything of him inside of you as he put the tip in, a breathy whine escapes his lips when he can feel himself pulse inside of you. His other arm landed beside you as you take the opportunity to hook your arm around his wrist for support.

Because the way he’s literally breathing hard, mixed with growls and huffs is a sign that he’s making sure you were satisfied — or dying of pleasure by the end of this session.

You already deprived him of his impending orgasm, now that you were in a vulnerable position; back arched and caged on his large form — you were sure there is no escape. He already has his huge cock shoved inside of you to the hilt and he wasted no time drilling his hips, hips clapping on your ass as your grip tightened on his arm, bracing yourself at his pace; fast and hard, ramming on your every spot and hitting all the way to your cervix as he huff a chuckle, followed by a certain loud moan that escapes his lips when you were clenching hard again.

“AH —! Zhongli!” You screamed, scratching on the skin of his arm as you reach your other hand behind, only to grasp on his horns as he grunted when you tug harshly, his pace only quickening in an inhumane speed as your legs gave out, chest planting on the silk sheets as he paws on your breast, sucking on the skin of your back as he did not stop his aching pace that had you coming again for the numerous times of the night. “Mhm, Coming! I’m coming!”

Unlike what you did, he continue his harsh pace, as he bites on the skin of your neck, marking you again and again to make sure he’s all yours — and you are all his to take. You already had his heart on your hand, your body is made for his marks, and your pussy is perfect for his cock as he’s ramming a harshly, sharp thrusts, just to made you a complete, babbling mess underneath him.

Your teeth enclose on the skin of his hand crawling away from his drilling hips as your other hand reached for anything; his sheets, trying to run away from his cock, but he only catches your wrist, pinning it down on the bed as you moaned, muffled as you plant your face on his bed.

“You — ah — fuck, you wanted this, right, darling?” He muttered in your flushed ears as you whimpered when his arm enclose to your shoulders to pull you back upwards in mid-air, bracing on his arm when he used it as his leverage to even fuck you faster and deeper as you helplessly move your hips to meet his fast and hard pace. “S-So, don’t fucking run away, because I’m not done with you, yet.”

“AH — AH! ZHONGLI!”

“Hmm, yes, darling?” He bit on your earlobe as he felt your body shook on his grasp, relishing at the way your hips trembles and eyes rolling back on your head as he licks at the nape of your neck. “What do you want?”

“You —! Ah! Please, please, please, please!” You plead — you didn’t even know what you’re pleading anymore as your head spin at the overwhelming pleasure, tightening more on his cock as he moaned out in your ear. His pace became sloppy, the wet sounds between your body became louder as his pace became uneven.

He hissed, “What do you want? Tell me, I’ll give you what you want if you’ll tell me, ah.”

“Come —! Come inside!”

You didn’t have to tell twice when he’s already whining with an unusual tone, moaning when you heard a pop! sound as you gasped, feeling his cock getting more bigger than before as his hips stilled, his cock pushed through the hilt as the fire on your stomach explodes, milking him dry as your body shakes on his grasp.

You’re wailing when you feel something inside of you — before you feel warm spurts of his cum painting your insides as his denied orgasm came crashing back as he moaned, sinking his teeth on your shoulder and your eyes watered at the double sensation of his teeth and his cock knotting you — both pain and pleasure adding to the mixture of sweats and sex as your body goes limp, so as your lover when his grasp loosen, but not completely letting go of you as your body dropped on the bed gently.

“Mhm, you’re still coming?” You genuinely asked and he grunted, nuzzling his nose on your cheek as he planted a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Shit — don’t even try on pulling something like that to me, sweetheart. This will happen, alright?” He answered with a huff and you giggled. “Although, my heat won’t be completely gone for sure, will you still help me?”

You pursed your lips as you breathily sighs. It seems like, you still had yet to tame your dragon when it looks like he will not be stopping tonight.

Disclaimer; This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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ddostoyevskyy · 1 year

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The Runaway Bride

Kamisato Ayato

Note: Can't believe I'm writing for another fandom again. Anyway, this man is my old main. I'm using my OC's surname (from my BSD fic) as Y/N's surname, just in reference of their origin. Typical arrange marriage trope.... with a twist. He fell first, and fell harder.

Warnings: idk how to label this - angst to comfort or comfort to angst? SEXUAL CONTENT — READ AT YOUR OWN RISK (unprotected sex, hate sex? idk, reader is a lil’ rough with Ayato, biting, overstimulation, edging, size kink, it started rough but it ended soft), afab!reader, enemies to lovers — to enemies (?), Ayato’s pining and an oblivious yet love-starved reader, graphic violence, child abuse, family issues, heavy implied incest (not from reader and Ayato), blood, descriptive murder, victim-blaming, manipulation, self-blaming, self-harming, I DO NOT RECOMMEND ANY OF THESE WARNINGS, THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL, ANY SCENES ARE PURE IMAGINATION.

11.2K words

Part 1, Part 2 (?)

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"Smile now, my daughter," Father had whispered in your ears with a huge smile on his face, eyeing your whole appearance in the mirror as you shifted and fidget your hands together in discomfort. Wearing a white, long sleeve dress made with the finest silk and your hair tied up in a bun, creating a sharp look on your fluttering eyes. His hands are on your shoulders while he whispers sweet nothings on your ear as you stood in front of the mirror, gradually staring intently on the clear reflection. "They've known my daughter because of her warm smile. We don't want to disappoint the visitors if they ever saw you frowning like that, right?"

You tried your best to smile that doesn't even reached your eyes, though, your father had praised you for showing him his favorite smile of yours and praising you for being a good daughter, you winced when he's finally gone to prepare, almost dropping on your knees for the pressure as you huff, both in annoyance and discomfort.

Being a perfect daughter is difficult —especially, when you can't act fine and proper anymore. All of these stupid acts and conservative etiquettes has you trying to break free from its chains. Too many do's and dont's, the perks of being a noble daughter from an old-fashioned family is exhausting.

You don't even like the silk cloth, nor to smile in front of people. You don't like the way your chest is exposed in the dress your father made you wore, nor the heavy make up planted on your face — you look like a whole different person in the mirror, almost not recognizing yourself.

You shakily sighed before calling your assistant — a young man with a fancy hat. He's been with you since you were little and up until now, he stayed loyal to you — and not to your father.

"Yes, My Lady? Do you need anything?" His face is hidden under his hat politely, a gentleman, a young man you would proudly say that you raised from your woman perspectives and feminist. He's dressed in a nice suit with a long, white coat that you eyed as you clicked your fingers before walking towards him.

"You know the drill. Hand me your coat, gentleman." You replied as he obliged, buttoning open his coat as he handed it to you. You thanked him as you turn around to put the coat on yourself, seeing how it perfectly wrapped around your body, covering most the important part you wanted to cover. You stayed it draped over your shoulders, buttoning it close only to where your chest needs to be covered. The color of the coat fits perfectly with the color of your dress.

"That looks good on you, My Lady -" You glance up to him on the mirror and he realized his words, halting as he cleared his throat, "Everything looks good on you, My Lady. Perhaps, you didn't talk the compliment back, so, you are really the person who raised me as I am. Lady Y/N."

He emphasized your name as you finally met his eyes — dark purple and glimmering under the chandelier of the room. You eyed him before raising an eyebrow in agreement. He took of his hat before putting it on top of your head — a signature he always did whenever it was you - the other Y/N — will appear in this kind of situation. Despite of the similarities, he can totally see the differences between.

Between you and your twin.

Despite of your older twin being exactly just the same as you, he could tell the difference after knowing you for a lifetime. Your older twin has the same love of fashion with what you wore, she also held a wide and warm smile to everyone and she always have a mischievous personality you sometimes despised. She has a carefree personality and a warm embrace that you've always feel after the end of the day.

While you, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. You took liking of reading — a scholar in Sumeru Akademiya despite living a fancy life in Schenezaya. Despite of that, both of you have the same taste in music - she had taken a liking of playing the piano and you playing the violin and collaborate with one another. Both of you found the comfort to each other despite being the exact opposite.

"Lower your voice, Mister Fancy Hat." He grunted at the nickname, but he can't hide the small smile that forms on his lips. You glance at him again, taking the opportunity to appreciate his beauty on the mirror. He looks dashing on a suit — which you can only see if both of you are not in Sumeru. His usual clothes are traditional, he's the General of Sumeru after all — an electro vision. His white, long hair is tied up in a high ponytail, making his lavender eyes sharp as ever, his dark skin makes it the complete perfection.

"You can always call me Cyno, My Lady. Now, we are running out of time. Let's go to the camel, shall we?" He offered you his arm and you raised an eyebrow while accepting his offer — wrapping your hand on his arm as he guide you out of the room.

"Isn't it appropriate to let a Lady ride with such an absurd transportation?" You challenged as you stared at him.

"Then, do you want me to fly you in the wind, then?" He spouts back with the same challenging tone and you finally break with a smile — a genuine smile this time.

"How annoying." You mumble, squeezing his arm in a playful manner and you gradually feel a little relieved and content now as you stood by Cyno's side, constantly brushing your shoulder on him to let him know that you're comfortable enough now. This is one of your mannerism that he discovered later on. Perhaps, it is the way the General would make you feel comfortable — by engaging you in a sarcastic conversation and he made sure not to engage you in one of his jokes anymore after you sent him a knife that luckily didn't hit him intentionally after he made a lame joke when you're not in the mood.

Despite being born and raised in a different worlds, it's not hard to get along with him, despite being both an introvert and silent personalities. He's making sure to read the atmosphere around you and he'd known you and your twin better than your father did. He understood the struggles of changing places and adjusting to another scenarios again. Despite that, he respected both siblings and had taken care of both of you — it's like, he's the older brother you both couldn't have.

"My Lady, you know why we're departing to Inazuma, right? I hope, you are aware of what will happen." He muttered and you hummed, every steps you make on the stairs is getting heavier at the thought. After you and your older twin had arrived at a coming of age, your father had been constantly visiting some mansions and families with you tagging along and introducing you to the families' son. Now that your father had invited you again, your older twin decided to switch places so you could experience the outside for a while.

Whenever you are in the mansion, it was you who's present. And, whenever you are suppose to be outdoors, your older twin is the one in presence.

"Yes, I completely understood why we're arriving at Inazuma. But, Cyno," You called out his name as you squeeze his arm in process before you glance at him, "Do my sister, perhaps, know someone from the said city? I don't want to appear clueless now and Sister never told me anything after she came home from Inazuma." You finished as Cyno guided you through the caravan. You hopped inside with his help — his hands find your waist to hoist you up as you stepped on the edge before you sat down inside, few people had offered their greetings and safe for the travel as you genuinely smiled at them.

Cyno followed shortly as he closed the door of the caravan and spoke, "Yes. As the matter of fact, a certain noble family from Inazuma had tried to put ties between your family. They are well known and wealthy, but after a sudden death of the wife's head of the family after your father and the other Lady had visited their respected estate, they immediately cut ties and took blame of the Barouqe clan, as result."

You nodded and hummed. It has been a while after your sister had visited the city Inazuma and you've been curious about what really happened. As far as you know, the wife is already suffering from a disease.... that you've seen in the book and you have an actual idea of the cure. If only, you were the one who tag along with your father before, no other clan would put a burden on your family's name in Inazuma.

"I see." You shortly answered before the door on your caravan swung open and your head shifted into the direction, seeing none other than your older twin in flesh as your eyes slightly widened before hoisting her up as you look outside the caravan, on the process. Thankfully, there are no one around anymore and her face is covered with a silk cloth.

"Sister, you are coming with us?"

"Yes. Father already decided to come back and visit Inazuma again." She removed the covet on her head as she closes the door's caravan, the horse started to move as you sighed.

"You two are not planning to do something reckless, are you not?" She looks at you with those same eyes - a hint of glint and a mischievous smile - something you always see whenever she's plotting and teasing. As much as you adored her, you hated her at the same time as how she's so troublemaker. Despite having the exact appearance, she's mischievous and playful — it's like a whole new side of you whenever you look st her.

"Come on, younger sister! Just imagine this as the game we always play when we were little kids! Remember?" She reminded you, her gloved hands skimming to raise your dress up to expose your thighs and your body stiffened — realizing that you are not the only on inside the caravan — Cyno is here too. "But, this time, we are playing like this with the Head of the clan."

Her lips are dangerously close to your ear as she whispered, sending shivers down to your body and a goosebumps appear on your thighs — that your sister immediately notice and she giggled. You didn't like the idea she said, nor the way her hand has been caressing your skin and biting the lobe of your ear. The disgusting feeling had been bubbling up on your throat.

"I think, that's enough, Lady." Cyno's hand had grasp her to stop her from touching you and almost distinctively, you put a hand on his arm to signal him that's enough, knowing how Cyno's grip can be forceful at times. Your older twin pouted.

"You're no fun, Cyno!" She huffed, "Come on, little Y/N. This will serve as a revenge for ruining our name in Inazuma, no? We won't murder anyone, okay? We just need to be a little more scandalous — yes, scandalous in an elegant way!" She has her arms wrapped around you again as she put her chin on your shoulder, giving your neck a peck as you sighed.

"Who are we gonna p-play with?" You asked, voice cracking. You don't really like that term for it.

"My Lady." Cyno warned you, violet eyes dimmed as he stares at you intently. You gave him a force smile as he look away, jaw clenching as he scoffed and shake his head in disapproval.

"Finally! The Yashiro Commisioner, Head of the Kamisato clan — Kamisato Ayato."

Your mind had strucked a familiarity of the name as you've heard — the Kamisato clan. The infamous clan that runs the Inazuma for years and their high social status had been kept even after the wife of the Head of the clan deceased. You were curious about them as you've seen their name on a list where your family's name also included.

You felt a sudden strike of anxiousness when you arrived at the Inazuma. Despite, departing safely and no avail, you felt like there's a whole disaster that happened. Your hair that is tied up in a bun was now cascading on your back as you continue to run your fingers through your locks as you look around the unfamiliar city of lights. It was full of different street lights and the city seems to be much busy at night.

Agreeing to your older twin is certainly not a good idea.

You felt like backing out. But, when your father's arm had wrapped around your shoulder, you knew you can't go back in Schenezaya without getting any profit here anymore. "Your older sister had definetely told you what we're here for, yes? That time when me and your sister arrived here, it seems like the heir of the Kamisato Clan didn't like your sister's personality. That's why, I told her that maybe, you, my youngest daughter can capture his heart," Your father mumbled in a low tone, voice seeping with such a vile and venomous words.

"So, do your best and be a good girl, alright?" You just nodded quietly, "And, don't forget our little game we played when you were little, my daughter. You could put that in a good use." He gave you a peck on the top of your head as he cups your face and stroked the delicate skin of your cheeks. You wanted to slap his hand away, but it seems like your father's vision had been electrocuting you the moment he touched you and you can't do anything but to follow his instructions.

"My Lady, are you sure about this? I have a bad feeling." Cyno mumbled besides you as you walk behind your father. The Kamisato clan seems to be notified by your departure and your father stated that there going to be a small banquet of celebration for the Barouqe's arrival. You never felt nervous like this, atleast. Not even the soothing sound of Cyno's voice will calm you.

"It's going to be f-fine, Cyno. You're here with me, right?" You assured him — or assured yourself? You aren't even sure enough as you step closer and closer to the Kamisato's estate. A traditional Inazuma's mansion with a small bridge above the clear lake is what caught your attention. The blossoming sakura trees had you knowing that the spring season is getting near.

You seems to be distracted by the view that you didn't notice the people that welcomed you.

"My daughter, come and greet them." Your father's voice had snapped you out of your thoughts as you averted your eyes away from the mesmerizing scenery. Your hand on Cyno's arm loosened before you turn your attention up front.

"I apologized from being distracted. Nice to meet you again, Mister Kamisato." You put on your best smile that surely appeared on your eyes now too — staring at the man in front of you. Your smile faltered a bit when you see how he looks at you; sprinkled with suspicion and admiration — well, the second one seems to be just an assumption — but his lavender eyes twinkled with such an emotion you couldn't decipher. Nevertheless, you appeared confident despite of how nervous you are.

"Lady Y/N, the only child of Barouqe, it's a pleasure to see you again after so many years," He took your hand and gently gave a peck on the back of your gloved hand. You were quite surprise at his sudden action and by the fact of how gentleman he is — far from what your older twin described him. But, you've noticed how his words came of sarcastically. "Despite of the feeling like we've just met for the first time, no?"

You retracted your hand as you smiled once again. The tension in the air created a heavy atmosphere as you answered. "Why, of course. It seems like we, again, met for the first time. People gradually change for years, Mister. So, I assumed, we shouldn't stay in the past anymore, right?" You answered with the same pettiness.

"Well, well, you are one to talk about the past that I presumed, you don't have any idea about." He retorted and you hid the way you gritted your teeth behind your lips. Your hand clenched behind your back.

This man might know something he shouldn't have any knowledge about!

"I do not know what you're implying." You stared intently in his purple eyes as he squinted them, glancing on your expression — the mess on your laid hair because of the wind, the seemingly change of your body appearance and the way your eyes sent daggers and eyelashes fluttering like angel wings. The Y/N Barouqe he'd known before is not as tough as you are now, nor as fierce and sharp tounged. You seems to appeared more..... attractive to him than you are already before.

Or is the young lady he met before was really you?

"Ah. It seems like you already did really changed, M'lady," He smiles with his eyes close, "Now, let's go inside before the food gets cold." His voice falters deaf in your ears when you finally confirmed it. Your head craned behind your back, silently speaking with Cyno using your eyes and pursed lips. He seems to get the right thing running in your mind as he only shook his head again in disapproval.

Closing your eyes, you felt your father's hand crept on your wrist and your turn your attention to him.

"I-I don't think I can play the game with him, Father." You stuttered as you tried to remove his grasp. But his grip only tightened when you started to resist.

"Come on, my dear daughter. It seems like, the Commissioner had taken a liking of you. We don't want to waste that, right?" Your father had whispered in a dangerous tone and you shakily sighed before you manage to let yourself free from his grasp.

When you finally arrived inside the mansion, your expression deadpanned, already uninterested as how this conversation will go. This is not the first time you've ever oppose to your father's orders, especially when your dignity and you, yourself will be ruined, at the end of the day.

"Welcome inside the Kamisato Estate, Mister and Lady Barouqe. I hope you will enjoy your remaining time here," The Yashiro Commissioner turn himself in your direction, a smile planted on his face as he stared down at you as you look up, challenging him with burning eyes.

There's really something in you that have changed..... was it your personality? No. Even the way you smile is different than before, even the way your eyes had this burning passion and hatred towards him is visible — you have no intentions on hiding your own feelings and emotions as you look at him with those eyes thag sparkling with an attitude. Even though, you're smiling at him, it doesn't even reached your eyes the way you smiled before at him.

Maybe, it wasn't really you that he had met before.

He just needed to confirm it with only you and him.

Alone.

"Mister Barouqe, I hope you don't mind. I want to make some time alone with your only daughter, if that's alright?" He finished and he sees the way you visibly clenched your teeth as you blink nervously. He knew something was up, though, he wanted to push you through your limits until you break and submit yourself to him.

You are an interesting woman and he'll make sure to play with you too.

Your father seems to be enthusiastic at his request, putting both of his hands on your shoulder before pushing you slightly to the man in front of you. He offered a hand and you're lucky to decide to wear a gloves. You turn to look at Cyno, but it seems like he's quite mad at you as he keep his eyes on the floor. You sighed before removing his hat on your head and putting it back to his head. You already had your back turn to him when he decided to raise his head to look at you.

The Yashiro Commissioner guided you to a room as you entered, admiring where he brought you; a room full of books in shelves. The room has a high ceiling, the scent of paper and wood entered your sense of smell as you breath a sigh at the familiar sensation. One thing you love in someone's mansion is their library — or wherever there's books and pens.

His eyes trailed at your expression as he confirms it, yet again. The young Barouqe he met 10 years ago is not as enthusiastic as she is when he welcomed her before inside his office. You look mesmerized — mesmerizing as you walk around the toom, constantly touching the spine of the book and Ayato's eyes followed your movement when you stop just right on the medicine book section.

He stands there, amused. "It seems like you took liking of books now, M'lady."

You halted on your movements, already mentally screaming at yourself at being too excited with the sight of the books. You close the book on your hand before putting it back to its place as you turn your attention to the man that was now one step away from you.

"Ah, indeed. After the incident ten years ago, I decided to read some medical books to understand what really happened to your deceased mother." You put an insult to the wound, already liking the way the man in front of you twitched in irritation. But he gave you a smile.

"The report said that my late mother us poisoned, that confirmed at this very day. You, Lady Y/N, were you poisoned too? Or perhaps," He stepped closer and you step backwards, already hitting the wall as you hissed through your teeth, "You were electrocuted?"

"I don't know what are you talking about —"

Your voice caught in your throat when he tugged your hand behind your back, his other hand quickly pulling something behind his back as your eyes widened at the familiar sensation of a sharp shard that penetrates on your skin as he cut deep — to mark your palm.

"What —!"

"Tell me, confess now, M'lady. You are not the person I met ten years ago, yes?" He's quite surprise as how strong your resistance as you keep resisting on his arms. He managed to press you up against the wall again, his thigh between your legs as you groaned at the pressure of his hand on your wound.

"Let me go, you bastard!" You resist. "I'm going to kill you!"

"Ah, ah. Feisty, aren't you? The exact opposite of your.... older twin, right?"

There's no point of excuses now as you sighed in defeat, loosening your grip on his hand as the attitude you gave him a few seconds ago disappeared in an instant. He stared at your softening expression, but your eyes still show the hatred emotion planted on your pretty face.

"What's your motive? You're not stupid as you portray to even let the person who killed your mother inside your own territory again." You spat at him as he smiled — that annoyed you even more. He keep smiling at you, lips stretch in an outmost stunning smile you ever seen as though to annoy you or it was a genuine gesture that made something inside of you stir.

"I have something to propose to you, M'lady," His grip on your wound finally loosen up as he gently graze at the wound before he's pulling you to sit down on his chair, grabbing something from the drawer, a first aid kit he had on his office. "Let's use each other for an important purpose. I let you work your motive to me and you will let me do as I please to your family."

You eyed him sharply as he started to gently jab the wound with an ointment. You were used to having your wounds treated before that even the feeling of a knife penetrating on your skin doesn't make you cry anymore. He's gentle, opposed from what his grip on you earlier.

"You're stupid to even think I will let you touch my family."

"Aren't you the one getting touched by your own family?" His reply made you halt as you stared at him wide eyes. He seems to hit the right answer when you grip his arm with your other hand. He turn his attention to you as he studied your reactions. You seem flabbergasted, breath hitching and pupils dilated as though you've seen a ghost.

"You —! How —"

"You think your assistant will only shake his head or stay quiet with your situation?" He confessed, "We've known each other after my mother died as he asked for my help. Now that you are here in front of me, the woman I want to help, I'm going to save you from your own family."

"What the hell are you talking about saving me?" There it is, your eyes sharp as ever as you stared at him, standing on your own feet as you pull him down closer to your face that you could feel his breath fan on your face. He's stunned for a moment, seeing you up close like this. This felt nothing like the woman he met ten years ago and it made his heart race. "I've been suffering from my own family, all my life. It's too late to save me now. And, besides, if I were to marry you, I will do anything to slit your throat while you're sleeping."

He hummed, clearly he is not listening when he had hid lavender eyes on your lips as he scoot closer, nose bumping on each other and you have no time to protest when he's quick to hold the back of your head and capture your lips in a seething kiss, your own hand clasping tightly at the hem of his kimono when he opened your mouth with the use of his sultry tounge, the warm muscle exploring on the roof of your mouth, on the back of your teeth and your own tounge dancing as he hums lowly, the sound vibrating on your lips and you hissed.

Your teeth graze on his bottom lip as you bite as a warning, but he didn't even stop to process the pain that stung, continuously stimulating your lips with his while your wounded hand is sti on his gentle grasp. You became breathless, gasping and breathing heavily on his mouth and he seems to enjoy the taste of your lips and the sinful sounds that starting to escape on your throat.

"Wait —! You.... bastard —!"

His hand had cupped your cheeks, lips moving passionately on your own as he captures all the noise and words on your mouth, deliberately opening your mouth using his thumb as you started to thump your fist on his chest. He tasted sweet with a mix of coffee — the aftermath taste of the sweetened boba tea he drank earlier as his tounge dances inside your mouth, leaving you unable to breath as you finally gave in — kissing him back with the same amount of tension he'd giving your mouth and he moans lowly.

"Kami — sato —! I'm.... telling you —! Let me go —!"

The movement on his lips seems to slow down, but he's still not letting you go. Lips attached to yours as he slowly move his lips in a sinful pace and you gasp, the sound that escapes your throat only desire him to go further — until you can't breath anymore. Maybe, the kiss he was giving you could be the reason of your death, as much as you want to deny the warm feeling on your chest and the sensation of his soft lips and unrelenting tounge — you were lost on his facade, too lost on his world once his fingers caress your face.

He finally let go of your lips with a smack and you gasped for air again, panting as he studied the mess he made in front of him. You look delirous with your eyes clouded with desire mixed with hatred and your lips swollen with his minstrations. He's not even better.

"You bastard! You're going to pay for this!" He's silent for a moment, still out of breath. His attention drifted from your face to the wound he made on your palm as he grabbed the cotton again, treating your wound like nothing happened and you stand there, flabbergasted at his actions.

You scoffed, but he never uttered a single word as he work in silence, his mind drifted at the feeling of your lips and the taste of your strawberry chapstick that had mark on his lips. You had noticed and your other hand graze on the bottom of his lips to wipe your glistening balm that has transferred on his lips. He halted as he finished dressing your wounds.

You stared at him like he's the most ridiculous person on the earth, constantly eyeing and judging his perfect appearance like he didn't took your first kiss away a few moments ago, you gave him a sharp look when he stared back at you with unreadable expression like he didn't have his tounge shove on your mouth. You hated his guts and his motives — why is he helping you, anyway? That really confirmed that assumption of your father might be the one who's responsible for his mother's death.

And, now you are paying for your own father's debt.

"I hate you." You blurted and a sly smirk appeared on his handsome face.

"Keep telling that to yourself, My Lady. You are now officially tied up with me." You grunted, pushing his attractive face away when he started to lean into you again. He kissed your palm that was planted on his face and you were startled at the gesture and slightly smack his lips in annoyance. He's being annoying as he keeps pushing you to your limits.

"You were a lot more different than your older twin. Maybe, because I didn't like her guts as much as I like you." His hand clasp on yours where you still had your hand on his face, kissing the tip of your fingers in a manner that made you huff in annoyance despite not pulling away from his warm touch.

"We're twins. If you ever planning to marry me, I will make her show up in the wedding instead." You poked a finger on his cheeks, but frozed when he leaned in your touch that made your blood boiled more as you grit your teeth.

"Don't you thought of the reason why I marked you here in your hand?" His fingers graze on your right palm, creating gentle stroke on the covered wound and you realized it by now; why he made a scar on your skin to mark you — his mark — his blade — on you.

"Or you want a different mark instead? Perhaps, on your neck or chest?" His other hand slid on your waist up on the back of your nape and you shivered at his touch, clutching on the cape that was wrapped around you. His thumb graze on the exposed skin of your neck and you bite back any sound that's threatening to escape. "Do you want me to paint you with my lips? Since, my blade hurts as much, let me paint you using no blood this time."

What.

You stared at him pupils blown wide as he leaned closer.

You were supposed to seduced him, not the other way around!

"I — WAIT —! YOU BASTARD!" Is the only thing left to your lips as you pushed him away when you finally gathered your strength back. Your legs feel numb as you stumbled back, almost crashing yourself down on the pile of books behind and he's quick with his movements to capture you, but he halted on his movements.

"Don't come any closer," He saw his own blade on your hand, pointing the sharp edge towards him and Ayato was stunned as he looked at you. When did you have his blade in your hand? You were sly and quick with movements that he didn't even noticed the subtle of your hand on his back as you caught his blade on your hand. "Let's talk like this."

"Speak now, My Lady." He offered you to go first and you took a deep breath.

"Father told me that you seems to not take a liking to my older twin, ten years ago. That's why, I am the one he sent here. He's been planning to fix our reputation here in Inazuma because of the assumptions and accusations which I've proven true. Father did killed the Lady of Kamisato clan, but not with poison." Ayato listened as he eyed you, your hand still had its grip on his own weapon.

"What did he used?"

"It's a herbal medicine which triggers a certain disease to become more complicated and later uncurable. I've read it in a book and I found out the cure for it and I might have save the Lady if I am the one Father sent ten years ago. But, he didn't plan on sending me because he knew I have such knowledge that will make a hinder for his cunning plans," You finished as you finally let your guard down, walking towards him as you wrapped a hand around his waist — yet again, you're close to him, his manly scent mixed with yours mingling on your nostrils as you put his weapon back on his pocket. His stature melt on your warmth.

"So, I, uhm.... I apologize," You spoke with such a small voice, hiding your face own his chest and arm still wrapped around his waist. "I apologize for my family's behalf. I.... I will do anything to pay for Father's debt."

Ayato gritted his teeth — it was his turn to get furious now as he stared at you; your eyed had lost its expression — it turned dull and regretful. His hand find its way to your jaw as his firm grip had made you startled a little before he turn your face in his direction, craning your neck to stared at him. He seems.... mad.

Your father is the one who has a debt to pay to him, but you are the one here — in front of him, asking for forgiveness and anything just to remove the burden Ayato put in your family. This wasn't supposed to happened; to have you beg - the sound of you begging is not what he meant you to do, he wants to hear you begging in other way around.

But, it seems like his plan already failed from where he kissed you with fiery desires.

You already have no intentions on lying in front of his face, nor lie for your family.

You wanted his help, you were tempted as you fell for this tricks the very first moment you let him kiss you and tease you.

"Anything? You can give me anything I please?" He saw the nervousness that flashed in your eyes, although, you nodded, you seem hesitant — he can feel it.

"You knew, you just did gave me a consent to kill your father as a payment for his debt, right? Your older twin is not even an exemption." His lips are dangerously close to your ear as he whispered and all of the attitude you gave him earlier disappered. He's keeping an eye on the very expression you're making when he pulled away, but his hand stays on your jaw, now gently grasping your face.

Ayato has been keeping an eye out of you with the help of Cyno, the General from Sumeru who's also your assistant. For ten years, he had known you even without meeting you, in general. He watches you from afar, the suffers you experienced and the tragic scenarios that happened to you — every single detail of your life — he knew it all.

He wanted to save you, but the heavy crime your family had made to ruin his own is unforgivable. He grew up quickly, his childhood forgotten and has to take care of the clan that was left for him. At a young age, he work for the sake of his family and his younger sister.

But, you also experienced the same with another scenario. You've lost your innocence at a young age, you've lost your dignity as a woman the moment your father had his hands all over you. Despite your protest, he tortured you with his vision instead while your older twin did nothing. The constant torture and pain had you turning numb through the years.

He's not mad at you, he's mad at what your supposed to be relationship had been ruined, even though you has yet to meet him.

"Just," Ayato felt a tug on his kimono as you buried your face on his chest, wrapping both of your arms around his waist and he melted in your touch. "Do anything and save me from this suffering."

He waited long enough for you.

Ayato will be selfish this time.

Your eyes fall open when you felt an electrocuting feeling that travels through your body, eyes widening as you push yourself away from him, flinching from suffocating feeling in your body as you silently gasp, vision slightly blurrying at the twitch of your every vein.

"Lady —!"

You brought a hand to stop him from stepping closer to you as you pant. The familiar feeling of this sudden power urging in your body is making you nauseous. Your father's vision was all over you - his power to electrify and turn you into a mindless puppet is activating yet again. The vision that was tied up on your waist is loosing its nature and you could only gasp at the feeling of being a puppet again.

Not in front of him.....

"D-Don't.... come any.... closer." You've managed to say before your eyes rolled at the back of your head and your vision blacked out.

It doesn't take a matter of time when your father slamming the door open where you're located, already dashing towards you with a faux look of concern on his face — knowing this is his doing. He could tell what happened inside this room by listening to your heartbeat; it became calm and collected and knowing that sign is just up to no good.

Were you acting just to escape this scenario or did you really fell for this man at first sight?

Nevertheless, he was furious and confuse to say, at least. Now that the first step of his plan failed successfully, he's making sure that you will play along with his further plans.

"My daughter, what happened?! What did you do, Lord Kamisato?!" He immediately blamed the Yashiro Commissioner, who seemed genuinely shocked and concerned at your state. "Oh, my daughter!"

“Call a doctor! Please!” Your father’s fake concern is now turning into reality when he put his fingers on your pulse that seems to slow down its beat and weakened in process. He didn’t mean nor attempt to murder his own child — it was just part of the plan and you’re not even listening to his commands!

THIS IS NOT HIS FAULT.

His whole body shooked as he felt your slow hearbeat and it seems like the people around him weren’t helping as they stared. Is this Kamisato Ayato’s payback? But, you can’t die! He can’t afford to lose his favorite child — his most obedient and precious child.... the one he tormented and carved into perfection. It was you! You were his perfect daughter, you were everything he could ask for.

He tortured you perfectly, made you his perfect puppet of a daughter and have you satisfy his own desires, although you always refused to be touched, you’re always gonna pay for that unacceptable actions, anyway as he sends bolts of electricity to run through your body that travels in every pits of your brain and have you gasping and hallucinating.

That created the other you.

You are an only child.

You are his only child.

Yet, at the sudden burst of emotions and raging vision, you created another version of yourself; a version of your father’s desires.

A version of a person you doesn’t want you to be.

THIS IS ALL HIS FAULT.

“CYNO!” He called him as the said man hurriedly run through the scene, already sweating at the sight of your paling skin and bluish lips. He slightly push your father away to carry you, hooking his arms on the back of your shoulder and knees as he keep you close, your body slowly turning cold and his heart beats fast when he realized.

He’s not dumb, nor into oblivion. He knew you too well than you knew yourself.

Yet, once again, he failed to save you.

In the midst of running outside the Kamisato estate, he could feel the Yashiro Commissioner following behind his fast pace — hearing a faint plead in the scorching cold wind as it reaches his ears;

“My Lady, please, stay with me.”

“She’s an only child,” Cyno blurted out as soon as the doctor leaves the room, leaving him and Ayato in an awkwards silence. Cyno’s eyes landed on your unconscious state, delectable sighing at the sight of your calm face that, although it’s calm, he can’t help but to worry that you might not be able to wake up anymore — or your nightmares will successfully haunt you in your sleep. “She’s been assaulted by her father after his wife died. Maybe, because Young Lady really look like her mother..... or maybe, it’s just the way of how he show his love to his daughter. Nevertheless, it was disturbing and disgusting. And, I did nothing but to only hear her cries as she refused to see me after it was ended,”

“Both of you share the same similary in life; the women who gave you this birth of life were killed by the same man. Maybe, that’s why she asked for assistance, even though it will also betray herself as a daughter to her father.”

Ayato stared at him, examining the way he looks at you with admiration amd hope glimmering in his eyes — it makes his stomach churned and his chest tight. Yet, he can’t lift a finger on the moment as Cyno exclaimed the truth and the fact that both of your mothers had been killed by the only man he despises, and the man that you called father.

You were so nice, so pure, too good in this world as he realized that you can easily escape by your father’s grasp with the help of this man in front of him. But, you didn’t — only because it was your personal matters and the General is your employee. Those standard has been engraved in your mind, tattooed in your heart.

That’s one of the reason why Ayato is in love with you.

He’s been mindlessly awaiting for your return to his life after ten years — where back when he’s young, he met you.

It was you again.

The young woman clad in slacks and button-up, longsleeve, white shirt that compliments your sharp aura, coat resting briefly on your shoulder as your stature is as elegant. He’s been seeing you at the same spot for a while now — a spot in the busy city of Inazuma where you can see the view of a lake and koi fishes swimming in the clear water.

He’s been enticed at the look on your glowing face as though it was your first time here. Well, maybe it is by the way you wore differently and obviously from a first class family. His own self were to keep coming back at this time of the night just to watch you from afar.

He staggers a little closer to where you are standing, yet it still far away as you seems in a deep thought, too deep that you didn’t bother to look at him when he finally approaches you — this time, you have a dark fedora hat that hid your face away from his vision, but he can stil see the shape of your nose and lips on his view.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” He spoke, rather than a greetings. He’s stunned by his sudden statement, he wasn’t suppose to say that! It was clearly a figure of speech for a confession of love.

And, you were aware of it.

He saw how your lips quirked up in a slight smirk and he felt embarrased, flushed pink as he internally scream to himself.

“Indeed, another peaceful night in the city.” You answered and his heart begins to rumble on his chest when he finally got to hear your voice — it was soothing on his ears as you spoke in a smooth voice, almost a little breathless as you puffed a breath. You seems deep in your own thoughts as he leaned on the railings, you still didn’t caught a glimpse of the stranger talking to you, but you took a glimpse of hands covered in dark gloves.

“Inazuma is a beautiful city, not to bribe since I am raised here, but it truly is.” His voice is laced with a hint of playfulness as the atmosphere turned comfortable enough, even though you still hadn’t take any glance of him.

“Yes, I can totally see it. This city is not only the beautiful one here; even the people too,” He’s quite caught off guard by your statement as he glance at you, seeing as how you’re now peeking to take a look at him under your fedora as he took a sharp, surprised breath when he finally had the chance to take a look at your eyes — glimmering under the moonlight as your lips looks lucious painted with chapstick, your eyelashes were fluttered just enough to let him know what you really meant behind those words as his face flushed with a hint of embarassment and admiration. “Truly, you were stunned with my words, Mister. Or is it because you’ve finally managed to caught my attention?”

“Well, I certainly did caught your attention, but you managed to overcharmed me with my antics. I never knew you were such a smooth talker.” You chuckled at his reply. He was clearly stunned as he rambled with his words, clearly flustered.

“I’ll thank you for that compliment, Mister. It seems like, you are very familiar with this city, yes?” You continue the conversation, and Ayato were happy to talk as much when you seemed interested to make conversation with him — finally, he could hear your voice as his lavender eyes never left you. He’s awestruck, looking at the very scenery in front of him in adoration.

He can’t believe, he had been pining over you for how long it takes that he’s willing to do anything just to cross your path again, just to see your pretty face again. It’s been a decade, a whole ten years he wasted just to put up a courage and reach you out with his own hand. Everything is now coming in place, yet he knew you still needed time to recollect things. He can’t come reaching for you that easy..... as of now, you are emotionally broken and physically exhausted. But, maybe this is the time where he could take care of you now, like a wife.

His wife.

That sounds.... so right.

And, later on, he hopes you will be able to feel the same.

“That’s why, I beg you,” Cyno’s words snapped him out of his thoughts as he glance at the white haired man that has been staring at you. “Please, be patient and take care of her.”

“Oh, you’re awake.”

It’s a surprise for the younger Kamisato to see you sitting on the bed. It’s been a month of being bedridden and unconscious, whenever her older brother’s not around, Ayaka will be the one waiting for you to wake up.

She’s the witness of her brother’s longing for you — as he described you as a quite daring lady with an attitude, right now, you were inna complete silent as you stared at the young lady with the same lavender eyes of her own brother, leaving you quite shakened at the fact that every memories before you’ve became unconscious coming back like a tidal waves crashing on the shore. It makes you quite dizzy as your hand came contact with the tip of your lips and Ayaka had stared at you knowingly.

“He’s been waiting for your wake. How are you feeling, Lady?” She approached you gently and surely, sitting at the edge of the bed on your side. “Here, have a glass of water.”

She reached to the bedside where a small table were aligned, reaching for the newly poured glass of water as you accepted the kind offer of the young lady, sipping on the lukewarm water as you sighed.

“Are you going to marry my brother?” Her question caught you off guard as you choked on the water, coughing a little as you stared at her in bewilderedment. Marry? Him? Thinking about everything that had happened between the Kamisato and your family is all and messy, and being tied up or worse, being married with the man you want to love and loathed with your life at the same time makes you want to run away.

“I think, you’ve got the wrong idea here, Young Lady,” You replied with a stern voice, eyeing the young lady intently. “I am an enemy and a threat in your family.”

“He didn’t thought of you that way.” She immediately answered and you sighed frustratedly.

“Clearly, he’s making a gain out of this.” You shook your head, flipping the blanket out of your way as you stood up, fumbling slightly and Ayaka slightly panicked at the sight — she already figures out that you’ll run away again as you put on your shoes that was on the side of the bed, putting all your strength to stand up and the young lady stood on your way.

“I don’t blame you for my mother’s death so, is he, so stop making everything is your fault. If he will ever blame you at something, maybe it was because you keep running away from him.”

“Why is he in love with me in the first place? We’ve barely know each other, and on top of that —”

“There’s no thousands of reasons for someone to be in love and this is not the first you saw each other, Lady Y/N. Please, remember my brother and, maybe you’ll consider. He loves you dearly.” She reached for your hand — it felt surprisingly warm and you stared at the pen she gave you and you vaugely realized what it meant.

You heave a sigh as you stood outside of his office — Ayaka had told you that Ayato is not on the mansion as he travels for a while without knowing the reasons, yet she told you he kept his office open even though he never left his office room unlocked.

You reached for the doorknob, twisting your wrist as you enter the familiar room — a sense of deja vu had hit you when you remembered what happened in this very room, on the spot where his table and chair is located.

A surge of warm sensation hit you when you remembered how his lips felt on yours and you tried to shake the thoughts out of your head as you arrived in front of his table.

Ayaka told you a certain file that Ayato prepared for you, and you already have an idea of what is it, but still, a surge of anxiousness hit you when you found it on the cabinet of his table.

“This.....” Your voice trailed as you stared at the paper, reading the entire file with trembling hands as your eyes landed on the pen on your hold. Ayaka is not forcing you to sign the paper that will tied you to her older brother for a lifetime. You eyed the paper hesitantly before you decided to sit on the chair.

“How absurd,” You whispered to yourself as you clench your fist. “You really think I would sign this?”

Ayato had arrived in his estate where the moon is already at its domain, it’s striking on the dark sky brightly as it illuminates in the room on his bed, where a familiar figure sitting on the edge. He halts when he closed the door.

You huffed. You’ve been waiting for him the whole night and he stands there, too stunned at the conscious sight of you. You gritted your teeth in annoyance before you stood up as you marched towards him.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Commissioner.” Your voice sounds harsh as he snapped out of his thoughts and his eyes landed on your form, wearing a white robe without nothing underneath. Your eyes looks dark and enriching as you pull him by his collar, slamming your lips to his as you wrap your arms around his neck to cage him close to you, the sound that escapes his lips only urge you.

His hands lands on your hips, his resistance to push you away disappeared when your hands started to roam around his body — to his chest where you push him slightly around as he landed a little forceful to the bed where it creaks loudly on the silence of the night. Ayato sighed in your mouth when he tasted the bitterness of the alcohol on your tounge — he hesitates to touch you when he smell the alcohol mixed with your intoxicating scent, but all of his hesitations merely disappered when your hands fumbled on his kimono, removing his upper clothes as you continue to kiss him; all tounge and teeth grazing on his lips and tounge as his grip on you tightened when your hips started to move on his lap.

His breathing is in unsteady rhythm when you finally remove his upper clothes, his other hand landed on the bed to steady himself with your harsh kiss. Your arms are yet to wrapped around his neck again, nails grazing on his back as he unexpectedly moans in your mouth. You finally let him breathe for a moment, only to reconnect your lips on his jaw, the smoothness of his skin were velvet on your lips as your harsh mouth marks his skin — painting him with your feverish series of kisses, teeth and tounge until your satisfied.

You slightly move away from him, admiring the art you made on his skin that was surely hard to cover for days. His lavender eyes were alluring under the moonlight — the only source of light in his dark room; you were no exception — you look heavenly on his gaze, the robe on your body had slipped on your shoulder enough to let him have a peak of your cleavage that is yet to be explored. But, your patience waiting for him all night is thin.

“My Lady? What’s the matter?” He asks you as you kissed your teeth together in annoyance. “This..... are you sure about this? We should probably let you sober for a moment —”

“I’m not drunk!” You raised your voice, brushing your hair away from your face as you gripped on his shoulder for support.

“I only drink two glass, Commissioner. If you won’t take me right here and now, I’ll kill you instead.” You huffed as you reach for his hand on your hips, guiding it on the crook of your neck as you sighed at the feeling of his large hand, he brushed his thumb over your skin as he pulls you again for a seething kiss — softer and slower this time unlike your previous pace. You mewl on his mouth when his hand brushed on your chest, cupping one mound on his warm hand as his thumb brushes on your nipple — the robe wrapped around your body had dropped all the way down.

You curse under your breath when his hand started to roam around your body, mapping every part that is making you twitch and mewl on his lap. His hand wandered on your thigh, caressing the skin before his hand brushes between your thighs and you gasped, eyes shooting open as you slightly pushed him away from your lips.

You hummed when his fingers started to caress between your thighs as he coats his fingers with your essence. You throw your head back as he drinks at the sight of your figure shaking on top of him — all bare and ready for him to take you. He eyed you with the same burning desire when your eyes landed on him as you grind down on his fingers before he let one finger slipped in, relishing at the warmth and how tight it convulsed on his digit — you moaned, pulling him closer to your chest as you buried your face on his neck, making a series of bluish puple marks as you heavily sigh against his skin.

“Ayato...” A mumble of his name as you call for him. He could feel the heat bubbling on his chest straight on his restraining cock confines still on his pants. He started to move his finger inside you, grinding on that certain spot he subconsciously found that has you panting and moaning as you muffled your voice on his shoulder where you bite and suckle on the skin. He slipped in another finger and you let out a broken moan, nails digging on his skin.

“Ah —! I’m close.” You could feel the coil tightening on the pits of your stomach, bubbling on the sensation of his two fingers scissoring you open and he felt you tightening on his digits, soaking his fingers with your essence — just a little more, and you’re there — not until he pulled his fingers out and you whined, tears pricked your eyes when the sensation disappeared momentarily as your body shake on top of him.

“Y-You bastard! I was close!” You sttuters in complain.

“As much as I want to pleasure you, I am losing my patience here, sweetheart.” He replied and you huffed, fumbling on his pants. He distract you, pulling you in a kiss as he sighed in your mouth when he’s finally free from his pants, the cold air contrasting with the warm feeling of your body as he hikes your hips up, his other hand holding his cock as he lined up with your entrance. You bit on his lips when the head catches on your clit, before he tease his way on your entrance, the hand on your hip guides you down and you moaned at the stretch, the first inch of his cock making its way inside you.

The burning sensation hurts so good as you push your way down until you can’t anymore. You push him down until he layed on the bed, propping his elbows in, so he could see you. He’s not even halfway inside, but you could feel your legs shake at his above average size — maybe, Ayato could’ve open you properly with his fingers when you seemed to struggle to take him all in. He eyed the way you’re trembling on top of him, you were dripping, though, it’s not enough to take him all.

“Slow down, sweetheart,” His other hand reached over to the both of your hands as he put it down on his chest and the other hand intertwining with yours. Your heart pounds on your chest at the gesture when he squeezes your hand. Something inside of you bubbling at the sensation of his cock and the way he looks at you; it was daring and full of passion as his lavender eyes never left your figure, he sits upright as his other arm wrapped around you to keep you still. “You can take me. I know you can do it.”

You hissed. You clearly isn’t used in this kind of treatment. You quite expected that maybe, if you were to seduce him tonight, he will force his way to you — but, your expectations differ when he let you take his fingers first even though, he edge you to climax. You were used having someone forcing you in this kind of activity.

“S-Shut up.” You answered and he grins, placing a chaste kiss on your lips, whispering praises on your ears when you took another bunch of inch inside of you.

It felt never-ending as you felt full now he’s halfway as he eyed on your lower stomach, pressing on the bulge and you yelp. You could feel the denied orgasm coming back to you in a surge when your ass finally came contact on his thighs, your voice were muffled by your hand as you bit down at the feeling.

You could feel, you could see him there, inside of you, buried inside to the hilt as the blunt head of his cock kissed on your cervix — the thickness and stretch of him is enough to touch the certain spot inside of you that had you crumbling in a bliss of oblivion as you came, writhing and grinding down om his more as he watched you fumble in a beautiful mess on top of him. He moaned, relishing at the feeling of your walls tightening and convulsing as he chokes at the sensation. You’re shaking and thighs trembling as you finally came down on your high, panting loudly as your mouth agape.

“Ah — wait, Ayato —!”

He gripped on your hips when you tried to move. “I told you, I could wait. Don’t force yourself, sweetheart.”

“Stop boasting about how big you are!” You replied in annoyance as you huffed, gripping on his shoulders for support. “Let me — l-let me move, bastard.”

He grins again, pecking on your lips before his grip on your hips loosened a little and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest on him as he started to mark your ches, neck, and jaw with his lips as he sighed when you started to move slowly — up and down as you mewl at the feeling of his cock brushing on every and very spots inside you as you scratch your nails on his skin.

The hand on your hips guide you up and down as you created a steady rhythm — the sound of your bodies making contact filled the room as his breaths became foggy and unrelenting, eyeing the way your eyes rolled on the back of your head when your pace started to move faster until he can’t hold back his voice anymore.

“Y/N,” He moans your name and he felt your body shivered on his touch. “Let me, sweetheart.”

He whispered on your lips and you open your eyes in confusion as you halted, panting hardly and you yelped when he flipped you, your back comes contact with the soft sheets of his bed without pulling out entirely inside of you, your legs instinctly wrapped around his waist.

“Wait —! Still sensitive... Ayato —!” You tried to push him away by his chest as he pushed his light blue hair away from his face and momentarily stared at his stature — seeing him all naked in glory as the moonlight reflects on his panting figure.

“You can take it, right?” His nose graze on your cheek as he placed a kiss there, slowly and surely, he’s pushing all of him again inside you, eyeing your shaking figure and the erotic expression written on your face; your eyes are cloudy and widening, swollen lips parting, series of moans and his name falling on your lips as he pulls back to leave the tip inside just to thrust back again, angling his hips a little higher as he hits that spot.

His pace were slow, yet his thrusts were calculated and hard as his hips snap on the back of your thighs — he never goes faster as he make love with you slowly and deeply until you were coming again and again, coating his cock with your essence as he tried to muffle your moans with the help of his lips, drowning your sounds of pleasure on his mouth when you started to get louder than he expected — he’s no exception too as he comes, painting your walls white, filling you to the brim as he moans and whimpers on your lips.

“You can take more?” His question doesn’t sound interrogative even when his hips started to move again as your eyes filled with tears of pleasure and joy that you realized — the walls you built for him came crashing down as he make love to you — pushing your body to your limits with his deep, yet still slow thrusts until you were a moaning mess, marking each other all im while as he whispered those words that has your heart pounding on your chest.

“I love you.”

You bit back the urge to cry your heart out, feeling that swirling on your chest and the clench of your heart as you rethinks your choice; you signed on the marriage paper — you don’t regret that part, you won’t regret being his bride, his wife, and the future child that will grow after tonight — what you regret is your final decision that surging in your mind, the decision that will surely breaks him — because right now, the thought of being in love frightened you,the thought of finally having something to live to is making you crumble in the dark. But, you know he will understand you — you know he’ll wait until you’re finally ready. Right now, you were in the midst of chaos, right now, you will surely break his heart.

His runaway bride.

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