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no matter what they say, i’ll never meet another you

Summary:

In which Thoma gets a crush, Ayato takes being a wingman a bit too far, and Kazuha is a good friend who ultimately can’t save you.

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You hummed contentedly as you passed a sum of Mora to Aoi, taking your bagged groceries in a hand. Thank yous were exchanged before you continued down the many stairs to the Yae Publishing House. Reaching the counter, you greeted Kuroda before perusing the new shipment of light novels. 

 

A a vibrant azure hue caught your eye, and you eagerly reached for the newest volume of A Legend of Sword. Right as you were about to grasp it, however, your hand collided with another. Startled, you looked up and met equally rattled eyes. Familiar ones, too. You'd know Thoma of the Yashiro Commission anywhere.

 

The Kamisato siblings were held in high regard everywhere in Inazuma, and Thoma was very, very dear to them. You were the type to keep your head down and not cause trouble, and picking a fight with Thoma was not the way to go about that..

 

"Sorry," you said quickly, looking back to take another copy. However, there were none. "...Ah." That was a shame. You had been really looking forward to the next edition.

 

"That's no good," Thoma sighed. "Tell you what—I take this copy, and the moment the next one comes out, I buy it and give it to you, free of charge. No need to pay me back."

 

"That's hardly necessary—" you began to protest, but Thoma was insistent. Eventually, you gave in, telling him where he could find you at various times of the day. In hindsight, maybe telling such an influential man your schedule was a bad idea, but you were embarrassed and eager to get away from the awkward conversation.

 

Either way, you were relieved when Thoma finally walked away.

 

***

 

Three days later, Thoma found you at Aoi’s shop. He patiently waited for you to finish purchasing your groceries before approaching you and handing you the novel you had wanted.

 

“Thank you,” you told him, intending on leaving the moment you held the book in your own two hands. However, Thoma seemed to have a different idea.

 

“Maybe you could visit the Kamisato Estate sometime?” he began. Seeing the bewilderment on your face, he quickly elaborated. “Milady is very interested in this series. I’m sure she would love to be able to talk about these books with someone. She’s always willing to make new friends, you see.”

 

This was the exact opposite of keeping your head down. You were not about to take this man up on his offer. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I’m not really one for book chats,” you said, taking a step back. “Thank you for the book. Have a nice day.” You quickly walked away, hoping that Thoma didn’t follow you.

 

“At least think about it!” he called after you, and your shoulders tensed. He really wasn’t going to let this go, was he?

 

***

 

Of course, this was not the last time you encountered Thoma. He seemed to be everywhere now that you had rejected his offer. It was almost like he was stalking you, and you found it more and more intimidating to even leave your house. You knew that you would have to change up your schedule, though it was possible that he would catch on and adjust his own accordingly. Archons, you had gotten yourself into quite the predicament…

 

You should have never told him your schedule. Nor should you have taken him up on his initial offer. What was his motive? Did Kamisato Ayaka need friends that badly, or was there another reason he was so insistent on following you? Not to mention how he had begun to stare at you with a lingering intensity… 

 

A confrontation needed to happen, but you simply didn’t have the guts to do it. However, you had a friend who might be able to.

 

That was settled, then. You needed to talk to Kazuha.

 

***

 

You asked Kazuha over tea.

 

“Kazuha,” you began. “I have… a bit of a problem.”

 

“What’s wrong? Is it anything I can help with?” Kazuha sounded worried. You had missed him dearly after he had fled Inazuma, though you held no ill will towards him. You understood his reasoning.

 

“Do you know of Thoma? Who works for the Yashiro Commission?” You asked. He nodded. “Yes, I do,” Kazuha replied. “Is he bothering you?”

 

“…Sort of,” you said. “We reached for the same book, and I let him take it because Kamisato Ayaka wanted it. He said he would get me another copy as soon as possible, and I was really stupid and anxious and gave him my schedule so he could find me…” Looking up, you were relieved to see no judgement nor disappointment in Kazuha’s eyes. You continued.

 

“He gave me the book and invited me to the Kamisato Estate to talk about the book with Kamisato Ayaka.” You looked up again and tensed at how Kazuha’s eyes had hardened. You hoped he wasn’t upset with you. “I refused, but he told me to think about it. Ever since then, I’ve been seeing him everywhere, and he’s started staring at me in this weird way that makes me really nervous. I don’t want to leave my house anymore.”

 

Kazuha took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them, the edge was gone, replaced with a sort of concerned urgency that had you even more on edge than before. 

 

“(Name,),” Kazuha said urgently, laying a hand on your shoulder. “Look at me.” You met his eyes once more. He took another deep breath before speaking.

 

“Do not go with him. This has happened before. The last woman who went to the Kamisato Estate with Thoma never came back out.” You gasped, now terrified. Tears began to sting at your eyes.

 

“Am I going to die?” you whispered. Kazuha closed his eyes for a moment and averted them when they opened. “I’m not sure,” he replied. “The staff that work at the Estate are tight-lipped about what goes on inside. Some people think she was killed, others think far worse happened. Just know that Thoma is very much cherished by the Kamisato siblings, and if he wants something they’ll go to great lengths to get it… or get them.”

 

You were silent, your terror constricting your breathing. “Is there any way out of this?” you asked, your voice nearly completely silent. Kazuha nodded gravely. “There are two options, and you won’t like either of them. You can either take refuge at the Grand Narukami Shrine and become a shrine maiden there, or you can leave Inazuma entirely.”

 

Both options were awful for you, but it was either that or starve to death in your own home—and even that may not happen, depending on whether Thoma had found your address or not… and he probably had.

 

“I… I’ll take the Shrine,” you said. As terrified as you were, you loved your homeland dearly. Kazuha nodded. “The path there goes directly past the Kamisato Estate,” he said. “I will send word to the Shrine so you will have escorts. Going alone would be foolish.”

 

“Thank you,” you murmured, staring down into your now-empty cup of tea. “I’d like to go home now.”

 

As Kazuha escorted you home, neither of you noticed Thoma from where he had been listening, the crowd drowning out any noise that could have alerted Kazuha to his presence.

 

***

 

The response to Kazuha’s letter could take up to three days. Three days you would have to spend hiding in your home, praying that you would not be found. 

 

Of course, fate was not so kind, and you started as you heard your front door open. It had been locked, and you were the only one with a key. Kazuha knew better than to break in, and the Tenryou Commission always knocked before entering, so there was no other explanation than someone sent by the Yashiro Commission.

 

You were out of time. There was nowhere to run, no place to hide. You had no choice but to greet your unwanted guest.

 

You quietly walked down the stairs, expecting to see a guard or something of the ilk. However, you were surprised to see Kamisato Ayato himself standing in your living room. You froze upon seeing him, and he smiled at you.

 

“Apologies about bypassing the lock. Dreadful etiquette, I know,” he drawled, making himself at home on your sofa.

 

“Get out of my house,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. Bad move…

 

“Come, now. That’s no way to speak to a guest,” Ayato laughed. “I’m sure the Kaedehara boy informed you of why I’m here?”

 

“Why?” you asked. “Why are you doing this?”

 

“You know why,” Ayato replied. “Thoma has decided he wants you, and I am here to reward my loyal servant.”

 

“By kidnapping me?!” you cried, anger slowly overriding your fear. Of course, your ire did not last very long when Ayato stood and began approaching you. Running wouldn’t get you very far, but you certainly tried. However, he lunged forward with an astonishing speed and grabbed you, pressing an odd-smelling cloth to your face. You thrashed even as your vision dimmed and your energy flagged, and your last memory before blacking out was the sound of Kamisato Ayato gently shushing you as you cried.

 

***

 

You awoke on a bed, the feeling of soft towels beneath your lower half. Your eyes snapped open as you realized that your clothes were gone, and you attempted to rise only to cry out in pain as your arms were yanked back. A soft laugh caught your attention, and your eyes widened as you looked to the source of the sound and found Kamisato Ayato waiting.

 

“That took a bit longer than expected, but we still have plenty of time,” he mused, stepping closer to you and examining your binds. You opened your mouth to ask what he had planned, but he elaborated anyway.

 

“You would hardly be a gift for Thoma if you were constantly fighting him,” the Commissioner continued. “So let’s get to work, shall we?”

 

Ayato temporarily freed your wrists, giving you a warning glare when you lifted a hand to strike him. He pulled out a red rope and got to work on wrapping it around you, tying a series of intricate knots and repositioning your body until you were effectively trapped on your knees, directly on top of the towels.

 

You opened your mouth to say something, anything as Ayato turned his attention in between your legs, but he shushed you. “No one will listen, you know,” he told you. “Be silent unless you want me to gag you as well.” You gritted your teeth, subtly testing your binds. They would hold, it seemed, for quite a while. Definitely longer than you had the strength and energy for.

 

“Thoma has had his eyes on you for far longer than you know,” Ayato said as he brushed his fingers over your cunt. You stiffened, the reality of the situation beginning to set in. “The last girl we brought here looked a lot like you, but we could tell it wasn’t enough. He wanted to talk to you first. To hear your voice.”

 

Archons, the last girl was your fault… Tears stung at your eyes. Ayato kept his attention on your heat, and you could feel a sort of warmth low in your abdomen. Ayato smiled as his fingers came back slick.

 

“He saw that you were getting nervous, and was planning on trying to ease your concerns, but then he saw you talking to Kazuha about running off to the Grand Narukami Shrine,” Ayato continued. “We had to make a move before you got your response.”

 

You yelped as you felt a sudden spike of pleasure, and you looked down and saw Ayato’s hand busy between your legs, his thumb tending to your clit.

 

“Tell me, (Name), have you ever done something like this?” Ayato asked. “Be honest.”

 

“I’ve—haah—I’ve t-touched myself—ahn… before,” you panted out, your face red and warm as you were forced to reveal secrets about yourself that you hadn’t even told your closest friends.

 

“Anything with another person?” Ayato pushed. “I bet Kazuha’s gotten a piece of you before. Bent you over and fucked you senseless.”

 

“Kazuha would never,” you snarled between moans. Ayato laughed. “Maybe not, but I’m certain he’s thought about it. Who wouldn’t, with a body like this?” He cupped your breast with his free hand, flicking a thumb over your nipple. You whined softly, sensitive to even a featherlight touch. You could feel an orgasm approaching and began grinding down against Ayato’s hand. If he was going to defile you, you’d make the most of it.

 

“I don’t think so,” Ayato chastised, removing his hands from your body entirely. You couldn’t hold back your whine of protest. “No coming until Thoma’s got you.” You paled as you realized that Ayato had no intention of granting you relief. He simply wanted to torment you—to break you down so you were nice and pliant in Thoma’s grasp.

 

 “If you’re this needy all the time, I’ve got no choice but to believe you’ve been fucked before,” Ayato hummed. 

 

“I haven’t,” you snapped back before you could stop yourself. Damn it, you were playing right into his hands!

 

“I suppose I’ll take your word for it,” Ayato said lightly as he rummaged around in a bag that you hadn’t noticed before. “Ah, here it is.” You felt something cold and familiar press against your clit, and gritted your teeth as it began to vibrate. The speed was fast enough that you could feel yourself nearing the edge again, but too slow to actually finish the job. A few more minutes of just this and it might just drive you mad.

 

It was too late to plead for your freedom, so you simply tried to hold back any sounds you might make as the pleasure began to cloud your mind. Of course, after a few minutes, this didn’t work, and you became gradually more vocal.

 

“I’m not quite done with you, so stay with me.” There was just enough space for Ayato to fit behind you. “Pretend I’m Thoma. Let’s hear you make those pretty little noises for him, hm? Go on, say his name.”

 

Archons, he was training you now. You didn’t want to obey, but at this point the cons of resisting outweighed the pros. “Thoma,” you breathed out between moans and gasps for breath.

 

“Louder.”

 

“Thoma.”

 

“Just a little bit louder for him.”

 

“Thoma!” You cried, face bright red and burning hot as you felt Ayato’s hands on your breasts again, cupping them gently and thumbing your nipples until they hardened completely under his touch.

 

“Good. Let’s hear you beg for him, now.” Ayato sounded satisfied, and you could feel his erection against your ass. He seemed to tent to simply press against you, however, and you were grateful for it.  You struggled to form a proper sentence in your mind, and it was nearly twice as difficult to say it aloud.

 

“Th-Thoma, please,” you managed to whimper out. 

 

“Please what?” Ayato urged you.

 

“Please, Thoma, please fuck me!” you blurted out, beginning to writhe as you desperately sought an orgasm. You weren’t sure how much of this torment you could take…

 

“You’re doing well. Just one more lesson and then all you have to do is wait for him.” You could hear the smile in Ayato’s voice. “Tell Thoma you love him.”

 

This was the worst. This was the absolute worst. You were silent, trying to force yourself to say the accursed words aloud, and you nearly wailed as Ayato turned the vibrations down. “I… I love you, Thoma! I love you!” you cried, tears running down your face as you mourned the pleasure you had felt. “I love you so much, please, I need more!”

 

“There we go,” Ayato purred, turning the vibrator back up to its previous speed. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now all you need to do is wait for him and remember your training.”

 

And with that, Ayato left you alone with only a vibrator to keep you sated—and it couldn’t even do that.

 

***

 

It felt like hours had passed since Ayato had left, and you had been reduced to a sobbing mess, squirming and begging for someone who wasn’t even there to help you. You perked up when the door opened, relief washing over you as you recognized Thoma. He smiled, removing his own clothes to join you on the bed. He knelt in front of you, taking in your debauched state.

 

“You’re here,” he breathed, awed at the sight. He cupped your cheek in a hand, laughing softly as you pushed against it, desperate for any kind of contact.

 

“Please,” you gasped. “Please, Thoma, I need you…”

 

“How could I refuse?” Thoma began to untie you, starting at your torso and moving down. You breathed out a sigh of relief as you had more freedom to move, though thoughts of escape and resistance were far from your mind. He moved the vibrator away, turning it off, and you whimpered at the loss.

 

“Shh, shh,” Thoma soothed you, so gentle compared to Ayato’s unrelenting command. “It’s okay, I’m here now.” You had soaked the towels beneath you at this point, but Thoma didn’t care. He tossed them aside to take care of later and lined up his cock with your dripping cunt. He had been waiting for this all day and couldn’t bear to put it off any longer. 

 

The push in was slow and you whined at the sting of the stretch, but Thoma was in total bliss. He kept going until he bottomed out, basking in the way you moaned his name and begged for him so prettily.

 

“Such a good girl for me,” Thoma murmured in awe before he began moving in earnest, relishing in the way you squeezed around him and cried out. It was like his name was the only word in your vocabulary. Ayato had really done a number on you.

 

You keened as his cock brushed up against a spot in you that had you seeing stars, and you came on Thoma’s cock, clenching around him almost painfully as you began moving your hips in sync with his own. Thoma moaned, taking that as a cue to stop holding back. You wailed as he pushed you into overstimulation, coming a second time far quicker than any of your substitutes ever had.

 

“Almighty Shogun, you are perfect,” Thoma hissed out, overwhelmed with elation and love as he targeted your sweet spot with each thrust. He wanted this to be as good for you as possible to make up for Ayato’s harsher treatment. You could only babble out pleas and his name until the words he had wanted to hear for so long suddenly tumbled past your lips—

 

“Thoma! I love you! I love you!” you cried out, and that was all it took for Thoma to come as well, buried to the hilt in your heat. You keened, hips bucking erratically against his own as you unwittingly sought to take him even deeper than he already was. Thoma leaned over you and brushed a kiss against your lips, smiling as you struggled to get your hands under you to chase him as he pulled away.

 

He pulled out, gently shushing you as you whined at the loss. “Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured. “I’ll be right back.” Thoma quickly stepped into the bathroom connected to his bedroom and began running a hot bath for you. He picked you up and carried you to it, laying you inside. He gently cleaned you off with a soapy cloth, meeting your adoring eyes with a gentle smile. 

 

You were effectively broken, and completely his.

Notes:

Tell me in the comments if you know where Ayato’s first words in this fic came from.

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